Hell Hath

She lay there wishing, silently wishing, that his lips did not feel so good. They kissed stomach and her body moved with his soft red lips. Though her mind was still in a bind her body could not resist him. She tried to fight it, but each touch he dealt pulled her further into ecstasy. Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled to keep pure thought. She knew that she, as a mortal, could not win against him. He held the key to her heart. He drew her in with his twisted manipulations, and she did not doubt him. How could pleasure, a thing which feels so good, possibly? It was not until later that she would find out she was only a pawn. A weapon in his war plan. An unwilling soldier in his army of lost souls. Christine was to have his child. She was to birth the Antichrist, whom would lead the world into darkness. She knew. But she could not escape him. How does one break free from Lucifer’s grip? She called apon God but he seemed not to answer. Christine thought that perhaps having the child was the plan of both Satan and God. Perhaps this war was meant to happen. It had to happen someday, and who is she to thwart the plans of God. She was just a girl. And after all, she did love him. She could never be the one to cause him harm or take from him his eternal happiness. He was tricky that way. He stole her heart. He made her his mistress. Lucas is what she called him when they first met. Lucas. It is Lucas’s body that lay tempts her now. Lucas’s strong red eyes and long black hair. Lucas’s soft, pale skin and perfect body. He was everything she could have ever wanted. His face, his body, his laugh, and the way he made her laugh. He was her dream. With each kiss he had ever given her there was a magic, a dark magic, that seemed to emit power and bliss. She could always feel hi power. It seemed strange to her at times. Almost inhuman. He was without insecurity or fear. He seemed immortal. Others seemed timid around him, but she did not fear him. She did not fear his power. She loved it. It made her feel powerful as well! Just being with him gave her strength beyond her own. He gave her this power. She was his mistress, after all. But why her? Why did he choose her? She was not special. She had nothing to offer. And why was he so kind to her? Never once was she forced to do his bidding and only by her own lust for him was she in her thought-she knew- that he must love her. The devil is capable of love right? He was once an angel, and “hell must be lonely” she though. She could feel him now. Christine could feel the tip of his manhood piercing her virgin flesh. Lucas looked into her eyes, reached out his masculine hand, and cradled her head. Christine was trapped. She loved him eternally. She was his. Her body relaxed and she gave in. She was the Satan’s mistress. The carrier of the Antichrist. She was his, and the entire underworld rejoiced. Hell hath a new queen. current bind. So why? Sometimes she