Both Demonia and Cyrius turned towards the figure standing in the doorway. There stood a handsome man, one with a debonair air. His face was timeless, a swirl of white hair among his untamed curly black locks. Old, sinister crimson iris looked on wearily behind a sharp pair of eyes, the look of old intelligence etched into them. His skin was kisses by the sun's just like his daughter, its creamy appearance holding a golden brown hue. His long lips were pressed disapprovingly at the sight of Cyrius and Demonia, he walking into the room without any preamble.
Cyrius quickly let Demonia go, taking a step back from her, and away from him. "U...Uncle Lucifer." he studdered.
"Father...." Demonia gasped, her whole demenor freezing up in terror.
Lucifer, the Devil himself, is the only person that cause Demonia to instantly submit to them. She feared her father more than anything else, and she had good reason for this. Benvolio loved to prove to her that he was more man that she could handle through domination but her father, he receive pure joy out of the feeling. It was almost an opium to him to feel the power over her. So he dominated her over, and over, and over again in many, many forms.
"Cyrius, leave us at once." He spoke, his voice dark and heavy.
Without another word, Cyruis took his leave as instructed, leaving Lucifer and Demonia alone. When His eyes finally met hers, she quickly went into explanation, holding her hands out for space.
"Father, it's not what you think happen...y..y.you see Cyrius was only helping me...." Demonia began to quickly speak, her ears lowered in fear before Lucifer quickly intervened.
"Demonia, I do not need your excuses. I know very well what goes on in my lair" he snapped, cutting her short.
"Yes sir" she quickly agreed.
"Demonia, explain to me why you were publicly humiliated like that?" Lucifer questioned, moving closer to his daughter.
Demonia started to take a step back from him, but a glint in his eye promised of pain if she dared move from her spot. Her heart began to pound madly in fear within her chest as she licked her lips, trying to speak in a calm voice.
"Father, I ran from Benvolio." she answered.
"Why?" he questioned, that one word holding dark promises as his eyes glisten with untold malice.
As soon as Demonia opened her mouth to speak, Lucifer took the back of his hand and slapped her across the face, releasing all the built up tension he carried. Demonia cried out in pain as she fell with a thump, nursing the left side of her face and balling up to the fetus position. She weep as Lucifer bend down to her face, pulling her up by the hair so he wouldnt have to bend down any lower than his knees allow him without kneeling on them.
"You will not embarrass me Demonia, I have told you countless of time to stay in a b*tch's place" he spoke to her calmly. "You will pay Benvolio a visit, you will apologize, and you will kiss his d*ck. Do you understand me little girl?"
"Yes father." She sobbed loudly, her eyes never wavering from his.
"You will never rule in my place if you cannot follow your superiors. Benvolio is your sovereign, you follow his every f*cking word little girl, or be prepared to be corrected."
"Yes..father."
Lucifer then dropped her like a rag doll, standing up and dusting himself. He used his foot to roll Demonia over on her back before he turned to walk away.
"Clean yourself up Demonia, you are a royal figurehead. Dont leave this room until you f*cking do it too." He instructed over his shoulders, slamming her door behind him. Demonia could only cry as she laid there, her orders awaiting her.
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Short Tales of Demonia
I guess Im going to use this as my electronic book for my sadistic stories I create daydreaming.
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