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Thanks to my friend for reading this for me and checking it all makes sense and there are no glaring errors.
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BEWARE OF KARMA
Have you ever made the mistake of being too noticeable and attracted the wrong attention? I have. Have you ever caught the attention of something that then decides it wants to own you? I have. Be careful as this is my warning to you, don't be too arrogant or attention seeking it may bring you more attention and trouble then you wanted. I was arrogant and attention seeking enough that I challenged trouble and karma sent trouble straight back at me.
I suppose you want to know who I am, don't you? My mother gave me the name Christian but most people call me Chris if they know what's good for them. With a name like Christian you have to be particular about that sort of thing. Now I've added on the name Shax but explanations for that can wait. I am a thief, a liar, a deceiver and at times a trickster; I'm a bold brat for better of another world and proud of it.
I am 5'10 and my body is lean with a certain wiry strength but I am on the small side, I was always the type who ate like a truck and never gained any weight for my trouble. My narrow shoulders, lean, flexible body and small, nimble fingers enable me to be good at what I did and still carry on.
My Irish mother gave me her thick, wavy black hair that I wear to the bottom of my ears; it's always a bit tousled no matter what I do to it. From her I got my rosy cheeked skin but missed out on inheriting her green eyes, my eyes are cold, icy black, no bullshit they are actually black and I'm often told that my cold gaze is unnerving. The proud, regal cast to my features saves my face from being a little too delicate, a little too fey. No boy likes to be pretty or on the small side, I was no exception.
I was roundly picked on and beaten up until I learned to fight back. I was only 11 when I met my best friend Jared and his group of street thieves. I learned enough nasty tricks from them that I learned to fight off my attackers. I was cocky and a scrappy enough kid that I would pick my own fights. It amuses me now to remember how proud I was to have earned a big enough reputation to be given a wide berth.
I had a talent for lying and being a thief it would seem, but that wasn't all I had a talent for, I was always a little different. A hungry, dark power coiled deep inside me, sleeping like some sleek predatory beast. It only took for me to see or sense anger, rage, or lust in somebody and I would get the unsettling feeling of that feral energy stirring.
I will admit that there were times I tapped into that shadowy power if somebody pissed me off or when I was compelled to. I'd trap the person in my icy, magnetic glare and allow the power to stir and pounce. I was too young and inexperienced to realise what was happening, to know that I was stealing life force, the souls of those people. What I did understand was that the pure energy I pulled from them fed me and gave me the best high.
My mother was an alcoholic but a contented one, luckily the death of a maternal aunt left her with enough money that we never worried about money. I remember she'd drape herself comfortably in the hammock that was stretched between the two ancient plum trees in the back yard. In the shade of the trees she'd hold a mug of cheap wine or whiskey in her tiny, elegant hands and stare dreamily into space. She often told strange stories about demon prince lovers and Irish legends in her soft, lilting voice while I curled up beside her in that big, and comfortable hammock. My mother when she wasn't drunk was a tender, but absentminded figure in my life and I was allowed to run wild for the most part.
Then came the day that changed my life, I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was my eighteenth birthday; earlier on I had gotten drunk and stoned with Jared and a few other boys from our little gang in a graveyard. I was sprawled lazily in the grass, bored and restless, taking an occasional turn with the joint being passed around our group. I was staring at the dark sky above me and don't know what possessed me that night, my boredom? My restlessness or the weed we were smoking? I dared the heaven's stretching above me. I was listening to my friends talking shit but inside I continued with my silent taunts and jeers to the stars. I felt the dark, hungry beast in me stirring and stretching as it raised a muzzle to the skies and sniffed, I felt a distinct cock of its head as if it was listening and it was very curious.
Then I saw what it sensed in the darkest corner of the graveyard, something hazy was taking shape under a huge, old willow tree. At first it was hazy, ghostlike in that I could see right through it but even then I could feel his power and the dark aura. Then the moon broke free of the clouds to shine a beam of moonlight directly at the spot. It allowed me to get a good look at the figure and I couldn't help the soft gasp of terror that escaped me, because for a mere instant every hair on body stood straight up, quivering. The beast in me growled in recognition greeting an equal it apparently knew or recognised. Now I know that it was just reacting to the presence of another Demon Lord, all demons recognise and know each other from the feel and "scent" of their energy and aura.
It seemed that the heavens, hell or some other godforsaken place had taken me at my word and answered me; or rather it was just that Leo heard me and chose to answer me in person. That spectral figure was a giant, sleek four legged predator; he was all red eyes, sharp claws and fangs, flexing its muscles, its great bat like wings rustling in an invisible wind. I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach, struck dumb and winded by the force of his dark power and I found him beautiful. Despite my fear and instinctive, primitive desire to run, I wanted to go up to him and touch him, he was all rippling muscles and charcoal grey hide. Then the hazy image of the demon solidified and if I thought his beast was beautiful, it was nothing to what was in front of me now.
Even if I had not seen the first image, I still would not have believed he was just a beautiful man, there was something no quite right, not quite human. He was tall; his body was a perfect mix of lean sinuous grace and leashed power. His hair was jet black, as it fell from a widow's peak; it reached the nape of his neck. His pale skin was clear and smooth as it stretched over his muscles. His face was faultless with its high cheekbones, large silver eyes and sensual lips, youthful, but there was something else that spoke of the long passage of time. Like my own features, something about the arrangement of his features was a little too exotic, a little too fey for him to be human.
A second punch drove deep into my lungs winding me for the second time as I realised he was watching me, curiosity bright in those silver eyes and right then I was caught, despite my growing fear I wanted him and felt my own curiosity respond. Maybe if I'd listened to my mother's stories or had just been more aware of demons, I might have got away, I should have run away screaming.
I watched mesmerised, caught as I was in the silver grip of his eyes, as his lips curved up in a knowing way. I found for once that it was me that couldn't move, breathe or tear my eyes away. Twin dimples appeared in his cheeks, flashing with his smile as I felt him moving through my head, looking at my most personal thoughts, my memories and feelings. My cock already impossibly hard throbbed as my body trembled. Quite distinctly I heard his mocking laugh, low and velvety as it purred through me, stroking things that should never be stroked.
"You called, I answered. Didn't your mother tell you to be careful what you ask for?" I heard the silky promise and the mocking amusement in his low, purring voice as the words appeared in my head and then he was gone.
Deep inside me I felt a wrenching as if my very soul had been ripped out with his disappearance. The disappointment and deep craving to have him nearly crushed me with the force of it. I was immediately obsessed over the days that followed as his image haunted my dreams and waking thoughts. I thought I saw him everywhere I went and found myself searching for him. I knew in my bones that he was there, watching me as I watched for him. But I have always been impatient and my temper was sparking at the game he was playing with me and that was just the start of it all.
As it turned out he allowed me to see him again a few days later, I was at a gypsy fair in a local park. Jared and I had come to case the crowd and do a bit of light-fingered work for our supper as he jokingly referred to what we did. I had taken a quick break, signalling Jared to let him know I was going as I left the crowd. I sat on a park bench, a lit smoke in one hand, a coke in the other and there he was.
He was leaning against a tree, inhaling the smoke from his own cigarette he was holding in his long fingers, lazily breathing out the smoke. His silver eyes were watching me intently; the expression on his face both amused and full of knowing mischief as if he knew something I didn't. It drove me crazy that expression and I glared at him, flipping him the bird. He grinned at me, laughing silently at me and vanished into thin air leaving behind the echo of his laughter and the lingering trace of his power.
Pissed off I was left to glare at the tree he'd been leaning against wondering what was going on and feeling frustrated. He was playing with me and I didn't like it at all, not only playing with me but it was a game only he seemed to know the rules to. It appeared he wasn't finished with me yet either, whether he let me see him or not he started playing with my mind.
Sometimes he'd talk to me in that silky purr; other times I'd feel the phantom brush of teasing fingers. It might be a random wif of his smell, or just the feel of his energy, enough to let me know he was there watching me, taunting me. He would appear, then vanish and the game continued as he started fucking me in my dreams. I'd have to endure waking up gasping and trembling, left alone in my sticky, sweat soaked bed to tremble and long for him.
As the days continued without him actually doing anything to relieve my need for him, I got angrier, patience has never been my strength. I cursed him and accused him of being a coward, but my curses just amused him, the angrier and more desperate I got, the more amused he seemed to be by the whole thing, and I suspected turned on. My instincts were proved right when I saw him for the third time and he decided he'd take it to the next level. It appeared he was on a path to drive me out of my mind or was after some other goal I couldn't fathom.
Then it happened, I was at a local club with a couple of the boys; I'd walked outside by myself to smoke a joint I'd managed to score. I was leaning against the rough, cool brick wall waiting for him despite my anger and frustration. To be honest by that stage I was helplessly caught in his game and was deliberately going places on my own in an effort to draw him to me.
He took his time coming to me, letting me cool my heels. I felt the presence of his power before I saw him, as he let me feel that he was there, teasing me. My own energy knowing it was him began to stir and perk up, if it could be called a perky sort of thing. I glared at the space around me and folded my arms across my chest waiting impatiently for him to get over himself.
Finally he decided to show himself and I spotted him lounging against the wall at the start of the ally watching me, from behind the cloud of smoke he was breathing out. The familiar cigarette was with him leaving its fragrant spicy scent to waft towards me. Curiously I wondered what was in that cigarette, it didn't smell like ordinary tobacco or weed for that matter, the stuff had an almost tangy, spicy smell to it, like cinnamon and pepper dusted green apples and it stimulated rather then relaxed.
"Care to finish what you start for once?" I taunted him, knowing my black eyes would be flashing with a mix of anger and my daring. I raised my chin proudly and smirked at him like the brat I was, inviting trouble to come and get me.
The silver eyes watching me gleamed as his lips curved up into that wicked smile of his, dimples flashing at me. He straightened from his lazy pose against the wall and ambled towards me as he flicked the cigarette on the ground and ground it out under the toe of the black boot he was wearing. His eyes never wavered from mine, I had a moment of real fear as his eyes flared red and the air around us felt oppressed by his dark aura.
I struggled to breathe under the compulsion of his power that forced me against the wall and felt my fear grow as I saw an odd shifting of something under his skin, like a ripple in a still pool. Despite my own soul deep fear and his compulsion making it impossible for me to move or even breathe, I wasn't going anywhere and my cock was already rock hard, I wanted him. His smile grew becoming that knowing smirk that drove me insane with rage. His eyes gleamed red and then the vague impressions of something else were gone, replaced by silver eyes and his exotic, unearthly face.
Before I could blink or do much more then process the blurred impressions that flashed by he was kissing me and his arms were wrapping around me, pulling me against his suddenly aggressive body and I felt my power respond to the siren call of his. For a moment I felt the need to pay him back for some of the torture he'd forced on me and I bit his lip aggressively and deliberately rubbed against him.
He shuddered and growled a curse against my mouth and ripped his mouth away. He forced my squirming body against the wall and his taller height forced me to stretch up towards him so I was forced up onto my tip toes, off balance except for his weight and the wall at my back I moaned, wriggling eagerly against him as I wrapped myself around him, clamping his body against mine as I ground against him. I revelled in the feel of his muscles and his heat, a bit delirious that this was actually happening. That smell of spiced, peppery apples lingered around him and made me want to just eat him and made my nose quiver like I wanted to sneeze.
Delirious as I was I was still aware enough to be conscious of my own racing heart and ragged breathing and of the absence of an answering racing heart. Seizing on my soft moans he came back to my mouth and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and effectively distracting me from that frightening realisation. I tightened my grip on him and let him have my mouth. This time he moaned as I sucked on his tongue and returned his kiss just as hungrily. I felt his hands squeeze my ass and found myself arching into his hands like a cat. I was helpless against his strength, his hunger for me and from what he was doing to me.
Then he was pushing me away and he pulled his mouth away from me. For a moment or two there was a bit of a struggle as I tried to climb him and he attempted to push me down his body as I attacked him with my mouth. I quickly realised he was letting me get away with fighting him as I felt him shudder and the humiliating ease he used to hold me away from his body.
His eyes flared that feral red, gleaming with hungry satisfaction as I clung to him stubbornly and I felt gratified by his ragged breathing. His heart might not beat, but he was like me enough that he had to breathe and was likewise affected. He shuddered again in the tight clasp I had on him and I felt something in him weaken. A feral part of me recognised that tiny give as a sign that he was loosing his will to me, not realising what this meant or what danger I was in. I pressed my advantaged and pressed against him, allowing him to feel how happy I was to be there. Once again I was calling to trouble without knowing it, tempting him.
But he released me and stood there, staring down at me with an enigmatic expression, some equally enigmatic emotion flashing through his eyes. Abruptly he flashed me that devilish smile of his and vanished, right there, a step or two away from me so I was left with the scent of him and the rush of displaced air as he vanished in plain sight.
Pissed off and wanting him again I kicked the wall with a livid curse or two as I stalked off. Despite the fact that it was a long way I walked home, but the walk didn't really help relieve my tension or anger. I tossed and turned in my lonely bed, uncomfortably hard from what he'd done to me in that ally. I lay there cursing him out loud and in my head, taunting him really, knowing somehow that he could hear me.
After one particularly nasty comment he appeared in my room near the end of my bed. Hungrily my eyes devoured his all but naked form. He was only wearing a pair of tight black jeans that hugged his lean muscled legs and the inviting bulge between his legs. I could see a trail of tattoos that covered his whole left shoulder and down his bicep that were a mix of strange rune like symbols in a mix of red and black. His upper body was strangely hairless and firmly muscled. I could see the shadows around him were darker as if they were hiding more of his true form. In my heart of hearts, down as far as my soul, I think I knew what I was risking, what would happen if I gave up my will, my body, my soul to him, but I didn't care. There was that ripple of something shifting under his surface and his power swelled in the air. I wouldn't have been true to myself if I hadn't gone ahead and dared him anyway, tempting karma to come and get me.
"Oh so that brought you back again did it?" I sneered at him.
"You should watch what you ask for little boy." He sneered back at me.
"Why? It's not my fault we're in this fucked up state, is it?" I retorted hotly, glaring at him.
"I warned you." He purred flashing me that smile of his, his dimples flashing and then he was moving.
One moment he was standing at the foot of my bed, the next there was a blur of movement as he pulled down his fly and pushed down his jeans. Where I'd have had to struggle like a fool hopping on one foot to pull my own jeans off; he ripped his off in one easy movement. I was only given a moment to stare at his body, and at the long, heavy length of him before the air was being forced out of my lungs as he all but tore the sheet off me and pounced on me. His mouth fastened on mine and he was kissing me as his hands ran over me. Greedily I wrapped myself around him, tighter this time so he couldn't escape me and kissed him back. I sighed, barely giving him a chance as I let my greedy hands run over his hot skin, feeling up his muscles and testing my strength against him as we wrestled playfully.
He let me wrestle him underneath me and I sat up on his stomach, supporting myself by bracing my hands on his chest and pressing myself into his hands as they ran over me. It felt unbelievably good to have his hands on me and to feel him lying underneath me. The scent of him made me sneeze again something that caused his eyes to glitter with amusement. His skin was amazement to me, it was hairless, smooth and it had a pearly sheen to it in the darkness of the night.
"Move closer." He whispered, his own lust filled eyes fixed on my dick that was so hard it was all but pointing straight up.
I wasn't as long as he was or as thick, and I was circumcised, but I'd been told by my past tricks that my smooth slender cock flushed with blood was perfect. I flashed him a smirk and wrapped my hand around my erection, stroking it with the steady, firm stroke I liked and making sure to flick my thumb over the head as I liked. I felt my spine flex at the pleasure, my cock growing under my hand and I let my head fall back, exposing my vulnerable throat to him deliberately. I heard a growl and then I found myself being grabbed in a crushing grip as he flipped me over and crawled on top of me.
Harsh, grating words were slipping out from between his clenched teeth in a language I didn't know and then his mouth was moving down my body so quickly I didn't get more then a moment to gasp and moan before his mouth found its way to my cock.
Words cannot describe the heat of his mouth or feel of that skilful mouth and throat as he swallowed all of me and gave me the blow job of my life. Moaning I grabbed at his head, his soft hair becoming tangled and mussed in my grip. I found myself thrashing on the bed, arching forcefully towards him so I was all but jamming my cock down his throat and he took it. I felt the warm, golden energy that was my life force, my soul being slowly drained out of me.
I felt a wet finger, coated in the familiar cool, slick feel of the lubricant I kept under the bed working its way into my ass. Then a second coated finger joined the first and I found myself trying to jam my cock down his throat and push eagerly into his fingers at the same time.
I felt him shake with silent laughter and then the wet, sucking warmth around my cock was taken away and I felt myself whimper at the loss as he flipped me onto my stomach. He rubbed his entire body against me, clearly picking up on my desire to feel him rubbing against me and then I felt him nudging into me.
I had one of those nameless, blind panics where I didn't think he'd fit in me and he'd kill me. Despite it another whimper, an eager one this time escape me as he pushed harder, almost roughly and I felt him push through my tight barrier of muscles. I grunted as he continued to push forward and felt I was right as I winced and grunted again, gritting my teeth at the pain. It felt like a baseball bat was being forced into my insides but I grimly hung in there, feeling myself actually black out for a moment or two with the mix of pleasure pain as he finally stopped.
I was fully impaled on his cock, I felt him brace himself and felt the press of his hard muscled chest and stomach against my back, his strangely hairless balls resting against my smooth ass. His softer hair brushed against my neck as he nuzzled me, he rotated his hips a bit and the small movement sent waves of pleasure through me as he hit my prostate. I moaned and he repeated the little movement.
Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in and at first it still hurt, my whimpers and grunts were more pain induced. He nudged me with his knee up onto my elbows and knees; he angled his hips so his forward thrust brushed the head of his cock across my prostate. I pushed my pillow under my stomach so I could hump against it.
It didn't take much of this before I was eagerly pushing back into him, the pain faded and I moaned. He too moaned, shuddering as he thrust harder and more roughly then before. Encouraging him I urged him on and he responded as I found myself thrusting harder into my pillow. The softness I was humping against and the feel of his thrusts hitting my prostate pushed me over the edge and it wasn't long before I was shuddering, my cock jerking and I moaned.
He took longer but my coming seemed to prod and excite him, as he sped up, his thrusts becoming wilder and rougher, and his grip on my shoulders tightened and I could feel bruises forming. His teeth sunk into my shoulder and I grunted as I collapsed forward, giving up my soul and will as my body jerked and shuddered from my climax as he thrust a final time.
To my surprise I felt his dark energy flood into me and gasped as I felt it replacing the growing hole in my centre where my life force was being drained out of me. My shadowy power responded to his power as it always did, all but rolling in it in satiated pleasure. I felt his cock buried deep in me pulsing as it jerked filling me up with his hot seed and I heard his long, drawn out moan as he collapsed forward on top of me.
I'm not sure how long we lay there half comatose before he shifted, moving off me and rolling onto his back. I rolled onto my side and curled myself into his side, I nuzzled his neck, my fingers tracing over the tattooed runes.
"I want a smoke." Leo said as he gently, but firmly pushed my hands away from him and untangled himself from our sweaty sprawl of bodies.
I admired his naked from as he went to his jeans and pulled out another of the thin dark green smokes he was so found of. Pulling an old fashioned silver lighter out of another pocket he came back towards me and crawled back onto the bed with it. He braced himself sitting up against the wall behind my bed and inhaled from the smoke, holding it and exhaling lazily as we both watched the smoke.
I moved up the bed so that I could hug him and rest my head on his chest, he wrapped his free arm around me. The spicy, peppery smell of green apples began to mingle in with the musky scents of sex already heavy in the air. I sneezed; my curiosity got the better of me and not one to ask I snatched it off him and took a drag.
"You shouldn't be near this stuff, it'll kill you." He warned me but his eyes were amused, so I took it to mean he didn't care what I did.
I flashed him a smirk and took a drag, sucking the smoke in and letting it go as I eyed the glowing red end of the smoke. I enjoyed the strong, heady effect it was having on my brain, liking the almost hyper alert and energised feel it gave me.
Still the comfortable silence stretched as my curiosity grew as to what he'd done to me. I examined myself, I felt different, my aura, my energy and at the centre of me where my life force usually was. He felt my growing curiosity, but being himself took his time answering me.
"You want to know who I am, what I am. But I think you know." He finally said, his strange almost purring voice, sliding silkily over the words, making such mundane words sound so provocative, a sin.
I didn't say anything, knowing he knew the answer to that but I let him know I still wanted to know anyway.
He sighed taking his smoke back and taking another drag off the end, the red glow at the end reflected a flare of the red of his own eyes. "I'm Leo, one of the thirteen Demon Lords."
I grinned at him and offered a hand to him, when he cocked his head and gave me a bemused look I shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you Leo, I'm Chris the human." I replied flippantly.
He grinned back. "Not human any more your not or not much longer anyway. Not that you were that human to begin with, your father was a naughty boy."
"What?" I demanded, staring at him I felt horrified but couldn't really lie to myself that it was a complete surprise.
He shrugged telling me without words that I was knowingly asking stupid questions that I already knew or suspected the answer to.
I thumped his shoulder hard. "I don't care if you can read my every waking thought or feeling; I still want to hear it"
He laughed, a genuine laugh not his usual mocking, slightly bitter sounding laugh. "But I so like reading your thoughts and feelings, they're so entertaining." He teased me, his expression turning to that old irritating knowing amusement.
I glared at him.
He rolled his eyes. "The young are so impatient." He complained.
He tapped my chest with his free hand and pulled one of my hands to his own chest. I felt my heart beating, slower then usual and as usual noted the stillness in Leo's chest where there was no heartbeat. He dropped some of the glamour or whatever it was, I saw his red eyes and fangs. His face became even more fey, paler, starker and more sharply carved, even more exotic then when he was toning it down.
"I have always been a demon, I remember the days so long ago when we were all thrown out of God's presence and sent down to Hell with Lucifer. I've spent many millennia at Lucifer's side, using my time to fight my way up to a Demon Lord." He began his voice quiet, stark without its usual sexy edge I loved.
"My heart unlike yours will never beat but I breathe more as a habit then for necessity, I don't need oxygen, just as I don't need my heart to beat. We demons have picked up the habit of breathing over so much time watching over humans." He carried on, pausing as he took another drag of his smoke.
He offered it to me but I shook my head, the first toke was enough to have my head spinning and spaced enough as it was, plus I wanted to hear what he had to say.
"Usually when a demon of my status and power sleeps with a mortal it's for food, we steal the life force, what you would call a soul. A human body cannot sustain itself without its life force so we're in a sense killing people. Your human myths that tell of the incubus are quite close to the truth." Leo explained with a small smile.
I smiled back. "Good to know there is some truth in old, musty myths." I teased, unable to resist.
He shushed me.
"Demons contrary to what you've been led to think are the caretakers of humanity, we pick off the bad, weak or lost ones among you much as the wolf picks off the old, weak and injured to make the herd of deer healthy, ensuring the survival of an ecosystem. We cannot influence or steal the life force of the healthy, pure or happy. It is in our interest and God's to have humans continue to exist and evolve." Leo went on chuckling at my surprised expression.
He shrugged. "You'd be surprised at some of the truths behind some of the supposed legends and myths you humans have running around. Remember all myths have a grain of truth in them and demons have been among humans for a long, long time."
"So what's your role, personal I mean." I asked curiously.
He gave me a sexy side long look and smirked. "Karma. . . Each of us Demon Lords holds sway or dominion over certain areas. It's merely a fancy way of saying what we have power over, what we can influence in your humans. My influence is in karma, sorcery, black magic, that sort of thing. Any time a human so much as curses somebody under their breath I hear it and have the power to influence either the human doing the cursing or the person being cursed."
I gave him my own side long look. "So why this . ." I dared to ask.
He shrugged. "Your past tricks and enemies curse you a lot, you've ripped a lot of people off in your short life and you called me. . . my nickname has always been Trouble . If you tempt trouble too much you provoke me into answering to my name." He answered flashing me that startling wicked smile of his, dimples flashing.
"So? You said that usually if you sleep with a human we're dead, why am I still alive?" I wanted to know, ignoring the mingled feelings of dismay, sheer astonishment and stupidity at what he'd just told me. I'd deal with those later.
"Humans take about three days to die after we steal their souls, you don't die straight away, it takes a few days for your bodies to give up the fight. Humans are stubborn fighters." Leo answered.
"But your different, you were already half demon from the information I have, I know your father, one of the thirteen Demon Lords has a habit of having relationships with mortal woman he thinks himself in love with." Leo said sounding both amused and disgusted. "One doesn't sleep with humans except for food."
"Ooh, who's a snob?" I taunted.
He glared at me. "Do you want to hear this or not?"
I chuckled but gestured for him to carry on.
He sighed. "I did take your soul; you felt it, so yes your body will die. There aren't that many half demons in existence, but those that have existed, most carry on and live semi normal human lives. But a few have the desire, the intention to leave their mortality behind, subconsciously or knowing they want to. It is a duty of a demon to help you come all the way over and leave your mortality behind. Whether you know it or not you had the desire and for that to happen your soul has to die, you need to loose your mortality so your body must also die. You consented to it"
I immediately felt sick and cold but what he said had a ring of truth to it and I once again examined my soul poking at the empty place at the centre of me where my life force once was. Now the empty space swirled with our mingled dark energy, my inner demon was still revelling in it and I felt my normal, healthy human aura already starting to sicken, to die. Leo hugged me, dropping quick, casual kisses in my hair as he comforted me.
"Do not feel scared, your soul is gone but you were already half demon and you were already feeding as demons do. Your soul was already tarnished, even though the life forces we take are from tarnished humans they are still souls that we are stealing so you built up kind of a bad debt. Again something karma has a hand in; I was always going to be coming for you Chris." Leo suddenly commented, the gentle warmth of his tone and his words providing a strange comfort despite the stark horror of them and what they meant.
I felt the bone deep fear from what he said and what it all meant, I even felt the despair of a human whose just been told he's lost his soul and is going to die. I also realised to my horror something that disturbed me more then anything he'd already said, I realised I was in love with him. I knew I was more scared of that then dying alone.
I felt more then saw Leo's smile as he nuzzled my hair knowing he'd been following my thoughts. "Your hair smells good. Think I might stay with you for the next couple of days and maybe a while after that too" He continued affectionately, a subtle answering ring in his usual purring voice suggesting he was answering the questions I had not asked. I felt his smile widen to a grin and his arm tightened around me as he hugged me tighter against him.
So you see what I mean now? Remember my warnings be careful what you ask for, it really can come true, something like Leo could hear you and decide to answer you in person. I did eventually die and I did loose my soul but despite such dark events Leo was beside me and took on the role of teaching me how to adjust to my new life as a demon.
I have met my father and we get along quite well even this day. I saw my mother every now again, mostly at night when I could come into her dreams but my mother was a dear soul. She knew what I was and guessed what I had become, in her dreams when I spoke to her she was happy for me. She died a long time ago, Jared and my old gang of friends are all long dead. It has been a long journey but with Leo and my father's help I have worked my way up to be the fifteenth Lord of Hell, you may now call me Shax, the Demon Lord of Thievery, Trickery and Deceit.
Beware reader you might want to watch those little white lies of yours, if you call on me enough I might pay you a visit.