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Heeeee I iz back, its only been a day, but I need to write this story...its fun, so enjoy and again dont question the mystery, let yourself go with it...it'll all be resolved and explained...sooner or later, but later rather than sooner.

under 18s....starts getting nasty in this one so if you get nauseuous easily, please do stay away or close your eyes when reading :P

Le Enjoy!

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It was storming with the wrath of heaven outside, the rain pelting onto the road as if it were in a hurry to flee the clouds. The door of Marvel's mansion swung open and he slowly stepped inside, dripping wet. Behind him was, as usual, a female; young, blonde, and underdeveloped. Barely seventeen, she had tiny breasts and clothes that definitely didn't help her immature figure. Marvel wasn't impressed, especially since his mind had another woman envisioned that, to be perfectly honest, this female didn't even come close to, in the beauty department.

"Come." He ordered, not holding the door for her and not waiting for her as he wavered into the living room to pour himself a whiskey, he would definitely need it to get in the mood. "Do shut the door." He called after her as she simply walked right in without giving the wide open door a second glance. Before she could respond to his request, Butler had already slammed the door shut behind her. She jumped. Marvel could taste her fear on his tongue it was so definite, this satisfied him. Meekly she came into view, looking up at the ceiling and around, and shivering with both fear and cold.

"You live here?" she asked, baffled by the size of this castle. He smiled, handed her a glass and sipped his own before he responded.

"I hope so, or I would be sleeping in someone else's bed." She laughed at that, and he had to admit she looked a little cute when she did, but only cute, not beautiful or seducing or tempting, maybe adequate to abuse, maybe finally one of those rare few God-lovers that didn't want to sin and would try to fight him off; not that she would stand a chance, but the mere gesture of trying would excite him. Her laugh ended in a snort and Marvel's face only held up that sexy smile because he had decades of practice. This complicates things, he thought to himself, hearing the echoing laugh inside his head and laughing with it out loud as the husky voice continued to laugh at him.

The girl stared at him in confusion and terror, unsure why he was laughing so heartily, but only because she would never understand, or hear the voice in his head, at least not for a while. Marvel, seeing the girl, grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch, gesturing Butler with a nudge of his head to leave the room, and he did, with a bow. Seated, he ran his fingers along the girls' temple and tucked her golden locks behind her ear, his smile was more hungry than happy now. Fortunately, she gently took his wrist and lowered it from her face, finally a fighter, and broadened the space between them on the couch.

"Tell me...why does a beautiful young lady such as yourself cause all men around the world pain by promising yourself God alone?" he asked, placing his glass on the side table and sliding closer to her. She held her glass in both her hands on her lap, she hadn't sipped it, but she was staring at it, a guilty smile on her face.

"Well I, momma always said that God is the only man a woman can trust." She said after a calculated pause, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger. Marvel sighed, looking at the glass for a while before he took it from her, leaned over her and placed it aside as well. He stroked his fingers along her jaw bone and turned her face up towards him.

"And what do you think?" Marvel asked, smirking at her, his eyes slowly expanding into their true, pitch black form.

"I think that my momma wouldn't lie to me." She answered with a shaky voice, her breathing growing faster as she saw his eyes. Too bad she was so pure, otherwise this wouldn't have bothered her. She sprung up and screamed, bad move, his tail rolled out of the top of his pants and his skin grew darker and redder with excitement. She ran. Marvel flashed his teeth in a smile, slowly getting up to follow her to the front door which, as Butler was a good servant, was sure to be locked.

"No way out..." Marvel said to himself, running his hand along the counter as he strolled past it towards the door, staring at her puny figure fidget with the lock, "...shame, that."

"Who are you!" she shrieked, turning her back on the door and pressing against it as if it would assure her life, he cackled in delight, feeling his horns slowly rise.

"I'm Marvel..." he continued walking, inches away from her.

"Get away from me demon! God will protect me!" she sobbed, "God will protect me!" to reassure herself, but reassurance, like God, never came. The mention of God gave Marvel that final jolt that tipped the glass. He grabbed her by the hair and flung her around onto the floor and sat on top of her, holding her down with barely any effort and ripping, not the gentle way, but ripping her blouse open.

"Will he? I don't see him." he licked her cheek with a laugh, his hands moving lower to pull up her skirt.

"He will punish you!" she cried in his ear, using her hands to scratch him and punch him, no matter how weak the attempt was. Marvel moaned at the impulse.

He slipped his hand under the side of her panties and parting her lips. "Maybe he'll make an appearance if I do this?" pushing his finger in side her and pushing still further as there was nowhere further to go. She groaned and wiggled underneath him as he stared at her in pleasure and laughed.

"Though I walk through the valley..." she began, it amused Marvel how desperate she was, and it turned him on. He pushed another finger inside her, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of her virgin skin tightening around her fingers. "...of the shadow of death, I will fe--" she cried as he pushed another one in, feeling it rip, slowly, painfully, "fear no evil..."

His mouth found her tiny nipple, sucking it professionally, pushing his fingers in and out of her and using his thumb to tickle her clit at the same time. She was in hysterics, sobbing and screaming out of pain and shame, two things that excited him more. His skin was a full flame red now, his tail swinging around his back, twitching with joy.

"For thou a--" he pulled out, it didn't matter if she was ready, he was. Climbing on top of her, he saw the small streak of blood running out of her and he bent down to smell it, the freshness of it, as if it was the most delicate wine; pure and unopened. He licked it clean, and his hunger grew the very moment his tongue came in contact with the liquid. His red cock gave an eager jolt, and he leaned forward to please that greed, playing his tip at her fragile opening and without warning forcing himself inside, one demonic thrust at a time. Her broken voice cut off half groan because her lungs could no longer hold air from the pressure of the pain.

"--thou art with me--" a scream as he thrust, his tail now whipping out behind him, he held her hands down, and drew his fangs along her neck to fill the air with her scent. His nostrils flared. "--thy rod and thy staff--" she gagged from the pain, her body spasming with each thrust he gave. "They comfort ME! Stop! PLEASE!"

But he didn't, not like he could, he was the predator, she the prey and this was the hunt. You couldn't tell a lion to stop eating just as it caught the lamb, it didn't work like that, her scent was in his nose, in his mind, and it cut off his humanity and left only the beast, the red skinned, hungry, demonic, beast. His pace quickened.

"Who do you belong to?" his completely altered dark tone requested of her, and he laughed as her face screwed into a frown with every thrust he made, as her body twitched wih pain with every thrust he made, as his body jerked with lust with every thrust he made, her blood pouring out of her neck with every thrust he made. "One word will set you free..."

She cried, obviously understanding what he wanted, but not nearly ready enough to give it to him. He exhaled a laugh with a moan and slashed his tail to the side and struck it right into the soft flesh bellow her lowest rib, the scream she made forced jolts of pre-cum out of his flesh, which burned her and she screamed again. "Though preparest a table for--me..." gasp, "...in the presence of mine--" scream as his tail retreated, "enemies!"

"One word" he whispered in her ear, humping into her like she was a common rag doll, she shook her head violently, biting her lip and pressing her eyes closed. He laughed and leaned his head back, as he felt his peak coming.

"Thou annointest my head with oil..." she gagged weakly, her face wet with tears, as he erupted inside her and the boiling seed of his shaft flowed into her womb with the firey wrath. She wouldn't last, she was strong willed, but not that strong willed. "Lucifer!" she screamed, sobbing as best she could, her body covered in her own blood. He smiled at her, leaning over to taste her blood, to complete the contract, and once he did, he rolled off her and flat on the ground beside her, panting in his high.

He closed the zipper and button of his pants, reached in his back pocket and pulled out the bracelet which he snapped onto her wrist. At the same time he tapped the centre of her chest and her soul came out of her chest in the shape of and orb. He traced it to the pendant around his neck until it was swallowed and devoured and she lay there staring at nothing, like an empty container. He reached over, and his tail did the honours of slashing an opening in her chest. His hand slipped into the cut and grabbed around the softly pounding heart. With one tug he ripped it out and watched her eyes blur into death. Enjoy. He grabbed a cigarette from his other pocket and lit it, inhaling deeply to his lungs and exhaling the smoke onto her body.

"My cup runneth over." He finished the psalm, getting to his feet and walking towards the kitchen holding the heart in his hand. "Butler...will you do the honours?" he asked the motionless man standing beside the kitchen door who bowed and nodded, leaving the kitchen to dispose of the corpse. He placed the heart on the counter his cigarette in his mouth and pulled off his pants and all, standing butt naked in the kitchen and tossed his soggy, bloody clothes onto the laundry pile in the corner before grabbing the heart, and turning to the beck door that led to the basement, where his hounds lived.

Three giant great Danes came running as the door opened. He ripped the heart into three pieces and fed each one of them, patting them on the head as they feasted and turning to leave them to their meal. His skin slowly faded to a human colour, his fangs retracted, his horns grew back, only his tail remained, swinging behind him as he whistled, pausing only to take a pull of his cigarette. He passed the couch and whipped up his whiskey glass with his free hand and made his way up the stairs and to his bed chamber where he would not be disturbed.

The marketplace was a busy place on a Wednesday afternoon, it was as if everyone had an empty kitchen on Tuesday night and had to restock for the next decade to come. Marvel walked with Butler close behind him, carrying the many heavy bags as if they were feather light, something that looked unnatural since he was a rather slim and tiny man.

"Butler, go fetch the Vegetables for supper." Marvel commanded, and Butler bowed and parted from his side. His eye had caught something that was too good to be true; Nel Bailey, by the jewelry stand. With a pleased smile, he slithered along the floor and lined in beside her. "Anything strike your fancy?" he asked soothingly. She jumped a little and turned her face to regard him with the most outrageously temping smile. Marvel had to constrain himself when he felt the tip of his tail poking out of the back of his trousers.

"Mister Wrux..." she said after a pause.

"Marvel." He said simply, staring at her marvellous, delicate face, trying to understand why she smelled so different. She was like china in the wares department, gold in the value department, the oldest and finest whiskey in the liquor department and Da Vinci in the art department, simply put; containing his human form in her presence was almost impossible.

"Marvel, nice to finally meet you after hearing about you from...well, everyone really." She reached for his hand but he couldn't take it, if he did, he wouldn't be able to cage his hunger. He smiled at her, a toothy smile, charming and mouth watering, like the opposite delicate of china plates.

"Let's hope that everyone hasn't been gossiping too much." He laughed a little. She looked at her empty hand and slowly pulled it back, the angelic smile still on her face, Skrue was right, never an unclean thought. The very thought of the purity made his skin tingle, imagining her bellow him, bending to his every whim and desire, hearing her velvety voice moan begs of pleasure in his ear--

"Bragging mostly. Would they have reason to?" she interrupted his thoughts, thank Judas for that, he thought, turning his attention to the jewellery instead to clear his mind.

"Reason to what? Here this one is nice." He picked up the golden chain with a cross on it, tasting filth in his mouth as he even looked at the damn thing. He opened the lock on the back and gently laid the necklace around her slim, pale, sweet, soft neck. She touched her hand to the cross and closed her eyes in an appreciative smile, probably praying, he noted, knowing more than a thing or two about God-lovers.

"Reason to gossip?" She wouldn't allow the casual subject change.

"Is there ever?" he redirected, staring at the necklace laying softly on her chest just above her perfectly rounded breast. "enchanting" he remarked with an emotionless face. Nel looked down upon her bosom and smiled, stroking the cross as if it were a cat.

"Thank you. Reason maybe not, but people hear stories, stories are told and retold and sometimes the end result is a fiction very far from the truth that initiated it. What I am wondering is whether there would be a reason for people to gossip so I can make out your character." Still smiling she said. Marvel paid the owner of the necklace, his eyes remaining on Nel the entire time, trying to find an adequate way to counter her question.

"That would depend on what you have heard." He replied slowly, looking into her eyes with such intensity as if he saw a jewel behind them.

"I hear plenty when I work in church...confession stands, my specialty. You have many lovers." The way she'd said it made it impossible to believe that anyone could ever say those words accusatively, Marvel shivered with delight again.

"I'm sure. My--" he began but was cut off by an oncoming hysterical voice.

"Nel!" Fiana shouted, coming to stand beside her daughter, making sure to hold her close to herself like any protective mother would. Boy was she right, she would have to lock her up to keep her from him now. "Nel honey, we should go, I have everything I need."

"Oh? I thought you had shopping to do to prepare for the masque tonight?" she asked, of course, only Marvel and Fiana would understand the sudden rush.

"A masque?" Marvel asked, enjoying the way Fiana's face secretly dropped as he grabbed the opportunity.

"Oh yes, did you not receive an invitation? Lord McCallister is hosting a Masque for his daughter's fifteenth birthday." Nel said delighted.

"Ah yes, I had forgotten." Marvel's eyes were still on Fiana, and hers were on his with pleading and fear.

"Great so we will see you there?" she asked, smiling at him and he returned the smile with the ever slightest bow of his head.

"Wouldn't dare miss it." He replied.

"We best be leaving then, thank you for the necklace." Nel waved, hooking her arm into her mothers' arm and turning the other way. He looked after her until she was lost in the crowd, relaxing as soon as the air was clear of her scent and he no longer had to try so hard to repress the demon.

"Butler, I believe we need a suit and a mask." Marvel sighed, having sensed Butlers sudden appearance beside him. Butler bowed and nodded, and so they went to find something presentable. I admit I have been giving you easy prey lately, but how have you come across a Vendangeli? That familiar voice said to him inside his head. Flames burst through Marvel's crotch with a lust that was unpredictable and made him laugh so roaringly in the middle of the street that heads turned. Explains a lot...I might keep this one, Marvel replied. The echoing laugh arose inside his head_, don't get too cocky, she's not as easy as she seems._ Marvel gave a smile that flashed nearly all his teeth, his fangs partially showing now that he was too consumed to keep the control. Wouldn't be fun if she were. Watch your chosen one work. The other voice's laugh slowly faded away as the conversation ended, and Marvel stepped into the suit shop to begin his new mission.