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Red smoke filled the room. Alastor coughed, his vision blurred for a moment. When he got it back, his eyes raked the room before finally stopping on the pentagram. All the candles were blown out and the room was dark, but he still managed to get a glimpse of a small silhouette of a man.

“Who dares to summon the King of Hell?” icy voice boomed, shaking Alastor into his very core. When his eyes finally got used to the dark, he saw the man more clearly. Then he bursted into laughter.

“Are you saying that you’re the King of Hell, devil himself? You look more like a circus director than Satan!” Alastor managed to get out between the laughs. 

The man in front of him smirked, then a sudden unseen hand forced Alastor on his knees.

“You’re confusing me with the sin of Wrath but we are nothing alike. I’m the sin of Pride, fallen archangel, original temptation himself. You would do well to remember that human.”

Alastor looked at the Devil with sudden fear in his eyes, bowing his head in respect. How foolish it was from him to insult the man, who could snap his spine with the flick of his wrist and erase him from existence within seconds if He wanted to. He gathered his wits and bowed his head respectfully.

“Forgive me o’ dark one. I only wished to strike a deal. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

The look on Devil’s face changed, from cold to.. curious? He walked around in the dim-lit room, until his gaze landed on an old armchair. He popped himself down, and looked at Alastor expectantly. 

“Usually humans of this age and time want to avoid going to Hell. But striking a deal with a demon, not to speak about the Devil, is a guaranteed one-way ticket to Hell. Tell me, why do you want to endanger yourself to eternal damnation?”

Alastor stood, facing the Devil. He didn’t want to look weak in front of Him, so he brazed himself.

“I have always known that when I die, I’m going to Hell. So why don't I make sure I don't miss anything when I get there? After all, I suppose that Hell isn’t a place that you want to choose for a vacation destination.”

The Devil chuckled, clearly amused. This made his youthful appearance come forward, making him look even more boyish. Alastor had to remind himself that underneath that appearance though, simmered a lot of ancient power. Appearances can be deceiving.

“Very well then. Tell me your terms.”

Alastor startled. It was easier than he thought, to convince the Devil to grant him power for his afterlife!

“When I die and come to Hell, I don’t want to start from the very bottom. I want to be powerful enough to get to the top, to shake Hell’s status quo to its core.”

“Are those your terms?”

“These are my terms.”

“Then your wish is granted. You shall be one of the most powerful demons in Hell, powerful enough to shake Hell's power structure.”

Then he was gone and Alastor was left alone, staring at the armchair where the Devil sat before.

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Alastor felt his hands shake. Did he really just do that? Did he make a deal with the Devil himself? When he completed the summoning ritual, he thought that he would get some lesser demon. How shocked he was when the actual devil answered his call. But then, the deal would be better right? Lesser demons don’t have the same kind of power that Lucifer possesses. So it’s better for him in the long run.

He looked at the clock. 3 am, it was the witching hour of the night. He hummed amusedly, how fitting that he sold his soul to Lucifer at this time. He was pleased, he had so much to do still during this night, he had a fresh grave ready in the woods and his prey wasn’t going to get any older tonight. With a fresh skip in his step, he started preparing for the kill of the night, who was some adulterer with a bad habit of hitting his wife and kids, perhaps even his mistresses. Filth like that wasn’t supposed to live, they belonged to Hell.

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Alastor stopped digging. The hole was already deep enough so you could hide a body there, there was no need to overexert himself. The sun was rising soon, and he would be needed at the radio station.

A snap from behind startled him. Shit, someone was coming and he was still hiding this body! Sudden barking caused him to curse out loud. If it was only humans, he would have had a chance to hide and wait for them to leave. With dogs, there was no chance. Dogs would smell the corpse and track him down, there was no way to run. Same thing if he moves, they would see something moving and run after. His only hope was to try and stay still and hope that dogs wouldn’t smell him and the corpse. He hoped that the wind was in his favor.

Which it wasn’t, of course. Dogs started barking when they smelled him and the corpse and Alastor cursed, then springed to run. He could hear the dogs right behind him and a man yelling at them, commanding them to do something. He heard himself taking short breaths, his legs were on fire and sweat was trickling down his spine. He heard that the dogs were closer, nipping his heels right now and he was struck by terror. This is how he would get caught! Thank God his Mama wasn’t alive anymore, she would be horrified to learn what has become of her darling son. Tears blurred his vision for a moment, he missed his Mama. She would know what to do, she would help him! She would make everything better and she would plead on his behalf. She wouldn’t leave him rotting in jail, no matter how heinous his actions were. He was her darling little baby.

He didn’t see roots in front of him, while he was running. Suddenly his ankle twisted, it was stuck between the two roots and he fell down. He tried to soften his fall with his hands, but they did nothing. Seconds later the dogs were all around him, one of them snapped its jaws shut around his calf while the other one was nipping his arm. The pain was excruciating, he tried to protect his face and stomach from the angry dogs, who were biting him. Then he heard the shot. It echoed in the woods, the sound of it felt so final.

“I got it, I shot the deer!” 

‘No you didn’t you idiot, you shot a human’ Alastor tried to say, but his vocal chords didn’t want to cooperate. Funny, his limbs didn’t work as well and all he could see was the darkness. He didn’t taste or smell anything anymore, all he could do was to listen to the sounds around him. He didn’t feel the ground under him or branches or the pain from the dog bites, he only felt cold which was creeping its way up to his body. He quickly realized that he was dying and losing his senses fast.

“Down Rusty and Shadow, let me see! …. oh my dear Lord in the heavens.”

The man who shot him sounded like a young boy. Probably 16 years old at max. Alastor wanted to laugh, of course his death will serve as a lifetime nightmare to this young boy. Hopefully he will be scarred for the rest of his life.

“Henry? Why are you so quiet, is everything ok? I told you not to run away after the dogs, they know what.. Jesus, Maria and Josef! Henry! Don’t just stand there, start resuscitation!”

“Dad, I.. I think that it’s too late. I shot him in the head, he’s already dead!” the boy cried, his voice stuffy. It sounded like he was trying to breathe properly, but didn’t manage to do that.

“You’re right. We need to leave now and alert authorities, tell them what’s happened. They will come and pick up the body. I just hope that he didn’t have any family left, who is going to mourn him”

Both of them walked away, dogs following close behind. As their steps became more distant, Alastor felt his consciousness slip away. When he drew his last small breath, he could only think about one person and how he would never see her in Heaven.

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Lucifer stepped from the shadows, watching the scene in front of him. The man who made the deal with him, laying on the ground. He was dead, blood slowly trickling down his handsome face from the hole of his forehead. Greenish-brown eyes looked on his side without seeing anything, glass-like shine forming quickly. Brown curls messy, covered with sweat and dirt. He knelt down, brushing those soft curls aside from the man’s face. He let out a low, guttural laugh. Mortals! They always thought that they were immortal and rules didn’t bind them. And how easily they want to throw away their souls, even though it’s the most precious thing they owned.

“You forgot to negotiate one term, my sweet doe. You should have specified when you wanted to die. You might have heard the saying ‘the devil will always get what he wants’. When you so rudely summoned me, demanding that I make you the most powerful demon ever existed, I decided that I want you to suffer. Your death became my sole focus. If you were so ready to give away your soul, it meant that you were ready to die in my books. And even though I can’t directly kill you, I managed to put together a small illusion. A small nudge from me, I would say, and your death was guaranteed, little doe.”

Lucifer spent a moment just watching the man in front of him, admiring his beauty. Even the death didn’t marr his fine looks.

“Since you asked me so much, it’s only fair that I get to taste what you can offer to me..”

Lucifer kneeled down and kissed Alastor’s cold lips. Even though he didn’t get any response, he found that the other man’s lips were soft. He kissed again, much more hungrily, cradling the lifeless body in his arms.

While kissing, he slid his hand down Alastor’s crotch, taking down the other man’s pants. When his hand didn’t meet what he was expecting to meet, he broke the kiss and looked into the glassy eyes.

“What a pleasant surprise! I thought that you had a cock, but this is far better, my dear doe..” Lucifer purred, his fingers rubbing the slit between Alastor’s legs. A small amount of blood was running down from there, slickening his fingers. His thumb drew a small circles on a clit, even though the other didn’t feel anything. Old habits die hard, he guessed. His middle and ring finger started pumping rhythmically in and out, spreading the blood around while scissoring Alastor open.

“Oh my dear, you look absolutely ravishing.. who knew that you would be so beautiful under all those clothes, ready and willing to take all of me, even after death? I can’t wait to meet you in Hell, you’re going to be so breathtakingly gorgeous as a demon..” Lucifer whispered into Alastor’s ear, then kissed his neck, imagining all kinds of moans that other man would release.

Soon Lucifer’s middle finger met resistance. His eyes grew large and his smile turned into much more monstrous. He caressed Alastor’s cheek.

“What’s this my little doe.. did you die as a virgin? What a shame.. but I’m a lucky Devil then. Virginal offering!”

His hand ran down under Alastor’s shirt, squeezing his small breasts. They didn’t even need a bra to support them! His fingers circled the nipple, which was perky even under the shirt - it was a cold night.

While he was slowly fingering Alastor open, he took off his own pants and started preparing himself. Looking at the sleeping, well dead beauty in front of him, he enjoyed the feeling of his hand on his cock. But something was missing.. oh yes,  he would love to feel those lovely hands rather than his own. He reached out and took Alastor’s hand on his, wrapping those long fingers around his girth.

“Ahh.. A-aa-aaahhh.. I love how your hands feel on me darling..” He moaned, throwing his head back. He lifted Alastor’s body up against him, supporting him to stay up while keeping both of their hands on his cock. He managed to turn Alastor’s head so that he faced him, then kissed those damn soft lips again.

When he deemed he himself was ready enough, he softly laid Alastor to lay on the ground. He arranged Alastor’s hands and legs, wrapped them around himself like in mockery of closeness between the two of them. Lucifer used his cock to spread out the blood a little bit, then pushed in. Oh, he was so tight! Blood worked as great lubricant, there was still a little bit of friction but not too much for it being uncomfortable for him. His left hand started circling Alastor’s clit, while he used his right hand to swipe a few strands of hair off Alastor’s face.

“You’re tight, my sweet doe, but you’re taking me so well!” He kissed Alastor’s neck while he was pushing himself deeper into the inviting warmth. He imagined all the sounds the other man would make, how he would writhe under him, moaning his name. In the end he would be screaming from the top of his lungs, begging for release that only Lucifer could give to him. No one else. This man was his.

He imagined how the man under him would spasm around his cock, and how he would curve his back, bringing him closer to Lucifer. How he would chant Lucifer’s name in ecstasy and how his nails would rake his back. How he would wrap his legs around Lucifer’s hips and push his own hips against him.

Sadly those thoughts were enough for him to cum. He shot his load into Alastor’s hole, letting out a drawn-out groan, before slowly pulling out. He sat on the ground for a while, admiring his work - cum dripping slowly from pussy, his scratch marks on the skin (when did he do those?) and how absolutely divine his doe looked. Only when the sun had already risen above the treetops, he moved. Those humans would probably come soon and take his lover away, do their silly human things to the body before giving it a burial.

He snapped his fingers, removing the marks of his handiwork. Then he rose up, dusted his coat and pants and turned to leave. Before he stepped in the portal, he turned around, glancing one last time towards the human.

“Thank you, my dear doe. I’ll make sure to search you from Hell, but now we must part. You’re going to be a magnificent demon, fit to be my new partner.”

And in a puff of red smoke, he was gone.