The Third Throne: Angel of Darkness

by Tabitha Barret

  “I understand. Thank you for wanting to protect me,” she kissed his forehead and heard him gasp. She liked surprising him with kindness. She knew it had been a long time since anyone had been nice to him.

  His gaze changed from adoring to hungry as he turned and pulled her toward the throne. She cringed when she got a better view of it.

  “I’m not going to watch you sit in that thing, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she pulled back on his arm and grimaced.

  “No. I will have it removed. I want to show you something else,” he released one of her hands and guided her through the hall to an ornate door to the left of the gruesome throne.

  “I suggest you burn it,” she gagged as they walked past.

  Lucifer chuckled and blocked her view of the throne, while using it as an excuse to brush up against her.

  They entered through the door and stepped on the landing. To their right was a short curved staircase, which led to another door. The staircase to their left curved down and out of their view.

  Anjali realized that the staircase led to the actual tower. The Hall of Mirrors was really a large enclosed walkway.

  “The servant’s chambers are lower in the tower and can be reached from that staircase. Aganon, Dorian, and Vincent shall reside there,” Lucifer pointed to the steps leading down.

  They climbed up the stairs to the right and stopped at the door. He pushed it open and a fireplace sprang to life. Wall sconces flickered and lit the room. They entered a large circular room, the spire of the tower. From the looks of it, it was a bedroom. Well, it mostly had a very large bed.

  Anjali was grateful that this one wasn’t made from bones; instead, it was made from black wrought iron that turned up into a canopy. Black sheer curtains hung down to the floor, drawn back to show the large bed. There were thick metal loops all around the bed frame. She immediately knew that Serena was into bondage. She so didn’t want to know about that.

  “This will be our room until the renovations are done. You may do with it as you please,” Lucifer pulled her against his body and stared down at her.

  “Thank you,” she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him quickly on the lips.

  He growled and grabbed her tightly, lifting her off the floor. He walked them over to the bed and sat down with her in his lap, straddling him. He leaned back and took in the sight of her sitting on him. When the darkness mired him in anger and fury, he wanted to remember how she looked at him with a mix of innocence and lust. He needed something to cling to when he was no longer able to see past his own hatred.

  Anjali looked down at Lucifer, who was mentally undressing her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and ground her backside into his lap and his growing erection.

  Lucifer closed his eyes and relished her boldness, but he stopped himself when he remembered her running from his bed.

  “There is something I must know. Why did you leave me after we had sex? You looked upset and I don’t know why. Is it because I took your virginity?” he asked. The question had burned in his mind since she had left his room. He no longer believed she was using him, but still couldn’t understand her animosity.

  “I panicked. I’d never been with anyone before. I wasn’t sure if I was…if I had…if it was good for you. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do when we were done. You kept calling me your mistress. I didn’t know if you expected me to leave. Mistresses don’t snuggle and neither do servants. Honestly, I was a little shocked when I saw the blood. It made it real. When you made love to me, I was happy, but after that, I was afraid that you might have used me. You were looking at me with a strange expression,” Anjali averted her eyes, embarrassed by her insecurities.

  Lucifer immediately took her into his arms and held her close. He brushed his lips against her earlobe. “You silly girl, I was more than satisfied by you. You have no reason to question your abilities in bed. You are amazing to me. You are beautiful, compassionate, forgiving, and passionate. I wouldn’t give you up for the world. Honestly, I’m the one who was uncertain of what to do. While I’ve had other women before, I never concerned myself with pleasing them, only myself,” Lucifer replied sheepishly.

  “That explains our first encounter,” she looked around, flustered.

  Lucifer grimaced. “I’m sorry about our first time. I was overwhelmed and I know I wasn’t gentle. I looked at you strangely after we made love was because I realized that I had stopped thinking of you as my mistress. In my mind, I had called you Anjali. I realized that I stopped thinking of you as my mistress when you started helping me punish the prisoners in the Realm of Nightmares. You became my equal in that moment. It just took me a little longer to realize it,” Lucifer took in the scent of her and growled low in his throat.

  “I’m glad you consider me your equal,” she leaned in and kissed his nose.

  “What would you have done if I hadn’t run from you that first time your room?” Lucifer’s eyes were busy roaming her body as he played with her long silky hair.

  “Oh, I had a few ideas. I had plenty of time to think about it while I was in the realms,” she hated bring it up, but she needed to discuss it with him.

  Lucifer paused and looked into her eyes. “I swear I had no knowledge of Hades’ deceit. I am going to have stern words and fists with the Fallen. They need to be reminded of whom they must listen to and fear,” Lucifer’s intensity was growing again, so she kissed him. She was satisfied that he was outraged by her treatment.

  Anjali looked at the bed that clearly doubled for a torture device and lost some of her nerve. “You’re not into kinky stuff, right? I don’t think I could handle bondage or riding crops,” she tentatively leaned back, debating if she should move away from him.

  “I have enough torture during the day. It does not sate my sexual lust, only my blood lust. You satisfy me in ways that I am still trying to comprehend. I am not interested in tying you up, unless you are willing. I don’t want you to be afraid of me when we are making love. Making love,” he chuckled at the thought. He accepted that he wanted to make love to her, not fuck her like the others.

  She sighed in relief. “Maybe we can be inventive, someday, but I want to get used to being with you first.”

  “Promise me that you will stay with me. You are not my prisoner, but I don’t want you to leave me,” Lucifer put his forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes.

  Anjali was stunned. Lucifer was willing to let her go, if that was what she wanted, even though he swore he wouldn’t give her up. He was giving her a choice. She thought about what had made her join him. It was the loneliness and desperation in his voice that had called to her. Even if she wasn’t in control of the blade while standing in the bathroom, she had willingly accepted his offer to join him. She had given up her life to be with him. She couldn’t leave him to suffer alone.

  She saw the sadness in his eyes and felt his body tense up. “Lucifer, I came to you, not because you threatened me, or lied to me about how great Hell would be. I came because you needed me. After hearing what happened to Maraquette and Serena, I know it won’t be easy, but I’m not like them. I understand the purpose of Hell and why you have to punish the wicked. I think that I can help you,” she kissed him and felt his body relax.

  Lucifer kissed every part of her as pure joy filled his heart. She had finally agreed to stay. He tried to suppress his excitement for fear of acting like a loon. She was staying. The only thing that could make him happier would be to return home to Heaven.

  “I believe that you can help me too. Now, enough talking. I need you more than you can imagine. I need to be close after nearly losing you,” Lucifer kissed her desperately and dug his hands into her hips, pulling her tightly against him.

  He ran his hands down her sides and back. He wanted to memorize every curve of her body. He pushed his hands under her dress, took possession of her smooth ass, and pulled it tightly against his lap.

  She threw her head back as she slid over the thick ridge in h
is pants.

  He pushed his hands up her outer thighs and pulled her dress up over her hips. He took full advantage of her lack of panties. He dipped his thumb into her wet core and spread the moisture through her folds. He needed her mindless. He rubbed her while he stroked her tongue with his. She was thrusting her hips against his lap creating an enjoyable friction against his strained pants.

  She broke the kiss, panting for air. She threw her head back, relishing his hands on her and the way they skillfully moved. She thought she would be embarrassed to have someone watch her lose herself to pleasure, but it excited her to know that Lucifer’s eyes were devouring her every movement. She closed her eyes and relaxed against his touch. Her body was warm as she twitched and tensed.

  He focused on different spots to see what she enjoyed, though she seemed to respond to everything he did. She was grasping his shirt and moaning. He rubbed higher and higher until he found what he was looking for. He circled her nub and teased her. He could feel her body stiffen. She licked her lips and swayed to the motion.

  Electricity spread through her thighs and her breath constricted, causing her to gasp. “Dear Lord, you’re good at this,” she blurted out. She stopped trying to hold back and gave herself to him as he moved faster and faster, building the pressure inside of her.

  Lucifer chuckled. It was good to know that he did indeed have some talent and that it wasn’t just bravado. He had never seen anyone as sexy while in the throes of pleasure, not that he had ever noticed before. They could have cried for all he cared. Now, as he watched her breathless and shivering, he understood what had been missing with the other women; respect.

  She trembled and shook, then screamed out finally finding her release. Pleasure spiraled through her and she pulled at his shirt, tearing the back of it. She tried to remember where she was as she calmed herself.

  Looking up, she found Lucifer’s eyes staring at her with an intensity that matched his anger, yet he wasn’t mad, he was excited. He really did need her.

  He thought he would break loose from his pants from the enticing sounds she was making. He liked watching her in ecstasy. He wanted to make her happy, and keep her fulfilled.

  He quickly pushed her back so that he could free himself from his tight restraints. He pulled her close and pushed his throbbing cock into her before she could leave him. He wasn’t gentle with her, but he was careful not to injure her. He wanted to show her how much he needed her.

  Anjali moaned and bit his shoulder as he thrust his hips forward. She was surprised by his sudden invasion, but welcomed the fullness. His hands on her hips were strong and determined as he held her in place. The impact was intense as he slammed into her, filling her completely. She enjoyed the loss of control and held on to his shoulders to keep grounded. The sensation was intense and borderline painful, but soothed her ache. She needed this, needed to feel close to him, connected to him.

  She wanted to show him that she could handle both sides of his nature. Living in Hell and being with him wouldn’t be simple, she knew that, but as long as she could be close to him and experience happiness with him in moments like this, she could stay with him.

  Lucifer was merciless in his thrusts, quickly driving her wild. Before she could catch her breath, an orgasm rippled through her, followed by another one. She never knew that two people could share such an intimate act while feeling like they were going to fall apart from the sheer strength of it.

  Lucifer’s body snapped as her core rhythmically clenched him. He drove into her warmth, craving release. He ripped the top of her dress so that he could watch her breasts bounce uncontrollably for him. He was entranced by them. He grabbed her lower back with one arm to control the motion. He squeezed her breasts with his free hand and pinched her nipples. He was rewarded with another orgasm that threatened to throw him over the edge. He moved his hand over her soft flesh and pushed himself more forcefully inside of her. He was burning for her.

  His mouth captured her breast to suckle and lick her nipple. He lightly bit her nipple as she surged forward over him. He finally lost his hold on reality and came brutally inside of her. All of his anger and rage was drained from him. He allowed the darkness to melt away and basked in the beauty and perfection of the woman that he loved.

  Anjali’s body exploded one last time as she felt Lucifer tense up and burst inside of her. She kissed his face and his neck, letting him know that she was there with him.

  Lucifer fell back on the bed gasping for air. Anjali fell along with him and giggled. She laughed at the fact that neither of them had the strength to remain sitting. She stayed perched on top of him, not wanting to separate.

  She placed her head over his heart and listened to it beat madly in his chest. She snuggled into his arms and felt contented. “This is what I would have done last time, if I had stayed.”

  “I would have liked that,” he sighed and hugged her.

  They lay in silence embracing each other. She was sad when Lucifer’s erection waned inside of her. She pouted when he finally fell from her body.

  Lucifer chuckled and kissed her nose, happy that he had satisfied her. Apparently, he was good at sex, or maybe he was just good at sex with her, which was fine by him. He never wanted another in his bed.

  She smiled at the look of contentment on his face. She noticed that his eyes had turned blue and his hair was lighter again. She couldn’t help herself. She had to know. “Why does that happen? Why does your appearance change when we’re together?”

  Lucifer sat up and gently moved her over to the bed next to him. It was time that she knew the power she had over him.

  “You carry the light of Father inside of you, along with His destructive power. There are times when, without realizing it, you release the light, the goodness. When you are happy, you shine and instead of the brutal nature of your power coming out, you release a feeling of joy and peacefulness. It’s truly a remarkable thing; it’s what gives you the ability to forgive. I am grateful that you have it, not only because it saves humanity from being crushed, but because it also lightens the darkness within me. When I, or any of the Fallen, are in Heaven, we are restored to our former glory and become good again. Of course, the guilt of all that we have done overwhelms us since our emotions are restored. You have seen the Fallen here, they lack the capacity to care about what they are doing, and it gives them the edge needed to torture. It is very difficult for us to experience positive emotions. It seems that when you are in the throes of passion, you allow this side of your power to escape. I am cleansed and, my heart, my hair, my eyes, and even my wings change back to the way I was, or at least close to it. It’s only a fraction of His power, so I don’t change completely, but it is enough.”

  “I can see why Hades is concerned,” Anjali considered the problem carefully. If Lucifer lost control of Hell, who knows what would happen. Hell was supposed to be a place for punishment. If a sympathetic devil was in control, things would fall apart and the wicked would rebel.

  “Yes. I’m more stable with you near me, but more lenient. Without your influence I would have done far worse to Azazel for his disobedience,” Lucifer took her hand and kissed her knuckles. He couldn’t resist touching her.

  “It would be catastrophic if the prisoners and the Fallen believed they could get away with doing terrible things without repercussions,” Anjali shivered as she watched Lucifer’s mouth on her hand. He was warm and very close to her. She thought about all the things she wanted to do with him. She should be embarrassed by being mostly naked in front of him, but she liked the way he looked at her. It made her feel confident and wanted, something she had never experienced before.

  “I’m afraid I must find a balance. I hate to even consider it, but it must be. I know that. I will not give you up though; that is not an option. There will be times when I need to leave your side and become evil again, so that I can rule Hell. I will warn you that it will be nearly impossible for me to leave you. I’m afraid that you may have to be strong
for both of us,” Lucifer touched her face and indulged in her skin. She was far too innocent and tempting for her own good. He needed to find a way to resist her long enough to fulfill his oath to Father and make the wicked suffer. How had his world changed so drastically?

  “We will find a way,” she nuzzled his neck.

  Lucifer sighed and pulled her closer.

  If she was truly going to stay in Hell, by his side, then she needed to renegotiate the terms of her contract. Dealing with a pliant and happy Lucifer seemed like the best time to bring up her issues.

  She decided to start small, to test the waters. “I want to discuss the matter of panties and shoes. I can’t go traipsing around Hell without panties. I don’t need you killing everyone who looks at me,” she leaned closer and licked his earlobe. She ran her hands through his hair to feel its texture.

  “I hate the thought of you wearing panties, but I suppose you are right. It will save a number of necks. Shoes I can live with. You will also need other amenities while you are here. This is your home now,” he kissed her neck, hoping to distract her from asking for something more difficult. He could live with minor wardrobe changes, but feared what else she might ask for. Given his current state, he would give her his throne, if she asked.

  “I don’t want to go back to the realms. I know that I killed myself, but...” Anjali could feel Lucifer tense up.

  Lucifer grabbed her face and looked solemnly into her eyes. “You never have to go into the realms again. I swear it. You were never meant to be punished. It’s true that suiciders must suffer the realms, but my contract with Gabriel states that you weren’t to be harmed. Technically, he has grounds to go before the Council and seek retribution since I failed to honor the contract, but you need not tell him that. I am sorry for all that you have suffered. It was never my intention for you to be harmed.”

  Relief flooded her as she accepted Lucifer’s promise. She thought about her old home and couldn’t imagine going back to the Mortal Realm or her family. “Even if I could go back to my old life, I know that I might hurt someone, especially now that I know what I am capable of. I would be afraid of getting angry and causing an earthquake in the middle of town. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” she knew she wasn’t the same person. “I feel that I belong here.”