Existence: A Dark Paranormal Fantasy (The Devilgod Series Book 1)

by S. C. Lewis

  The gown laid open over one thigh, revealing her panties beneath. I grabbed at my growing strain, and took a seat on the mattress beside her. Slowly, I reached to touch her leg, running a hand up her panty line and slipping my fingers through her panties.

  Sophia stirred slightly. I moved my hand away, but she didn’t wake. I reached over again, my heart beating wildly in my chest, pounding so hard. I thought it would explode. I was afraid she would hear it. Again, I slipped my fingers into her, I felt her wet and warmth against the tip of my fingers. I wanted to drive them in deeper but instead stroked her pussy gently. She began to breathe heavily. Ah, you like that, my love. I gasped, aroused myself. I continued to stroke her gently before pulling away.

  Carefully, I climbed on the bed over her, so that she lay beneath me. I towered over her, the lump in my groin growing and dying to breathe freely. I had made my mind up. I wouldn’t be denied.

  I pushed away all other doubts and the voices in my head that had previously haunted me.

  I quickly put my hand over her eyes immediately she lurched up, but I forced her back down on the mattress, and pressed my lips against the back of her neck.

  “Don’t be afraid,” I whispered, disguising my voice.

  She was shaking beneath me, almost in tears, and her confusion seemed to have been replaced by fear.

  “Who are you? What are you doing? Let me go!” she pleaded.

  I took a breath, remained calm, and pressed against her, and whispered again into her ear.

  “Just lay still. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

  She began to cry. I tried to silence her with gentle words, but she seemed to be aware of what was going to happen next.

  “Please, don’t do this!” she begged.

  “Just be still. No one can hear you, so there’s no point in fighting.”

  My hand slipped down her thigh, she trembled feeling my fingers against the warmth of her skin, then suddenly ripped her panties off. At once, she screamed, and I put a hand on her mouth.

  “Just let it happen,” I eagerly encouraged.

  Sophia screamed and tried to fight me. She struggled in my arms. I didn’t want her to see my face. I turned her face away from me, pressing her face deeply into the mattress. She was still screaming and crying, but now her cries were muffled.

  “Sshhhhhhhhh!” I ground my teeth.

  I reached down and unzipped my pants, pushing up against her, she screamed again, feeling the warmth of my dick on her backside. She fought me. Reluctantly, she fought me with every ounce of her being. My darling, I wanted to beg her. Wake up! I wanted to scream. You love me; we love each other; wake up!

  I grabbed her arms and tied them against her back with a pillowcase, hitting her head on the backboard of the bed to silence her. Not realizing what I had done until she was still and silent. She had passed out.

  I leaned forward, lifting her gown and spreading her legs apart. I pushed my fingers gently into her sex. The very feel of her juicy pussy was making me ejaculate. I curled up, exhaled brutally. My head was spinning as I pushed hard into her backside grabbing tightly at her bare ass, laughingly delightfully as I felt dizzy with excitement! My dick felt hard and hot pushing into her, the strokes were dry at first, forced going in, until the rapid sounds of my love making was all I could hear. Stroke after stroke, every inch of her I vowed to feel; hot and warm I pushed, biting down as each heated stroke made me want to release!

  A sound from across the room, slowed my raps and I wrinkled my eyes over. The curtains fluttered and moved even. A form materialized from out of the darkness, darted forward spawning before me it knocked me off the side of the bed. I dropped with my dick in my hand and staggered to my feet to pull up my pants.

  I looked about, but didn’t see anyone as I stood in the bedroom holding up my pants. My cock was hanging out of my zipper. I raced to the curtains and pulled them apart, but there was no one there. I stepped away from the windows, glancing down at the mattress where Sophia lay sprawled. Dumbfounded for a moment as I came and reached for her. I wanted another taste; but so quickly a hand grabbed me and tossed me against the wall. I faced the attacker. It was the same eerie face from those dreams. It mocked me, as I released a snarl.

  “You!”

  I stumbled back against the wall trembling. The nightmare was coming to life.

  “You stay away from her, you hear? Don’t touch her!” I yelled, watching as it lingered near her bed.

  The figure was dressed in a long cloak, with long, white hair that cascaded down his brawny shoulders. An eerie smile spread from cheek to cheek across his face. It glanced over at Sophia’s figure upon the bed. It’s face saddened as it reached a pale hand towards her. Immediately, I rushed forward at him. But with a lift of his hand, the mere gesture sent me back so hard I lost my balance and collapsed to the floor, weakened. Something strange was pushing hard upon me; I had no strength to rise or escape.

  It neared her. What did it want with my beauty? I ground my teeth, fighting to rise and pull myself from of the ground.

  The thing caressed gently at her face, as she lay unconscious. Spellbound, he touched her hair, and took in the sweetly cloying rose-petal scent of her. His fingers swept her soft skin, wiping the tears from her face. Her beauty glowed like white-hot coals, as it always had every time I saw her.

  He wanted to kiss her, but didn’t as he lay her down on the bed and draped the blanket to cover her.

  I came from behind, stretching out a long wooden cane. The figure turned, and I at once drove it into him. The stranger screamed in agony; grabbing me angrily. I shoved him against the curtain and the window and drove the cane deeper into him. Pushing against him, I shoved him hard against the window using the other end of the cane. With all my strength, I rammed him against the glass. The window shattered with his weight, and he collapsed through it, disappearing over the ledge almost immediately.

  I hesitated, but slowly walked over to the shattered window. The curtains were whipping in the strong currents of the wind. I glanced below, but saw nothing. Only a dark sidewalk and patrons looking back up at me from the streets. I ignored them and came closer to the edge of the window, searching the awning below fervently for any signs of a body, but there was nothing. He surely must have died, were my thoughts.

  What had happened to the stranger? I looked across the side of the building, but found nothing. Stumbling away from the window, I ached both physically and sexually. I was unable to comprehend what had taken place, and was more afraid than puzzled.

  At once, the door of the bedroom flew open and I quickly turned to zip my pants up as Ramiel and Nathan walked in. Alongside them, the vampire group also rushed in. I paid them no attention; still dazed, I had to get my story straight. I needed to explain my reasons for being here and for the shattered window. Nathan rushed to the bedside giving me a brief glance, but he was more concerned for Sophia. He dropped on the side of the bed trying to wake her, only looking back at me in search of an answer to what had occurred. However, I could give him nothing in that moment.

  It was only seconds until Sophia regained consciousness; she sat up confused before a glimmer of realization merged in her eyes. At once, she embraced Nathan and began to spill her horrifying story in detail. The others crowded around the bed to listen. I stayed near catching certain details of the attack that had begun at my hands. I felt foolish and pained as I examined the hurt, I had caused her.

  “Someone was in my room. Someone attacked me! I couldn’t see his face. He covered my eyes!” She shook with piteous sobbing as she spoke, and Nathan tightly held her.

  “He was going to rape me, Nathan, I didn’t know what to do. All I remember is waking up with someone’s hand over my eyes. He was on top of me, whispering, lying, saying no one would hear me!”

  Santiago slammed his fist down on the bed frame angrily, the others seemed just as angry as he. I often wondered about his fascination with my mother, and I hated and despised him for having longings for h
er. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of her, including me.

  The others were furious, looking at one another for answers. Children of nothing.

  “I don’t remember what happened after that. I passed out,” she continued, sobbing once more.

  Ramiel stepped over to me. He seemed keen to what had taken place. He was always aware no matter what, but it no longer surprised me. He was different in so many ways. Nathan glanced over at me just the same. I felt he was suspicious of me in some way. I listened to Sophia’s story, remembering every single detail, but mostly what it felt to be inside her. I still tasted her sweetly bitter pyrrhic pelvic cunt. It was a victory.

  “What transpired, Seth?” Nathan asked with that saddened pathetic expression of his fixed straight on me.

  I glanced over at the old man. I hated everything about him down to his good looks, and those lovely blue eyes. He had nothing I wanted, except her.

  “Did you see him? Did you see anything, son?” Nathan asked, holding back the tears. Sophia stood alongside him; I was immediately jealous.

  The old man was enraged, having failed to protect Sophia. He blamed himself for the horrifying ordeal she had gone through.

  I came to stand in front of the old man. Wiping the fingers I had harshly driven deeply into Sophia’s pussy, I could still smell her lightly musky scent, and it was driving me mad with desire unable to keep my growing arousal hidden much longer.

  “I did. I found the bastard on top of her, when I came to see if she needed anything. He tried to fight me, but I grabbed a prop cane, sitting in the corner and drove it into him! I killed him!”

  A smile from both Santiago and Valentino flashed proudly and I realized it was their prop cane that I had used against that stranger.

  “We struggled briefly; that’s when I pushed him against the window and he fell through,” I continued.

  Ramiel moved over to the window sneaking a look, the others did the same, glancing down below over the ledge. But just like I, they could not find the body. It was quite a drop from the second floor. Their faces questioned, If Seth said he threw him out the window, where was the body? I wondered that myself. It was starting to dawn on me this was no ordinary intruder, but something Ramiel had warned me about should I push Sophia to me far too quickly.

  “Seth, are you sure you threw him out the window?” Ramiel questioned, turning to meet my eyes. I furrowed a brow. How could he even ask such a question, standing in front of a window that looked like a bus had driven through it?

  “How can you ask me that…after seeing that?” I pointed toward the window, but it was a good question. The missing body undoubtedly would arise questions if someone had been shoved through it.

  “Shouldn’t there be a body?”

  The others wanted to ask the same question, I could see it in their eyes, fortunately for them it was Ramiel who did, for they didn’t dare. Instead, they glanced back at Ramiel hoping he would get to the bottom of it. Sophia immediately came over and hugged me; it caught me off guard. I would have thought she had fallen from the fantasy of this world and was ready to receive me as her lover, but it was merely wishful thinking.

  “Thank you, darling, for being there when I needed you,” she whispered into my ear, nearly weakening me. It took all my strength to keep myself from falling over. She pulled away back into Nathan’s arms. I bit hard down at my lower lip, with agonizing jealousy.

  “Technically, yes,” I said regarding Ramiel’s question. “That’s the same thought I had, when I first glanced down, and didn’t see one.”

  “What? Could he have survived?” Nathan asked concerned.

  “I seriously doubt that, Nate,” Ramiel answered, chuckling slightly. However, it was a perfectly good question, I knew Ramiel would answer. He knew just as I knew something wasn’t right here. He shot me a glance the others missed.

  “I am sorry, Sophia. I know, I’m supposed to protect you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to do so.” His gray eyes sadly glance over at her.

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Ramiel. It wasn’t your fault. Besides, Seth saved me.” She reached for my hand. It sent a chilling sensation up my arm. It was happening more often. And it was hard to contain.

  A difficult smile appeared on my face, and I felt horrible almost immediately. The group of misfits rewarded me with appraisals of a job well done. And even tentatively I accepted an embrace from Nathan.

  “You did well, Son,” Nathan said, patting my shoulder in a fatherly manner.

  The others left the room, leaving Sophia and Nathan with Ramiel and I. As soon as they were gone, and when Nathan and Sophia were preoccupied, Ramiel pulled me to one side, pushing me along to walk towards the doorway. I reluctantly followed, curious as to what had occurred. I had a feeling he was going to say something in regard to that. I was growing restless when I glanced back and caught Sophia kissing Nathan. I wasn’t even listening when Ramiel started talking. He slapped the side of my arm, I flinched far more irritated with the distraction.

  Slightly dazed, I glanced over at him furrowing a brow. I gave him a snarl.

  “What exactly occurred here?” Ramiel asked. He was no fool, and I knew that. He was waiting for the truth from me.

  “Exactly what I said,” I tried to say, unable to say further fearing I would be heard. I shot him a grimace. “Do you doubt me?” I pushed, toying with him. I knew it was a foolish thing to do. Since he could easily know what had happened. In fact, I didn’t doubt he already did.

  “You know I already know. Why do you find it necessary to deny it or hide it from me? What did you do? ” Ramiel asked, as I slowly met his eyes. Guilt was very notable in my eyes; I couldn’t hide the truth of the horrible things I had done.

  He pulled me closer and away far from the entrance.

  “You attacked her,” he whispered. “I warned you,” he continued while pulling me away into the hallway a distance from the doorway.

  I glanced back into the room.

  “It’s getting hard, Ramiel. I can’t fight what I feel. I can’t…I want to be with her,” I whispered, nearing.

  He cupped my cheek immediately as I stood facing him, desperately looking for sympathy from him.

  “Give it time, Seth,” he offered. “You can’t rush things, not destiny.”

  I groaned, angry at his words.

  “I can see your pain; I completely understand it, but this is a dangerous game. We don’t want to fail.”

  “Understand? Fail?” I growled.

  “One can’t rush destiny, my boy. It will be. I foresee it.”

  “Fuck destiny,” I boldly snapped, trying to keep my voice down. “How can you say that after what happened, Ramiel? It’s here. The one thing you warned me about. That was no ordinary person who attacked her. It was him!”

  Ramiel put a hand on my shoulder, pulling me closer to keep me from attracting the attention of Sophia and Nathan.

  “That’s what I wanted to speak to you about, Seth. Tell me. We must talk about this.” Ramiel’s eyes were glowing brightly.

  I had known Ramiel for a long time now. As the story went, Ramiel had brought my Sophia and Nathan together before I came to this world. He had, in a sense, prepared this world for me. He had been the original owner of the Cathedral, and my guide to all the dreams and fantasies that followed thereafter, drawing me closer to my destiny, as he claimed.

  Ramiel knew about my obsession. He knew who I really was. He was aware of my feelings long before even I was. As a matter of a fact, Ramiel had encouraged them. He understood my emotions and my heightened reactions to Sophia. Of course, at first, I had doubted his motives, afraid he would reveal my growing desires to Sophia or Nathan, but soon after I became his devoted disciple. Crazy as my desires may have been, I trusted Ramiel to make it a reality.

  “You want her, only because you know she belongs with you.” Ramiel had told me once. “You love her, because she’s your love. Your feelings are not wrong and have always been the one thing to guide you
,” Ramiel said. “She’s not your mother. And you are not her son. This is the illusion, the cruel illusion to set you apart. The illusion that was placed by a force to keep you from the woman you love. You were lovers before in another time.”

  He revealed far more about my reincarnation, of a life previous to this one. I was at awe with the discovery. Things began to make sense, my feelings, my longings. I was not this fiend, this pervert. An illusion, Ramiel had revealed. A wicked ugly illusion set by forces that wanted to control me and keep me away from my love.

  Had Ramiel spoon-fed the same inappropriate lie that Nathan would accept? Wasn’t that what Sophia believed? Yet what had Ramiel referred to Nathan as being? A vessel, a tool of divine power—whose divine power?

  Was he referring to me?

  But I hadn’t come to understand fully who I was, Ramiel revealed with time I would know the extent of my being. The dreams made sense, rather than the life I now was living. Until then, Ramiel was my only guide. The way that I saw the fantasy and the reality were completely distorted.

  “We must talk about him seriously,” Ramiel whispered, but my attention seemed to be elsewhere,

  as I watched Sophia taking a few items from her dresser, as Nathan helped her pack a small suitcase.

  I moved into the room leaving Ramiel outside in the hall looking after me.

  “What’s going on?” I foolishly asked; this would surely ruin my peep shows.

  “I’m moving your mother to the bedroom downstairs. She can’t stay in this place. It’s not safe for her up here. Eric and the vamps downstairs can keep an eye on things.”

  I would have argued with the old man, bashed his face in if allowed. I was here, there was no need for such a thing. I could protect her. Hadn’t I?

  “But I’m here, Fath—father.” I bit at my lip, forcing the word father from my mouth. Ramiel shot me a glance.

  “I know, sweetheart, but I don’t want to be here. Understand that. I just don’t feel safe, not now at least,” Sophia said.