Hi everyone!

I'm Cody and this is one of my old stories, that i hope that I can bring back to life by re-writing it and changing some essentials!

This isn't really about the bible but it has strong links to it and I really hope you'll enjoy the content!

Some of the names in this story are the Japanese translation of certain words and in the beginning of every chapter I'll write the new translations if it's needed for the character building. :)

The main character in this story is called Kichiku, witch means Devil. I hope you'll enjoy reading about his life and when he learns what really matters in a time of war and pain. He is, as you might understand soon... THE Devil himself, who's like can be found in Biblical texts, under the name of Lucifer, the Morningstar. However, Kichiku is a bit different from this fallen angel... so keep your eyes open ;)

Another character in this chapter is Akumu, witch means nightmare.

You will also read the name Shou, a short for Shoushiin witch technically means Broken heart.

Warning: This story contains blood, violence, sex between men/women, woman/woman and man/man. If you do not like things like that, do not read or review. I do not want to hear it, sorry ;)

Enjoy!

One

As he opened his eyes, there was nothing but darkness before him and he sighed as cold air touched his warm cheeks. The deep scarlet curtains covered his sight, as always in this particular room. He was tired of them, he though as he sat up, rubbing his temple while an incredible headache threatened to take him over.

Slowly he pulled the curtains away, eying the room with his crimson-black eyes, seeing those dark stone walls with sinking heart, then the table with alcohol that was his only salvation. He got up, his naked feet leaving empty sounds against the cold marble floors, pulling the curtains away from the big four-posted bed.

He only looked back for a second and snort silently as he looked down at the silky red sheets, then turned away again and carefully took a glass from the black marble table. The whiskey run fast down his throat, burning from the inside like white fire. He smirked as he felt the headache slowly disappearing, being replaced by total relaxation. If it wasn't for this, he might as well crawl into a bundle an die in a corner somewhere, it was only the alcohol that kept him up, no matter what he had to go through.

Gentle sounds of awakening reached his sharp ears, coming from the bed and he turned to find the sleeping woman on her back, the silky fabric had slithered down her body, now showing her abdomen and those perfectly shaped round figures.

A deeper smirk tugged its way onto his lips as he saw the fabric slide even further down when the woman stretched her slender body as a kitten. She was a piece of art indeed, however, his eyes weren't the ones needing satisfaction and as the alcohol poisoned his mind, so did his disgust towards her kind. Her body was well toned and beautifully shaped now, but none of it was real and he knew that. He had seen it all night, as she moaned and moved atop him, that every time she felt the least bit of pain all her beauty was gone as fast as the wind can whistle. But that's the truth to all dark creatures of course. Her beautiful looks were nothing more than illusions she created to get what she wanted, to blend in... If her body where to break, even the slightest, so would the mask of beauty she was wearing.

The woman had opened her eyes now, eying him with her long lashed blue orbs, smirking a bit as she remembered the previous night. He hadn't chosen her, she had come to him, yet he had done it just the same, without caring more than if he was looking upon the weather. He usually didn't accept flattery from someone like her, but last night, he couldn't have cared less.

"Good morning gorgeous" she whispered and pulled the fabric up over her jewels almost as if to tease his eyes, not giving him the pleasure of seeing her any more. Now that would have worked on most, because as said, she was a true beauty... at the moment. He smirked, didn't even answer such a meaningless greeting. What was it with this morning that was "good"...? Nothing that he could see any way.

She sighed as she sat up, her long brown hair cascading down her back, the morning redness of her cheeks making her look like a doll in her master's bed. He smirked ones again as he drank what was left in his glass. She was his doll and he hated her, detested her, wanted her broken and smashed at his feet. She didn't know that, because she was just as pathetically idiotic as everyone else of her kind.

"I have to thank you for yesterday" the woman said and even though he wasn't looking at her any more he could hear the obvious smirk in her voice. "That was... the best experience of my life... Master, Kichiku..." The last was added with half shaky voice, showing that she wasn't quite sure she was allowed to use his real name like that.

He snort once more, re-filling his glass to the edge, then turning to face her again, his features gorgeous, stunning like the fallen angel he was. He saw her blush before she could react on it her self and he raised his eyebrow elegantly. Why couldn't they look at him directly..? Why was it always so hard for them to show him the respect they ought to have? Or was it respectful to turn ones eyes away from the person who decided your fate? Was that the true meaning of respect? That he would go around this world without anyone having the fucking balls to even look up at him?

"Hm" he half laughed and swallowed the burning liquid, still eying her with his dark eyes. "Well I still didn't go all out"

"You didn't?" she half gasped, looking almost chocked as she blushed even more but he couldn't read if she was disappointed or relieved, since he had been so hard towards her body that she fainted three times.

"No" he answered shortly and turned from her again, filling his glass for the third time. "If I would have, you would have died with pleasure... and then I mean literally died." Or maybe just died with pain and loss of blood... he added in his mind without showing it.

She shivered and lowered her head and he saw it, felt it in the air around her. She reeked with perfume and he was almost amazed he hadn't felt that awful smell the night before. He most have been real out of it. He wasn't at all surprised at the fact that she had tried to cover her smell up with it though, he would have too if he had been like her; a demon with no dignity, smelling of envy and sinful lust. Now, she was even more disgusting to him, lying there in those sheets, greasing them with her filthy body and stinking soul.

"Why are you still in my bed?" he asked with a clear threat in his voice, the glimmer in his eyes nor replaced with the disgust he felt deep inside. She looked up again, her eyes now filled with fright as she heard the malice in his voice and saw those burning eyes. She was scared of him like everyone else and now even she had realized, that just because you get the chance to spend the night, doesn't mean you had the privilege to say what ever you wanted to say, or stay for as long as you felt like. "Leave"

She immediately stood up, her slimmed body pale in the dim light from the crystal lamp hanging from the sealing. He didn't look at her again, she made him want to vomit, instead he put on a long silk like robe made of a black flowing fabric. Why should he look at her now? Her disgusting, green-glimmering skin should be showing by now and her eyes would not be as blue and innocent as a moment ago. She was showing the filth she was made of, and he would gladly have killed her himself, if he hadn't been who he was. He could feel how her eyes watched his every movement, like she was afraid he would suddenly snap and kill her. Oh if she only knew where his mind was at. He smirked at the thought. What a lovely way of thinking.

"Thank you, master" She whispered and bowed as she stood dressed by the door, her body now shaking with fear. She was, after all, a demon and she could feel his mood swings as well as a bird can read the weather. He knew this well and that was one of the reasons why he kept up with it, scaring her to mere insanity.

"Be sure not to bother me again" he whispered and felt her shills through the air. This was pleasure to him, feeling the fear and pain of others as he tortured them, mentally. That was the only thing he ever felt like doing, the only thing that didn't worsen the headache... because he was the Devil after all.

"Yes, my Lord..."

She left in a hurry and he felt the relief in her steps as she sighed, happy to be alive. He smirked, drinking what was left of his whiskey. She wouldn't be for a long time, she'd better enjoy her last minutes.

"You called for me, my Lord" a voice sounded behind him and he turned, facing his servant and advisor, Cain. The man looked tired, but still at the alert, always listening for the slightest voices, telling him to be at his master's side. His dark hair was tied up, as always, in a soft phony tail, his cold, grey eyes peering back at Kichiku without fear. Oh and how wonderful it was, to see someone straight in the eye without being met by fear.

"Yes" he answered and the smirk on his lips grew to a smile beyond all evil. "Take her to the chambers"

"Yes my Lord, anything else?" came the soft answer, the grey eyes not even twitching at the harsh treatment of the woman.

"Yes... burn these sheets will you?"

"Yes, my Lord" the man bowed, not questioning, not asking. He had done this before, to all the women his master had ever invited to spend the night. He was used to it, and he knew he had nothing to say about the matter.

The man left him in silence and Kichiku sighed. Finally alone. The air in this room was suffocating him with the thick scent of perfume she had left, and he had to leave soon, not to faint from it. He could hear the woman scream somewhere nearby as he opened the door and a shill of excitement run down his spine. Her screams were like sweet music to his ears. Much more satisfying then her slick thighs around his waist or her moans of pleasure that could have broken his ear drums.

He left the room as a smirk spread once again over his gorgeous features. He was still warning nothing but the see-through robe and his dark black-red hair lose in the little wind coming from some mysterious place. There always seemed to be wind down here...

His naked feet sounded with an empty echo as they touched the hard stone floor with every step and he smirked as his scared servants all bowed as he passed them. When he finally reached his own room the door opened before him like it too was scared to be demolished. The dark room was lit by dim candles along the walls and the big round, black, marble bed in the middle looked strangely comfortable as his tired body wanted and needed nothing but rest and sleep.

Slowly he walked over to it, feeling his head numbing with pain. He had never been able to sleep in any other bed than his own and he had never let any one else share it. This was his domain. Which no whore would ever be let into. That might be the reason why he could be so relaxed in it. The silky black robe slithered of him like water and his tired body sank down on the soft madras, his naked skin slowly sinking down under the black sheets and his eyes closing softly. Finally...

...

The burning liquor warmed his mind and his body became more and more awake as he felt it run down his throat. His sleep had been as deep as ever but as soon as he awoke, his head had been pounding and his thoughts had no idea where to go in his over worked mind.

Slowly he sank down by his desk, stroking a black, leather bound book with his long, slimmed fingers. There were so many thoughts in his mind that he had no idea what to think any more. When his father Akumu, the previous Devil, had told him about how life was as the Devil, he had never mentioned the unstoppable headaches and nausea. He had never mentioned the constant pain and the depression. Kichiku had always thought that the life of the Devil himself would be glorious and glamorous, but he had been badly mistaken. He could do nothing any more, he was constantly supervised and constantly needed at meetings, he had no life and all he wanted… all he ever wanted… was the thing he could never get…

He sighed and for some reason let his mind wonder again... even though he really shouldn't. Wander to the day his father had first told him…

It had been his birthday and he had gotten all he could have ever wished for, already spoiled back then. He remembered the cake to have been really big and the sunlight so bright that he couldn't look into the sky… yes it had to have been in the human world… there was no way the light could break through the thick layer of dirt and stone that separated the demon world from the humans above. His memories were dimmed though, like someone had been trying to change them or erase them... making him forget. It wouldn't surprise him if that was the case either.

He distinctly remembered his best friend, Shou, being there even though it had to be impossible since his father and Shou's had been fighting for centuries. But somehow he had been at the party any way and they had been drinking lemonade in the sunlight as Shou told him about the place he lived. A beautiful place it was, as Kichiku remembered it…

At some point his father had started talking to him though, about what would happen in a couple of years when Kichiku got older and the world would be his… He, being just a young boy at the time, had thought it was exciting and so cool he was the one who would take over… But those feelings disappeared as soon as he realized what consequences it would bring to his life…

The day he had been told he could never see Shou again, his heart had stopped and his smile had disappeared. Since then, he had been just as dead inside as that day, even anger was hard to conjure and the only smiles he let out where smirks of malice... but perhaps that was the point of it all. When he had been told that he couldn't see his best friend any more, ever... He had realized that he had no freedom any more, no freedom to see who ever he wanted, no right to leave this rotten place where sunlight never fell... And now, fifty years later he still looked like twenty and his mind was corrupt with all these thoughts of misery and all this... darkness. He had no way out. In a way, he was just as pathetic as everyone else.

"Young master, you called for me?" the familiar voice called as Cain entered his room with his usual swiftness. Kichiku looked up and nodded as he let his robe fall to the ground, revealing his pale, naked skin that stretched over his slimmed body, a sight that would leave any man or woman dripping with excitement.

"I'm going upstairs" he answered and immediately felt the change in the older one's mind. Cain didn't like his master leaving like this, especially at times like these when the world was at the bridge of war. Even though the older man hid it well, to a trained mind like Kichiku's, it was fairly obvious even without words or change of facial expressions. "And there is nothing you can do to change my mind... Cain"

"I know that, my Lord, but the meeting with the Elders…"

"They can wait" Kichiku smirked, dismissively and his clothes brushed lightly against his skin as he pulled them on with gracious movements. He knew Cain was watching his every move, not only here but if he was to go somewhere, he would be watched from a distance, ether by Cain or someone from the Elders. If he had to pick one, he would choose the man standing before him. The Elders would surely punish him for everything he did.

"But... Kichiku..."

He looked up and met the eyes of his servant, this man that had been here long before him, before his Father. He didn't know his place, calling him by his name rudely like that, but there was no fright in those grey eyes, only concern... And Kichiku respected the man to much to even pretend to get mad this time. He was sick of all this formality, and since his father had told him Cain was the only one to be trusted, Kichiku had never minded really, always pretended. Still he gave the man a gaze that told him about his dead and Cain immediately lowered his beautiful head.

"My apologies master..."

Kichiku didn't say anything else, there was no need for stupid words at this point and both him and the older one knew that. In stead he pulled on his black coat, let his hair fall freely and went for the door, brushing Cain's cheek gently with his fingertips before passing him. The movement and light touch making the other man gasp involuntarily.

"He hasn't forgotten you Cain..." he whispered as his fingers left the soft surface and the man shivered too. If it was because of the fact that he had been touched gently by the Devil himself, or that Kichiku had mentioned his own, late father, he was not sure. But it was obvious Cain had not been prepared for that those words and Kichiku once again felt a smirk on his lips. He had been smirking a lot recently, which seemed very unnecessary. He should stop.

...

Los Angeles. 2:30 PM.

The streets were dark and wet from the rain were he walked. The sunlight that he wanted so desperately never showed as he was out... He hadn't seen it in years now. He had even started to believe that they where hiding them from him, the Elders. Trying to make him detest this world, as well as his own. The rainclouds were thick over his head, putting pressure on his temples, pushing his mind down. He hated weather like this. Never the less, he walked down the dimly lit pavement, his hands in his pockets and his dark eyes watching every human with slight interest. They were so different, yet so foolishly alike and he pitied them, detested them too. They were lowlifes, not worthy of his pity, but… he could do nothing but keep pitying…

And these where supposed to be great beings? With the power to shape their own fait and lives..? Look what they do to themselves... They behave just like us.

There were lights drawing him in, pulling him closer too a bar that had been calling for his attention. It was with a smirk that he entered, without minding the creature following his every move. They would not follow him in here, too many people, too much smelly people.

He entered through the thick door and went through the narrow passage, which lead him too a room lit with blue light, making his pale skin glow with a ghostly white color. It was packet full with men from approximately twenty to sixty years of age. He shook his head as his eyes caught a glimpse of the boys up on stage, the boys performing for these men… They were nothing but teenagers, kids even, and still they were already up over their noses in this mess. They had to dance, strip and give these men what ever they wanted and they had nothing to say about it. He pitied them too, so much he was disgusted by them. He had realized he was disgusted by a lot these days, and maybe, what he really felt was panic by the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. These poor, sorry assed boys...

"Mister" a boy in his late teens whispered in his ear as he passed him. "What can I do for you?"

Kichiku sank down in one of the armchairs the furthest away from the stage and the boy sat on his lap, even though he hadn't said a word yet. It was as if the boy had done this so many times, he wouldn't take a No for an answer. Not that he had gotten a no from Kichiku, yet.

"I know what to do to make you satisfied" he whispered and met Kichiku's eyes but stopped as he saw the death glare he was given.

"I highly doubt that" he answered but did nothing to push the boy away. The young one even blushed and Kichiku's sharp eyes could see it. He smirked and gently touched the young ones cheek with his cold fingertips. "But you can always try… boy"

The young one seemed to think for a moment, his eyes searching for the least bit of excitement in those cold eyes and after some seconds he had made his mind up. Slowly he stood up and bit his lip, pulling at Kichiku's swatter, wanting him to follow. The Devil did so without complaining, watching the boy as they walked passed the others that were earning tips from old men. The young one looked nervous and Kichiku could feel it in the air as they walked, the atmosphere in there however made his mind numb and he enjoyed every second he could be without the voices and the thoughts in his head.

They entered a round room where a big couch was placed in the middle. Kichiku looked around, his sharp nose caching the smell of every man that had ever come in here, every person who had ever spilled fluids in here, all of it making his lips twitch as the disgust filled him. No matter what this boy did, it wouldn't satisfy him, especially not in this room.

"Mister" the young one said and let his thin clothes fall to the ground. "My body is your playground..."

Kichiku laughed inside as he heard those words. He hadn't been a kid for many years, and that statement just got even more laughable as he saw the thin metallic chain that connected the boy's nipples. A playground to him was just a box with sand and cat poop in it, this body would be so much more fun... The smirk tugged its way into his face once again and slowly he walked closer, his fingers smoothly caressing the young one's body.

"You want me to play with your body, boy..?" he asked and the boy nodded even though he could feel the trembling through the air. The boy was scared, because he had seen malice straight into the eyes, just seconds ago. Still, he wouldn't back down. "You want me to satisfy my needs… with your body..?"

"Yes..."

The answer was everything but certain and Kichiku smirked even wider as his fingers searched for the most sensitive spots on the boy's body. The abdomen, the hips and lower, the neck and the collarbones... The trembling got more and more clear the closer kichiku got too him and soon the boy was leaning into the touch of this unknown man… Shamelessly.

"You want me to do what ever I want with you then, boy?" he asked and the boy shivered by the strength of his whispering words. There was so much power behind ever word the Devil spoke and soon goosebumps were spreading over the young ones entire body.

"Mm" the boy answered, to aroused and nervous to evens peek any more. His voice wouldn't bare his words any more than his hands would stop shaking and his mind wouldn't build sentences. He was doomed to become the toy of someone he had never met, destined to become the toy of a murderer… And he was probably more turned on than he had been his entire life. Ironic, isn't it?

well what did you think? :)

please review if you found this interesting and if I should keep puting it up! :D

next: what will happen whith the boy left in the "masters" care..? and then, when a innocent boy suddenly catches Kichikus atention..? and why does the elders punish the Devil himself when he didn't do any thing wrong..? Find out if you keep reading :P