arrogance to his manner, one only to be expected due to his position. For you could not get one higher than that of ruling an entire world and the realms within it.
A Hellish world I now found myself in.
As for his features, Lucifer had dark hair swept back from his face as if he had spent many days commanding the raging seas. This analogy was picked because he currently was dressed like the commander of the vessel. For he wore a long, black military style jacket, with swirls of metal that framed the edges in a demonic design of ancient origins. Beneath this, and in place of a waistcoat, was a bare muscular chest criss-crossed with straps of leather across his torso. Breaches enveloped strong thighs that could only barely be seen beneath the long jacket he wore. However, as for his feet and calves, these were hidden in thick boots that folded over at the tops. And in sight of such, then it had to be said that he made a strapping and deadly looking pirate.
Now, as for his disposition, Lucifer seemed in good spirits, and amused by my arrival. Of course, he wasn't the only one, as I soon saw that Sophia’s father was also in attendance, and clearly had some say in deciding my punishment. A being named Asmodeus and one who looked like both siblings combined. Hence the thick black curls peppered with grey that were tied back from his face, one that looked only to be an aged version of his royal son.
Asmodeus was basically the Devil’s right-hand man, everyone knew this. And as for the fruit of his loins, a pair that had proudly produced the King of Kings, who had been fated to living among mortal men… well, it had to be said that Dominic Draven hadn’t looked particularly happy to see daddy dearest.
But then again, the meeting seemed to be one of mocking on Asmodeus’ part. His father was known as the ruler of Lust and one of the Kings of the nine circles of Hell. It also had to be said that his realm was one of my favourites in Hell, for I always wanted to go there for obvious reasons. In truth, I had been hoping that my sentence would have landed me there, for I could have quite easily fancied myself as some naked, bound servant to the King himself. A King who was most definitely handsome enough to fall in love with, that was to be sure.
But, like I said, this was not to be.
Of course, there were many other realms in Hell, all of which had their own rulers appointed by Lucifer himself, for he was the One being. But as for the King of Lust, then like Lucifer, he too was incredibly attractive and seeing as he resembled Dominic Draven, I had to wonder if this wasn’t what irritated him? Had Asmodeus purposely adopted this appearance for some nefarious reasons of his own or was it simply to vex his son?
Now, as for his choice of attire, unlike Lucifer, he had not adopted the modern-day mortal fashions but instead, was dressed like a Persian warrior with a demonic twist. No doubt another vexatious nod to his son’s vessel, for the King of Kings had started out his own life claiming the body of a Persian warrior.
These were all known facts, as it wasn’t just mortals that gave way to gossip about royalty. For the hidden supernatural beings of the world did exactly the same and were no different in that respect. Which was why I couldn't help but notice the smirk on Asmodeus’ face when meeting with his son directly after I was delivered. One prompted by his son’s own reaction, as he took one look at his father’s choice of clothing, and openly gritted his teeth as if this had been a game played between them for centuries. That was when I knew that Draven’s father was most likely as mischievous as I was, and someone I could class as an ally.
Well, that had been my hope at least.
As for my own King, he turned to me and placed a hand upon my shoulder before granting me my first piece of advice.
“Behave, little Imp, and endure with strength.” I nodded, bowing my head in respect, biting my lip to stop myself from begging him to take me back with him.
“I…I will… my Lord,” I stammered out, before he grinned and said,
“Until next time then, for