Saturday, September 30, 2017

Hell's Calling Prologue

The Master of Darkness sat in his throne, gazing about the dark room, torch lights flickering from the twisted chandeliers above. His eyes wandered about, noticing the black spires in the corners of the room with thorns that could destroy all that touched them in an instant. A smirk began to form on his lips as he looked down to the floor, his favorite lover settling by his feet. He couldn't help but notice the way she leaned up against his throne, tendrils of golden brown hair tumbling down her back. He reached out with ghostly pale fingers, stroking the soft strands and listening to her mewl in pleasure. It brought a joy to his heart knowing she wouldn't abandon him, no matter the circumstance.
"My Lord, do you wish for company?" She asked, her voice sweet as honey while looking at him with lust in her eyes.
"As much as I would enjoy that my sweet, I have something to attend to first." He replied, gently stroking her cheek before leaning in and planting a delicate kiss on her forehead.
He rose from his seat, effortlessly gliding down the steps that lead up to his throne, his robes cascading behind him. He traveled down dimly lit hallways to his office, the door opening with creaking hinges. With a frown hearing the sound he entered and closed the huge wooden door, sauntering up to his desk before settling in his leather chair. Sifting through the papers sitting on top, he found the documents he was searching for along with his favorite quill before beginning the long tedious paperwork. He wasn't exempt from it just because he was a ruler of Hell.
A loud knock interrupted his work and he groaned before calling out, "Who are you and what is your business?"
The door creaked open once more, revealing one of his many messengers. They were always small female demons with little curved black horns donning their heads among their stark black hair. They dressed in tattered dark clothing with black shoes that curled up at the toes, a stark contrast to that of their pale skin. They had dark, tattered translucent wings that seemed to complete the ensemble. He studied over the little girl with an unimpressed look at being bothered. However, he knew better than to turn her message down; the last time he had done so, most everything went to ruins and he still hadn't recovered from the damage.
"Sorry to bother you Your Majesty, but I do carry an important message." She bowed in respect, keeping her gaze off him.
"What do you have to say little one?" He wondered.
"Well, we just received a new wish… it'd be great for bartering a soul." She grinned wickedly, showing off all her pointed teeth. She may be new to the job, but she always enjoyed hearing things of this nature.
"Oh? What is the case with this one?" He asked, intrigued.
The Master rose out of his seat with a grin of his own. He thoroughly enjoyed when a human wished for something that could result in eternal damnation over a trifle manner that could be resolved without doing so. The little demon girl looked up at him briefly before lacing her fingers together behind her back, kicking her foot in the air in a bashful manner.
"She would like to be popular... and get revenge on those that bully her." She answered.
"A female this time eh? Ooh, all the better. I could make her into one of my hand maidens when she's finished with her revenge business… this will work out well. Would you be so kind as to fetch my son Lyulf for me? This shall prove his mettle since he can't seem to accomplish anything else in life." He muttered the last half to himself, sighing upon thinking of his son.
The Master loved Lyulf with all his heart, but he couldn't deny he was a failure. After all the hundreds of missions he had sent Lyulf on, he always managed to fail. This was his last chance to succeed before being banished to the world above. The little demon girl bowed and left the room quickly, going in search of his son, wondering where he could possibly be located.
"Lyulf!" She called out frantically as she hovered above the ground in search of him.
Lyulf lazily looked up upon hearing his name being hollered. He lounged about on a bench in the wilted courtyard with a novel in his hand. Stretching his wings out, he popped his body since he had become stiff from sitting there so long. As he eyed the girl, he quickly became disinterested.
"What in the world do you want?" He asked, letting a yawn out.
"Master would like for you to meet him in his office Lyulf. It's the utmost important." She replied.
"Oh Goddess, don't tell me he's reprimanding me for doing something wrong again." He sighed.
"No, he has a task for you to accomplish sir." She answered, poking her index fingers together. She didn't quite like him as much as The Master.
"A task? God above is he trying to kill me?" Lyulf muttered, rising from the bench and dusting himself off.
"I just deliver the news sir." She replied with a shrug, flying off for her next task.
Lyulf rolled his eyes and left the courtyard with his book in tow, trying to remember the quickest way to get to his father's office. He didn't care to be there in a moment's notice since he didn't want to put up with his father's wrath. He was tired of the conundrums that he faced with his father and a small portion of him admitted that he was going to enjoy going and performing this mission.
When he arrived at the door and knocked, he received the same greeting the little demon girl had. "It's Lyulf Father." He called, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Lyulf, come in my son. I have an important task for you." The Master answered.

Unbeknownst to Lyulf, he was grinning with malice, looking forward to the turnout of this new project.

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