"The Devil's Marvel" --Prologue--
HardyHarHar I have come up wit a new storay :D and dis one is a good one, I spent weeks on the plot and it's firm and sexy, I even fell in love with it. So this is Chapter 1 of a looooooooooooooong journey through hell and back, and lemme tell you...this hell is a sexy place to be :P but of course any pact you make with the devil has a consequence, so yea. Careful what you wish for.
oh if the plot seems unclear, it's purposely done...I want to keep the mystery alive for a bit...let yourself be-dazzled a bit.
Under 18's....love you but this one gets pretty dirty so if you're gonna read it, from which I can't stop ya, then please consider safety first and spare your sheets the stains ;) okey dokey?
Introducing Marvel: the sex machine (god bless him, in my mental image he's the hottest demon with a tail I have ever created) and here is HIS story (or at least the beginning of it):
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"Sir, excuse the intrusion...officer Reese requests your acquaintance." Butler interrupted his contemplation with a deep bow. But he barely stirred, anxiety, surprise and many other such weak and human emotions were long past his time. No, he merely fixed his gaze, hardly giving Officer Reese the benefit of his attention.
"Mister...Wrux?" Reese said with uncertainty as the deep black eyes of Marvel Wrux clocked him in rare simplicity that made the hair on the back of his neck stand upright like it did to so many others; the initial prey's reaction when come to face with a lethal predator, how right he was to fear the unknown, Marvel lips curled into a mischievous smile that remained hidden from the eye, placed his whiskey glass aside and pushed himself out of his crimson armchair to shake the officer's hand.
"Call me Marvel," he requested with a frightening kindness. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your...acquaintance Officer Reese?"
After a moments' hesitation, Reese sprawled through his pocket and retrieved a picture. "Know this woman?" he asked, it was obvious to Marvel how hard Reese had to try to keep his voice from breaking. He took a quick glimpse at the picture, but he'd already known who she was, of course.
His memory snapped to blood covered sheets, his nostrils flared at the very memory of it, Junie Evans lay bellow him, gagging her last breaths, feeling the weight of himself on top of her as her final memory, and even more beautifully, feeling him cum inside her in a lethal orgasmic cocktail; and then she was dead, and the tiny orb that was her soul pulled from the centre of her chest and into the pendant around his neck. It drove him wild to see the bleeding corpse bellow him as the blood trickled from her parted lips and the few holes he had punctured into her. What a diamond she was, so easily manipulated, she hardly even put up a fight, Marvel would bet that she enjoyed it as much as he did.
"Junie Evans." He stated simply, not a trace of guilt on his face as he remembered watching lustily as Butler chopped the body into pieces and walked into the mist of the forests edge to bury it. "What about her? Drink?" He asked, pouring himself and the officer a glass of whiskey.
"She died. No thank you. We found her body chopped and bagged in the forest behind your mansion." Reese was heartily attempting to keep his cool, how amusing, Marvel thought, handing him the drink even against his will and surely he took it.
"How terrible." Marvel sipped.
"Indeed...where were you this Monday night between 8pm and 2am Mister Wrux?" Reese asked firmly.
"Marvel..." he frowned, "Mister Wrux makes me sound old." He paused. "Surely you aren't implying that I have had anything to do with the young ladies' passing?"
"What were your relations to her?" Now he was getting cocky.
"My, you might as well ask what her relations were to any man, I met at least five of her...'Lovers'. Officer Reese, Junie was a flame of pleasure that many, many men dared burn their fingers on, it was hardly a surprise that one of them would be homicidal, not in modern England. I had affairs with Miss Evans, I do not regret, she knows her stuff. But unfortunately so did dozens of other men. As for the place you recovered her body, well. All I can say to that is that in the past decade countless bodies have turned up there, it is not so called: "Morde" without reason." Marvel explained, remaining calm as always, this man would not learn his secret even if he wanted to, he was too afraid.
"I see...due to procedures I will still need an alibi from you though, begging your pardon." Reese bowed his head in apology; Marvel had to stop himself from laughing; only barely transforming it into a crocked smile.
"Of course you do. I was in the Advocate, Skrue, the bartender can testify as an eyewitness and I believe Fiana Bailey can testify as more than an 'Eyewitness'" He winked at the officer. Reese was taking notes.
"I do pardon the intrusion Mister Wr-Marvel." He bowed his head again, having sneakily placed his glass aside without having sipped it and backed to the front door. Marvel Waved the hand he held his own glass in towards Reese as he left, being sure to hold the glass in front of his mouth as he did so. Wham. The door shut and Butler re-entered the room after having walked the officer out. As soon as the door shut, Marvel burst into waves of disturbing laughs that rumbled like a lions' roar, and walked towards the stairs to trance up to his bed chamber, his red tail slightly peeking out of his loose shirt at the back as he ascended the stairs.
"Oh these humans are the best kind of entertainment there is!" He laughed to himself, "Delightful, I shall sleep well tonight, Butler, do keep my hounds happy throughout the night."
"Of course Sire." Butler bowed to the stairs even after Marvel had stepped the last one, because such was his place.
He walked in his dark coat through the bar, smelling the air, clustered with residue of smoke a whiff of drunkenness, and the humid intake of sex, choosing his suitor for the evening as a man would choose a meal from a menu. Yes, ginger hair, red lips, young, untouched...perfect and just what he needed. He seated himself beside the girl who sat alone, looking lost and afraid as any virgin would in such a place. The Advocate; a bar of pleasure, a place where only those who were tainted far past salvation visited.
Every regular customer needed salvation, but firstly; those that came here would never want such a cruel thing as salvation, and secondly; anyone who was within the walls of the Advocate, was far beyond the path of salvation.
"You look in dire need of a drink." Marvel flashed his snow-white teeth at the girl in a twisted half smile, handsome and benign as he was, this was ever so tempting and completely irresistible to any woman he'd met yet, and he'd met quite a few.
"I...I don't remember how I got here." She said shakily. Yep. A virgin...not for long.
"You must be terrified..." he waved his hand at the waiter who immediately whipped up his cocktails and brought them over. "...here, my treat" he said with the intensity of his stare weighing down on her, his black ovules glimmered at her as if they had a spell within them.
"I am! All I remember is leaving the church, wearing my Sunday dress and now here I am in this...sinful excuse of clothing." She pointed at her dress, slick, black, TIGHT, very, very tight. A perfect body suited to the perfect dress. Marvel nodded.
"And how ravishing you do look. Drink" He dazzled her, her anxieties faded slightly and she smiled a little. My how easy these religious folks are to twist and bend to any will, Marvel thought, pressing her glass to her lips. "It will sooth you, as you have soothed me."
She drank and talked, telling Marvel of her love for God, of her family, even her dog; Mary, a typical God-lover dog name. He mouthed the words with her as they came out; "Mary as in mother of our lord", feeling the distaste the name brought with it. And she drank, and she talked and she drank and she talked and so on and so forth. Finally, she hiccupped in her drunkenness. "I feel really dizzy..."
"Yes, such are the consequences of alcohol." Marvel smiled and her eyes widened.
"Oh my! I have sinned!" she shrieked looking at her empty glass as if it were the devil himself. Marvel placed a cool finger on her lips and 'ssh'ed her.
"I won't tell if you won't" and winked. "Come, I have the most excellent place to repent your sins."
He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her along behind him, and she willingly followed, he almost rolled his eyes at how easy she was. Couldn't have given me the fun in a challenge, he thought to himself, knowing he whom it was intended for would hear him. He pulled her around into the cube-box, padded with furry red fabric, a bench covered in the same fabric ran across the opposite wall where he sat her down, turned to close the curtain and turned back with his hands in his pockets staring at her emptily.
"Wow...this is, what is this?" she asked, barely able to sit properly.
"This is...a salvation chamber, within these walls every sin is forgiven." Marvel cheated his way over to her, stood her up and turned her to face the wall so he could have her exposed back facing him. He licked her shoulder and inhaled her scent; untouched indeed. With one mighty tug he pulled the black silky dress over her shoulders and slid it down her slim virgin body. A feast for the devils of the world, to have a virgin 'true' to God give herself so willingly to a man.
He kissed along her neck, sliding his hands around her waist and resting his left hand there while his right slid further along, lower, until his hand cupped her lower lips and parted them generously.
"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly fidgety, but already her body was betraying her as the scent hit the air.
"Give in to it, this is God's power." Marvel whispered to her ear, placing his middle finger on her clit and massaging her in just the right way to feel her body slowly collapse to the sensation.
"Are you God?" she asked in a moan, leaning her head back against Marvel's shoulder, shivering at every touch.
"For tonight." He said, pushing his finger inside her. Oh so tight. She gasped as his cold finger entered her and if there had been any resistance in her until that point, it was certainly evaporated now. Marvel's skin turned a darker shade of red, his resemblance to a human being slowly withered away, his tail peeked out of the back of his pants, his ears sharpened at the tips and his eyes had been swallowed by the black void of his pupils.
Not enough, he thought, pushing his index finger in her to join his other. He could feel the tightness of her opening strain against him like an elastic rubber band pushed to its limits; a lovely feeling, compensated with the tightening of his pants. The buckle was quickly undone and his body relieved of the fabric. He pulled his fingers out of her wet cunt and grabbed her own hand to replace his. "Finish what I started..." he whispered to her and she complied, masturbating herself as he turned her to face him and pushed her down on her knees. "Women are good at multi-tasking I hear" he rumbled a lion's laugh and pulled her head towards his waiting cock and she knew exactly what to do, only for God my ass.
She sucked on his like a hungry leech, swallowing any drops of pre-cum as quickly as they came, moaning onto his dick as her own fingers pleasured herself. She was ready. He pulled her up and lifted her unto his hips, needing only one guided thrust to enter her and rip her virginity to shreds quite literally. She screamed as the pain rippled through her but he firmly pressed his hand across her mouth and continued his adventure of her cave until her whimpers turned into moans again and she began jerking with his movement.
"Aren't you eager." He moaned to her and she nodded submissively, right where he wanted her; the point of no return. He stopped. She frowned, clawing at his back for him to continue, but he wouldn't, instead he stared right into the depth of her eyes with his own pitch black eyes, the horns above his temples had taken full form. "And who do you belong to?"
"G-G-" his finger had faster covered her lips before she could say the name.
"Wrong answer...say...who?" he gave a little thrust to help her remember the name.
"Y-you?" she asked, gulping expectantly. Marvel smiled at her and immediately began pounding his flesh into her with the same pace as if he had never stopped. He bit into her shoulder to make the blood signature and with one last thrust sealed the bond as his hot, not warm, hot lava seed erupted inside her making her almost scream in agony. He held her to him and sat on the floor, grabbing his coat to retrieve something from within it; a bracelet. With one practiced flick he snapped it on her wrist.
"Well that was easy." He cackled, pulling her off him and sitting her down on the bench.
"What was?" she asked, confused, trying to pull the bracelet off.
"You'll find out soon enough" he replied pulling on his trousers and buttoning his shirt and finally pulling on his coat. "Oh yes, and that belongs to me..."
"Wha-" but before she could finish he tapped one of his fingers against the centre of her chest and as he pulled it back, a light orb came with it. He placed his finger on his necklace and the orb was swallowed and the girl was empty. His complexion returned to that of a man, his tail withdrew, his horns retraced, his eyes became simple black ovules and his teeth were no longer fangs. Just as he buttoned the last button of his shirt, he looked just like any other man, only much more handsome, and stepped out of the box leaving the empty girl behind until she was given her duty.
Pulling his black hair back out of his face, he seated himself at the bar. Skrue placed his drink in front of him and raised an eyebrow at Marvel. "That was quick."
"I thought so myself. They get easier every year, does drain it of fun, I like the chase." Marvel smirked and Skrue complied. Fiana came to the bar.
"Five tequilla's, sugar daddy over there's hitting a number. How ya doin' Marvel? Already finished?" she asked, staring at him.
"Yes, unfortunately." He said, turning to look into the crowd and clock the 'sugar daddy' who was happily feeding the needs of four horny women like a mother bird choking up food for her babies. Just as Fiana was about to leave he stopped her. "Oh, if Officer Reese comes in to ask about my whereabouts on Monday night, confirm that I left the bar at 3:45am, no need for him to die because he knew too much."
Fiana nodded and Skrue gave a slight chuckle behind him. Marvel was watching Fiana serve the drinks, completely committed to his observations when the door beside him opened and new meet walked into the bar. His eyes almost couldn't peel off the beauty of a girl he saw before him, not the usual tainted customers, but a mere puritan; a complete virgin Mary, even more so than the one he'd just un-crowned. His nostrils took in the scent, a human would never understand the intoxicating scent a virgin God-lover, the intensity of this one however, was exquisite. He could barely contain himself, his eyes remaining on her as if nothing else were important.
"Who's the newling?" Marvel asked calmly as he always did, feeling Skrue's eyes follow her as his did.
"You ain't gon' believe it if I tell ya." He said with a laugh.
"Try me." This was a clear order.
"Tha's Fiana's kid, Nel Bailey...complete opposite of she mother, never has an unclean thought." Skrue drove a wet cloth along the counter to clean it.
"Never thought Fiana was the mother-type." He commented after a contemplative pause. His eyes didn't leave her for a second as she went to Fiana to talk to her, clearly uncomfortable with the place.
"Well she's dang good at coverin' her up, ain't nobody down here thought that...I figure she don' want her daughter to be around us folks...for good reason." Skrue added.
"I see what you mean." And he did, once Nel had approached her mother, Fiana's head snapped around to see if Marvel had seen her and anxiety crossed her face as she saw him staring at her and immediately grabbed her daughter and pulled her out of the bar. It took a few seconds for her scent to leave Marvel, and as it did, he wanted her more, like a drug; you love it while you're on it, you hate it when you're de-toxing, but only because you want it so badly when it's gone. Fiana came back and stopped right in front of Marvel, giving him one long, terrified, anxious glare. "You have a beautiful daughter Fiana" he said coolly.
"Marvel, please...please don't." she begged, her eyes glassy with the onset of tears, but his eyes were on the door she had left through, remembering the scent as best he could.
"Don't what?" he asked with a tease.
"Don't destroy her! She deserves a good life."
"Of course she does. And I could give her a good life." A slight smile rose.
"No, you can give her hell and make her think that that's good until 'he' gets his hands on her and then she'll be just like everyone else in here." A tear ran down her face. Marvel's eyes followed the path the tear chose down Fiana's cheek. He leaned forward and licked along the path of the tear and kissed her eye.
"Have I ever made you suffer Fiana? Your life might not be perfect, but you definitely enjoy it." He whispered to her.
"I do! And I don't ever ask you for anything, despite everything you've done, but don't take her from me...please Marvel!" She begged, he could feel the panic in her.
"Tell you what...we'll let it be her choice." He smiled his rusty smile that made all tension in Fiana's face drop until she looked like a zombie. Ironic, he thought, since she was probably a zombie, she didn't have a soul anymore, that had been long sold, and now she had the zombie look. "How old is she?"
"sweet nineteen" Skrue sang the age as if it were a delicate box of chocolates, turning away from their conversation after Fiana glared him into the ground.
"Interesting..." he contemplated.
"Please Marvel." Now she was crying, he chuckled a little, grabbing napkins from the bar and handing them to her.
"I will not dazzle her" he promised, getting up and patting her on the shoulder as he walked towards the door. "...but I can't promise that she won't dazzle me" he laughed his lion's roar and closed the door behind him, stepping into the car where Butler waited for him. They drove home as quick as was possible, and once they were in the comfort of Marvel's mansion, he grabbed a glass of whiskey, a cigarette and began whistling as he went to ascend the stairs.
"Oh Butler...fetch me the address of Fiana Bailey will you please?" he called happily, his tail swinging loosely around his back as he climbed the last stairs and shut the door of his bedroom, his pulse fast with the excitement of this new game in the hopes that he had finally found a real challenge.