Price of Immortality

The candles were set, their wicks lit in the proper order. Five of them placed on each time of the upside-down pentagram drawn in blood, one standing in the middle. Six candles. Six matches. Six flames. They were the only source of light in the dark room. It had no windows whatsoever, the cell hidden deep underground. You sat in the before the bloody star, the grimoire open, and its pages turned to the right number. Even the offering was thoroughly prepared. To summon the demon, human blood had to be spilled. You chose a homeless man for this purpose; someone who will never be missed or searched for. Now he was tied to an upside-down cross, stripped to his pants and his throat slit. Numerous cuts covered his arms and torso. You used his blood to paint the pentagram on the stone floor, and the cross with his body was placed in its middle, a burning candle before it. Everything was set. Everything was perfect. Now, it was time to do the summoning ritual. It was time to call out to the ominous prince of darkness. It was time to call out to Lord Valak. The pentagram started glowing fiery yellow while you skillfully pronounced the words. They were written in an ancient, long dead language, difficult to almost impossible to speak. Failure to thoroughly pronounce even one word could result in severe consequences. It might be something petty like losing a finger, or something as terrible as losing your life and your soul being tortured in Hell forever. The glowing pentagram almost seemed like bursting with fire as you continued chanting the spell, until at last you spoke the final word. You’ve heard about earlier attempts to perform this ritual, but none of them succeeded. And now you waited with your eyes closed and your heart pounding in your chest. The candles suddenly went out, and the pentagram grew dim. Your body remained intact for now. So far, so good. You couldn’t deny your trembling and heart pounding like crazy. You were still uncertain whether you pronounced all words correctly. You were afraid to become another failure and perish. But then the pale blue light came. The candles relit themselves one by one, doing it counterclockwise. It looked like you lighting them during the preparation of the ritual, only everything was happening in a mirror. In the moment the blue light appeared, you felt it. You were aware of the presence in the room with you. And there he was, standing before you. Lord Valak, the Defiler, the Profane, the Marquis of Snakes. The sight of him made you shake. A body composed entirely of darkness. Spiked protruded from its shoulders, and tripled horns decorated its head. Generally the entity’s form more or less resembled human with its two arms and two legs, but everything about it was so unnatural and grotesque. Its green eyes glowed in the dark, piercing you with their diabolical gaze to your very core, making your whole body shudder. It was done. You succeeded. You’ve summoned a dark entity everyone was afraid of. You managed to succeed where so many people before you had failed. It felt like a small victory. But this was still the easy part. The real challenge was to get the demon on your side. You have pulled him out of his dark realm to ask for a favor. The task was now to appeal to him. Your safety depended on whether you succeeded in interesting him with your offer, as your victory of summoning him was only as worthwhile as he considered it to be. You had to entice him with an offering in exchange for granting your wish. “For what purpose have you summoned me, mortal?” the demon’s voice echoed in your ears. Shivers ran down your spine from its raspy, otherwordly tone. The creature was truly intimidating, there’s no doubt about it. There was no hint of anger in his voice, though. The tone was calm, but still ominous. It was more like a serious questioning about the reason you disturbed him. “I have summoned you, my lord, to ask for only one favor,” you utter, bowing before him and nervously touching the edge of your black ceremonial robe. The anticipation made your insides tremble. This was your chance to succeed where other had failed; your opportunity to gain something that no human being could dream of. “My only wish in this world is becoming immortal, which means immunity to aging and any human disease, and invulnerability against all human weapons, whether melee weapons or firearms.” You shifted anxiously in your spot. Was it too much you asked of him? Hopefully not, but you knew the demon would demand something in exchange. Everything has its price. You had to offer him something truly worthy; something unique. Offering him something trivial could increase your chance of failure, and the consequences could be dire. You watched the demon shift in his spot, his green eyes flashing for a second. The anticipation was killing you. “Giving immortality is indeed within my ability to offer,” Valak replied. He shifted again but couldn’t get beyond the borders of the pentagram. The light of candles held him within its barrier. That is, only if you don’t make any fatal errors and give him a reason to take your life, it would remain that way. “However, as per the summoning conditions, your duty is to give me something is return. So tell me, mortal: what can you offer me?” Despite the darkness and Valak’s black body, you could see him crossing his arms and impatiently tapping one finger against his left arm. He clearly didn’t expect much from you. And yet, you hoped to exceed his expectations. You had things in mind that could actually interest him. “I can offer you two things, my lord,” you said. “First, I would like to willingly give you a human soul.” Valak tilted his horned head. “Is that right? Whose soul would it be then? Yours?” A small smirk appeared on your lips. He seemed interested. Good. “No, my lord. I’m talking about the soul of a young woman around my age. I am still a student in my everyday life, and she’s the one I share a room with. She hasn’t committed any sins, like murder, thievery, or scam, so her soul is pure. And yet, I want her dead. She’s the incarnation of human stupidity. You see, she spends hours at her computer, reading sex stories about a creature that obviously doesn’t even exist, it being created by one individual for a contest. And yet she believes it to be real and that this being would marry her. She’s like a naïve child who believes in online fairytales created by individuals as stupid, as herself. But that is not all. I have to suffer from her everyday claims that I need to find myself a… well, a mate, let’s call it that. She dares to dictate me what to do. I hardly kept myself from strangling her with my own hands, but I knew better. It would be a waste of a soul. So I would like to offer her soul to you, my lord.” You heard the demon chuckle. “How ridiculous does that sound?” he mused. You held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. Did he consider it unworthy? “She indeed is an incarnation of human stupidity, although the creature you’re talking about does exist. But a child in an adult person’s body? This is not bad at all.” You tilted your head, confused. What did he mean by that? “This being actually exists?” You found it somewhat hard to believe, but you guessed supernatural beings know better about each other. “Wow, that’s a surprise.” “We’re getting distracted. What is your second offer?” You then sighed in relief. He clearly liked the idea of sacrificing an innocent soul to him. Now, it was time for the second offer. You made a move by slowly removing your robe, sliding it down your shoulders in an attempt to entice the demon. “The second offer is my body,” you replied, granting him a sight of your bare breasts. But you didn’t drop the robe completely. You didn’t want to reveal yourself completely just yet. Your task was to intrigue him to make sure he’s indeed interested in your offer. “You want to sell your body in exchange for immortality? Are you bold enough to assume your flesh is equal to that?” Valak asked. “Certainly it’s up to you to decide, my lord,” you reply, pulling the robe back on. You wanted to tempt him more and hoped it would work in your favor. “I will gratefully take any power you are willing to grant me. Only you can decide whether my flesh is worth it.” The terms had to be clear before you made a deal with him. A night with you would definitely be a great bonus. Even if he decided to give just a little drop of his power would open incredible possibilities to you. What seemed a petty payment for him meant a lot to you. After all, he’s a powerful demon, and you are still a weak mortal human despite having good knowledge and abilities in the area of the occult. He growled, but it wasn’t threat you heard in his voice. He sounded… pleased. “What if I decide your frail body holds no value at all?” he inquired. You frowned. He surely wouldn’t ask such questions if he wasn’t at least somewhat interested in your offer. You smirked then. It seemed you were on your way to succeed in enticing him with your offer. “If this is the case, then I’ll be more than happy with the night I spend with you. It would be a true honor to me, and a desirable reward. I haven’t yet heard about any mortal who could proudly share their experience about spending a night with Lord Valak, the Great Prince of Hell.” Even in the dim light of the candles, you notice him grinning, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “You sure are an interesting little creature,” he said, his forked tongue snaking between his teeth. Oh yes, now he’s definitely considering this offer. The hint of hunger in his voice proved it. “If I agree to the terms, what are the limits? Or am I allowed to do whatever I want with your body?” This was, in fact, and important and also defining question, although it was merely a formality of your ‘business contract’ with him. But if he was giving you a chance to think about your own safety, it would be stupid not to use it. You were a human being, and he was an ancient demon. Your power was a no match to his, and he could easily inflict you serious damage. But you still had to think smartly before giving an answer. “Oh, I’m in no rights to deny you anything, my lord,” you replied. “But if we raised this question, then I’d like to stay intact. Human body is fragile, and I’d like to keep the ability to use it properly. I’m fine with you leaving markings on it, but the wounds that can’t be healed in any way certainly are not fine. If possible, I’d prefer to enjoy the experience of spending the night with you, but I don’t demand it. My body is a part of payment; a plaything for you to use but not to break, until the sunrise. Besides, if you decide to grant me my request after you’re done with me, my physical body should remain by me. Don’t you agree?” Those were pretty simple requirements. He could do whatever he pleased with your body without causing serious damage. Valak growled, and this time his voice was nothing but pure lust. He shifted again, obviously frustrated with the confined space he was stuck in. The refusal of the deal seemed less and less unlikely. You shifted in your spot too, playing with your fingers anxiously from anticipation. “I accept your offer,” the demon replied, his eyes shining from excitement. “Now release me from this barrier. The soul you promised comes first. As soon as I have it, you’re mine until sunrise, and I intend to use this time to the fullest.” “I listen and obey, my lord.” With one swift motion of your hand you extinguish one candle, the closest to you, and that was enough to break the barrier. Valak was free to enter the world of the living. Just as it happened, you felt your entire body shake violently and the vision become blurry just to become bright green for a split second before returning to normal. But you didn’t panic. You knew exactly what this meant. Valak wasted no time and entered your physical body, possessing it. Now he could see everything through your eyes and control your actions whenever necessary. “Now go and find the woman whose soul you promised to me,” the demon’s voice echoed in your head. “Act naturally, like you always do. You don’t want to alert her too early, do you?” “As you say, my lord,” you said, smirking. “I won’t let you down.” With that, you closed the grimoire and removed the robe, replacing it with the bra and a t-shirt lying nearby in the floor before extinguishing the remaining candles. The room was engulfed into pitch blackness, but it caused you no problems. You knew where exactly the exit was, Valak’s glowing eyes provided you a clear vision. Before leaving, you took the ceremonial dagger you used on the man you’ve sacrificed. You would still need it to complete your offer to Valak. Right before the last candle went out, you saw the body on the cross disintegrate into ashes. You smiled. It meant you could leave in peace without worrying about the body start decomposing and the stench it would cause. You left the dark underground cell, the door of which led to the basement of your house. Closing the door and securing it with a heavy tool shelf, you ascended back into the hallway. The house seemed quiet and empty, no sign of your roommate anywhere. Could she be asleep? She could very well be, considering the time, and it was already midnight. You checked the clock in your phone which showed almost 12:05 a.m. You smirked and went to check her bedroom. Using Valak’s vision, you could easily walk in the dark without stumbling upon anything in your way. And just as you stepped inside, you heard demonic voice in your head again, startling you a bit. “She is not here. I do not feel the presence of a human soul. But check your room.” You gulped anxiously, seeing your roommate’s empty bed. But as you entered your bedroom, your glance immediately fell on a small piece of paper on your desk. You picked it up to see just a few words scribbled on it. ‘I went to take a walk in the woods. I left my key underneath the rug. Don’t worry about me. Rochelle’ You sighed and put the paper back on the desk. She left for a walk in the woods. You knew she was stupid, but this stupid? A hopeless, romantic idiot. You knew damn well why exactly she went there, and it wasn’t just a simple night stroll. She went to look for the object of her fantasies. As your house was located almost at the edge of the woods, she couldn’t have ventured far. You left the room and walked towards the main door. Locking it from the outside, you checked under the rug and collected the spare key you gave to Rochelle to use. But considering her absentminded nature, you didn’t trust her anything that had to do with your personal stuff, especially things like house keys. So you made her promise she would place it underneath the rug each time she left the house. As you turned to face the woods, you shook your head. You had no idea which direction she went; and you surely weren’t going to call out into the darkness. Valak had said the creature she fantasized about really existed, and the last thing you wanted was attracting its attention. You knew it was dangerous, even if you’d always thought of it as fictional… until now. “I feel her trace leading into the woods,” Valak spoke in your mind. “Just follow my directions, and you’ll find her in no time.” You nodded and started walking in the direction of the woods. It was time to fulfill the terms of the contract. Following Valak’s directions, you didn’t venture even one full mile into the woods when you spotted a woman in a long white chiffon dress walking in front of you. It was Rochelle, your roommate. She was unaware of your presence, at least for now. While you thought whether to stab her from behind or let her know you’re here before spilling her blood, you suddenly heard static in your ears and headache pierce your brain. You clenched your teeth, keeping yourself from groaning. “He is here,” Valak said. “The pain and static you feel and hear is just the mild influence of his presence. But do not fear. He will not harm you. He is aware of my presence and will not interfere.” You gulped, feeling your insides trembling. You knew damn well who exactly Valak was talking about. “Ok, if you say so, my lord,” you replied to him mentally. “Let’s get to business then.” “Yes, and do not attack from behind. Let her know you’re here and that you’re going to spill her blood. Thus she would look into the eyes of death, and her soul would be filled with fear, making it taste even better.” You nodded and pulled out your dagger, effectively hiding it behind your back. You then began walking faster and louder, making sure your footsteps were audible. Rochelle turned around sharply, her eyes going wide from shock. You were obviously the last thing she’d expect to see at this moment. “Um… hi?” she asked, disbelief written all over her face. “What are you doing here?" “Me? Well, nothing special,” you replied with a sly smirk. “Actually, I could ask you the same question: what are YOU doing here? Don’t you know it’s a bad idea strolling in the woods alone at night?” “Well, yeah, but…” “Hush now, Rochelle. I will be the one who speaks,” you said sternly. “First of all, you don’t need me to remind you of the utter stupidity of your actions. A little hopeless and romantic idiot who believes in fairytales made up by individual as stupid as yourself. That is what you are. And no need to be upset about the truth.” Seeing her scared and confused face, you smirked. The time had come. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m here now to help you serve the greater purpose.” “W-what purpose?” Rochelle asked, shaking. “There is a certain someone who needs nourishment. And he wants to claim you…” You pulled out the dagger from behind your back for her to see. “…right now.” Seeing the dagger in your hand, Rochelle’s eyes went as wide as saucers; her lower lip trembled while she began stumbling backwards. “W-what are you doing?!” she stuttered, barely able to form coherent sentences. “You… You don’t have to do this! Please!” “Yes, very good. Instill more fear in her. It will spice up her soul more!” Valak’s satisfied voice spoke in your head. Your lips stretched in an ominous grin. “Be quiet. Pleas and tears won’t save you, darling,” you said. “I am talking now. I guess you deserve as much as to know the truth before you die.” Rochelle was silent. Her face expressed utter shock; her mouth open in a silent scream. “Neither you, nor anyone else in college knows about my little secret,” you continued. “I am an occultist, and I’ve just recently called out to a Great Prince of Hell, to Lord Valak. A demon, if this sounds clearer to you. And according to the terms of our deal, I give him a human soul as a gift. Your soul.” “B-but why m-mine?” Rochelle stuttered. “W-what have I ever done to you?” You shrugged. “I wish I could say it’s nothing personal. But sticking your nose into my personal life matters was a lousy idea. How dare you bring men to my house in attempts to get me a boyfriend?! And you didn’t listen when I said I don’t want to have anything to do with men! Pushing you out with that imbecile and taking the key away from you for that night was a smart idea, let me tell you. Apart from that, what you’re doing now is the top of human stupidity. Do you really think the monster you’re looking for would marry you? Ha! What he would do with joy is either shred you to pieces or impale you on a tree branch and leave your corpse to rot and feed the crows. You would die either way. Speaking of which…” The grin disappeared from your face only to be replaced by a fierce expression of anger and hatred. “Lord Valak has waited long enough. Your time has come. Die!” Just as you said the last word, you started seeing everything in bright green light. And the voice that said it certainly wasn’t yours. Rochelle let out a piercing scream, realizing it wasn’t actually you standing before her; it was a demon you had promised her soul to. She turned the opposite direction and ran, but it wasn’t so easy to run fast in a long dress. And you were a faster runner than her anyway. You quickly caught up with her and pounced on her from behind, knocking her off her feet and sitting on top of her back. You wasted no time and stabbed her in the side multiple times. Rochelle groaned in pain, trying to resist, but with each stab she was losing blood, and also her strength with it. “Now turn her around to face you,” the demon commanded. “She won’t be able to resist anymore. Leave the harvesting to me.” You obeyed in no time. Crawling off of Rochelle’s back, you turned her around and looked into her face. Her eyes were pleading for mercy, but mercy was the last thing you had in mind now, especially with a demon inside your body. To be safe, you stabbed her a few more times into the stomach, thus making sure she wouldn’t have any more strength to resist. Valak then took control of your body. He made you grab her by the throat and lift her up above the ground as high as your physique allowed. If it wasn’t for him, you’d unlikely be able to lift up a human like this; and Rochelle wasn’t the thinnest type. And at the moment her feet were several inches above the ground, you felt a familiar feeling of your body shaking and vision getting blurry. That’s when Valak got out of your body, and you collapsed on the ground and crawled away a bit to watch the scene before you. As the demon wasn’t inside you anymore, your vision had returned to a normal human one. You couldn’t see so well anymore, but the moon provided enough light to see what was going on. Valak wasn’t visible, but he didn’t need to be to achieve his desired goal. You watched Rochelle’s bleeding body levitating above the ground as if being held up by an invisible force. She already was out of all energy to even scream and soon stopped moving. Her flesh was drying out second by second as if some gigantic invisible spider sucked out all the juices out of her. Soon she turned to a dry mummy, emaciated to the extreme level; and the next moment her body simply disintegrated into dust, leaving only the white dress on the ground. This is when static in your ears stopped, and headache was gone. You looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just normal night woods; no more, no less. “What happened?” you asked, more to yourself. “I feel fine again. No more headache, no more static in my ears.” “It means he’s gone,” Valak replied, already materialized. “As I told you, he wouldn’t interfere in my business.” “Oh. So the supernatural beings always do not interfere in each other’s business without any particular reason. Or am I wrong?” “You’re right. Now, woman, it’s time for the second part of our deal.” the demon growled, walking to you. “Undress.”  You obeyed instantly and started removing your clothes piece by piece until you stood completely nude before him. Valak walked around you deliberately slowly, running one finger along your shoulders, as if evaluating his prize. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” he chuckled playfully. You gulped at his comment; his mischievous tone clearly showed his satisfaction with what he saw. “I’m glad you like the view of my flesh, my lord,” you said timidly. “To tell you the truth, I’ve never been too proud of my body.” And it was true. You’ve always been pretty curvy and plump in the necessary spots, but no one seemed to appreciate it. You’ve often heard others call you ‘fatty’, ‘chubby cheeks’, and other names like that. And your male course mates considered skinny girls beautiful. Of course, those ‘skinny ones’ never missed a chance to make fun of you. You barely kept yourself from breaking their necks right there and then but knew better not to get your hands dirty. You took your revenge with the help of your occult skills, but you used them only of a few of your offenders, otherwise things would get suspicious. But this was history. Now you were prepared to give yourself to a mighty demon from Hell who happened to appreciate what you had in store. “And why is that?” Valak asked, chuckling. “Is it because humans shame you for what you are?” When you slowly nodded, he tilted his head and growled. You could clearly hear menace in his voice, but your gut feeling told you it wasn’t directed towards you. “You shouldn’t care about what humans think of you. I’ve seen enough to say they are lowly creatures who think too high of themselves and are obsessed with their appearance. How pathetic is that?” His demonic laugh echoed through the dark forest. “But none of it matters now. Tonight you belong to me. I have a prize no mortal can ever dream of. Speaking of which…” He placed his clawed hands on your shoulders and slightly pressed, pushing you down on your knees. He wasn’t very tall, comparing to you, and thus your face was now on one level with his crotch. The meaty organ protruding from it was already hard and craving for attention. You knew what to do. Taking it in your hand, you started pumping it, beginning slowly at first. You knew that using just your hands wouldn’t be enough, so you put the tongue to the use, giving gentle and loving licks to the head. His entire manhood was hot to the touch and slick from the pre-cum dripping from its tip. You wanted to show your obedience even more by guiding it into your mouth. Valak placed his hand on the back of your head and groaned lustfully, although the sound he made could be described as a mix of groan and growl. And you had to admit that it current situation it sounded pretty erotic to your ears. You let out a groan yourself when his heated organ invaded your cavern. You expected him to do it forcefully, but he surprised you by taking his time to indulge himself, sliding into your maw deliberately slowly. You used this chance to take a breath of air and hold it, as there was a high possibility of him to cut off your ability to breathe. You were thankful his phallus lacked anything that could harm your anatomy, as some creatures might have spikes on their male organs. Valak’s phallus had several bumps, but they didn’t cause inconvenience with their grinding against your flesh. The only unpleasant factor was the heat. As he finally climaxed, ejecting his seed into the depths of your throat, it felt like consuming piping hot tea or coffee in one go. Valak didn’t move an inch, making sure every drop of his demonic seed went down your throat and inside your body. Being out of choice, you comply obediently and eagerly swallow everything. Besides, he’s cut off the oxygen supply to your lungs, and you felt you would soon start choking. Luckily, Valak seemed to be satisfied with your mouth work and slowly started pulling this phallus out, freeing it from your satiated cavern. To make sure every drop of his seed was inside you, he lifted your chin a bit. You thought it wasn’t necessary as you knew you’ve swallowed everything he’d just spilled into your mouth. But you had no rights to protest or disobey. Angering the mighty demon definitely wouldn’t play in your favor. To prove you’ve consumed all of his essence, you opened wide to show him your empty mouth, earning a pleased trill from him. Insatiable lust overwhelmed you after consuming the demonic seed, and Valak was perfectly aware of that. Thus he prepared your body for the following coition, when he would claim your body fully. You were so amp between your legs from the arousal, feeling your natural lubricant cover your inner thighs a bit which felt a bit messy, but it mattered little. You couldn’t hold back the desire to be touched, to be banged by the demon. Your body trembled from anticipation. You couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you, and Valak didn’t make you wait long. “Lie on your back,” he commanded. You obeyed without words and lay down on the ground, soft grass providing a pleasant feeling to your bare skin. You spread your legs apart, expecting his manhood enter your heated opening. What you didn’t expect though was the heat of his maw against your vulva. You felt his breath against your moist skin as his clawed hands ran up your thighs, gently teasing your skin. You surely didn’t expect him to take your pleasure into account. After all, you gave him permission to do as he pleased. And yet, he surprised you. You wouldn’t dare to complain in any case, but he gave you no reason for that, especially when his forked tongue slid along your labia, tasting your arousal. You panted audibly, feeling his tongue lapping up your juices. At this sound, an amused chuckle escaped the demon’s maw while he teased your clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He clearly enjoyed the process, especially knowing you wanted more. He worked you till your orgasm with his skillful tongue before abruptly pulling away. You let out a disappointed moan, still wanting more. Yes, that seed of his had definitely done something unimaginable to you. It wouldn’t be a lie to say he injected an aphrodisiac into your body. The feeling of his male organ poke at your opening made you gasp. There was no romance in it, no sentimental words. He just claimed you without warning. But what else would you expect from a demon? Demons and sentimentality were incompatible. Anyway, he plunged his manhood into you just as slowly, as he did before when pleasuring himself with your mouth. He took his time once again, and you couldn’t be happier. For a demon from Hell, he truly was courteous, considering the fact you allowed him to do whatever he wanted and to decide whether this experience would be enjoyable for you. His hips moved intentionally slowly, and there was no reason for you to restrain your voice when waves of pleasure began coursing through your body. Valak seemed to grow impatient with time, especially when he felt your inner walls hug his manhood tighter. The demon purred at this feeling, and your intense slickness made his movements easier. That was when he had enough. The slow and seemingly gentle movements were gone in a blink of an eye. Now he worked you like a feral creature, moving with inhuman speed; and each thrust send sparkles of pleasure through your body; pleasure you’ve never experienced in your life. Through its haze you felt the tip of the demonic phallus press against your cervix. All you could do is moan lustfully, as every such bump sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making you submit to him fully. “Yes, that’s it. Submit to me, human,” Valak cooed, moving his hips aggressively and thrusting into you as deep as possible. He held your chin with one hand, thus forcing you to maintain the eye contact with him. “Submit to me and claim the reward of immortality that I gift to you.” His ominous voice only fueled up your lust. You bit your lip, staring into his glowing green eyes, as he was preparing to fill you with his demonic essence. The reward of immortality you’ve been dreaming about… It was too tempting to resist. “Y-yes, my lord… I’m all yours…” you stuttered breathlessly between moans. This was all he needed to start banging you with feral speed, defiling your body further. In any other case, such barbaric act would certainly be painful, but you felt no pain at all. It was only pleasure that engulfed you from head to toe; you were on the edge, and Valak was surely determined to push you over it. He didn’t need even one minute, and you experienced an explosive orgasm, climaxing like you’ve never climaxed before. Your insides clenched around him, and you felt the heat of his own orgasm spill inside you. He completely flooded you with his hot and sticky demonic essence, releasing it in short and thick spurts. You felt his body twitching while he emptied himself of his corrupt seed. He stayed in this position for a few moment before pulling out, taking his time again, just like he did before. You lay on the ground, panting, watching the moon cast its pale light upon you. It would be a beautiful night, if it wasn’t for the presence of a demonic denizen of the underworld who had just defiled your body with your own permission. You lifted your torso to support your weight on your elbows and watched your horned sex partner from Hell to pick up your ceremonial dagger from the ground and handle it to you. “Now take it and slit your throat,” he commanded. Your eyes went wide from shock. “Why?” you asked. Now you felt confused. Why on Earth would he order you to commit suicide? “The gift of immortality, remember?” he said playfully. “You satisfied me very well, although I’m not yet done with you. As I told you, I plan to use the time until sunrise to the fullest. Now, give your gift a try.” You gulped nervously. It was your chance to test the reward Valak had granted you. But what if it was a trick? You knew demons were skillful liars and tricksters; they couldn’t be trusted. But on the other hand, did you actually have a choice? If you refused to do as he said, he’d most likely get angry and kill you right here and now. You had nothing to lose. Taking a deep breath, you put the blade to your throat. You hand trembled. Come on, you can do it. You clenched your teeth and slit your own throat in one swift and strong movement of your hand. Blood gushed from the wound, running down your neck to your chest. It hurt, pretty much. You closed your eyes, preparing for death to come and take you in its embrace. “Still in doubts, are you?” you heard Valak speak. “Well, I wouldn’t be if I were you. Because you’re not dead.” You abruptly opened your eyes. The same woods, the same sky with moon and stars above you. Nothing changed around you. Valak was still sitting nearby, watching you with his glowing eyes. That’s when you realized he spoke the truth. You indeed weren’t dead. You waited for several minutes, but it seemed death wasn’t coming for you anytime soon. More than that, when you touched the wound on your throat, you felt no bleeding anymore. It had almost fully healed. You didn’t remember when you had been that surprised. There’s no way the wound could’ve healed so fast. No mortal human had such ability. So it meant Valak gifted you not just immortality, but the regenerative ability as well; and that meant invincibility to weapons. Just like you had asked. “My lord… I…” You couldn’t form coherent words from the overwhelming joy. It simply had no boundaries. “How can I ever thank you?” The demon chuckled. Damn, each time he did that, you had to keep yourself from attacking him yourself and impale yourself on his manhood. “Well, as I said, I’m not done with you,” he grinned, licking his lips and teeth; his voice filled with lust. “The sun has not yet risen. So you have every opportunity to thank me.” You smirked, feeling lust rising inside your body again. “I will do everything I can not to disappoint you, my lord,” you said, biting your lip. “You deserve the best I can give.” Letting out a pleased trill, Valak suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled close to himself, nuzzling into your neck. Heat pooled into your nether region from the feeling of his hot tongue on your skin, licking up the blood that flowed out of the already healed gash on your throat. Before you realized it, he pulled you into a heated kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue which you gladly allowed. You’ve just been granted something no mortal being could have dreamed of. It was worth everything you’ve gone through, every murder you’ve committed. That reminded you to get rid of all Rochelle’s belongings when you returned home after sunrise. But that would wait. Now you were ready to give yourself to your lord, you demonic sex partner once again. And you had to admit the relentless pleasure you experienced was a truly wonderful complement.