Luciens Reign: A Novel (DeSai Trilogy) Spawn of Satan

by RWK Clark

  At the end of his confessions Rose smiled at him. “I understand, and I am willing. I love you, Patrick, and I love our Isabella. I must remain here, and I fear that without remedy I will soon be gone. Very soon.”

  Patrick looked his wife over carefully. Yes, she was pale, and her body was constantly wracked with coughing fits that caused her body obvious pain. As he gazed at her even now he realized how thin and sickly she had really become, and the reality of her physical state hit him hard.

  Now the two sat in silence, the air around them filled with electric anticipation. To Patrick the bite meant that Rose would be with him eternally, and he was so relieved. He sensed no apprehension, no doubt. Yes, he would proceed.

  “We will meet tonight in the bedroom” he told her. “All must be just right.”

  Rose nodded and smiled as she stood to her feet. She walked around his desk and, placing her hand on his back, kissed him with great love. She then looked him in the eyes. “I will be ready. I am more than ready, love. Please, do not worry that you will be doing me an injustice. The truth is you are giving me the gift of life, with both you and our beautiful Isabella.”

  With that Rose left the den. Patrick Gilliam tossed things around in his mind for only a moment before he buried his head in his hands. He had committed so much time and effort to avoiding this, but it was obviously time.

  Patrick had only one true desire for Rose: that she remain pure and untainted by the emptiness and pain that accompanied life after being bitten. She was so lovely, both inside and out, and he didn’t want her to become anything less. To be a vampire, in Patrick’s personal opinion, was to be less.

  Finally he stood and dried his face with a handkerchief. He would need to be strong. There was a plan in place, and he and his family were an integral part of it.

  ∞

  Rasia lay in bed, the sun streaming through the window. It did not cast its rays on her, rather it simply lent light to the room. She was feeling that powerful lust, and it seemed to be consuming her. All she could think about was ravishing the flesh of a man; it had been two whole days! But there was no time for that now. Lucien would be having his breakfast and expecting her to get him started on his daily lessons. No, she could do nothing to quench this sexual thirst right now, but she would definitely indulge herself tonight.

  She rose and took a quick hot shower to wash the filth of her sleep off of her body, then she dressed and did a light makeup on her face. Finally she left her room with her small copies of the books which served as Lucien’s study texts. He would be done eating now, and he would be angry if he had to wait too long for her to appear.

  As he had aged the boy had become more and more demanding. For a child of only four he seemed to know perfectly what he wanted, and he expected her full cooperation. He did not fight her off when it came to things like his lessons. It was as if he had enough wisdom to know that they were necessary.

  He excelled at them. It was spectacular to observe him learning. He had already mastered reading; he was easily as good a reader as any high school student would have been. His math skills were at a fourth grade level, and he showed an understanding of history and science that were nothing short of frightening.

  In the world that existed before he would have been considered a child prodigy. But Rasia knew the truth; her son Lucien was nothing less than a spawn of hell, and whatever purpose he had been born to fulfill required his superior intelligence. It was all the work of the Powers.

  She also knew that, at his age and size, he was not yet strong enough to take her life. If he tried Rasia was sure that the Powers would not yet allow it. She realized that she had used the word ‘yet’ in her thoughts, and it was very unsettling. It was as though she knew deep inside that someday the boy would be her demise, perhaps taking her very life himself.

  Rasia entered the chamber that served as Lucien’s school room, and as she suspected the boy was at his desk, working away.

  “Good morning, my dear,” she began, hiding the timidity that threatened to show itself through her voice.

  Lucien did not even look up from his studies. “You are late, Mother.”

  Rasia raised her eyebrows. The boy’s boldness never ceased to amaze her. “Yes, Lucien, and that would be none of your business, now would it?”

  He turned to her, his eyes filled with fire, and in a firm voice stated “It is all my business, you know that.”

  A chill ran down Rasia’s spine.

  She chose to ignore him and took her place at her desk, which was situated facing his. As she set her books down she kept her eyes firmly on his face. He was, indeed, a beautiful child. She wondered to herself how such a small, handsome body could contain such evil. It seemed to be at a level far beyond his years, a level which is usually only demonstrated by one who has been a victim of life’s cruel jokes.

  “What are you working on?” she asked him as she made herself comfortable in her chair.

  Without looking up Lucien said, “I am beginning the new chapter in my mathematics book.”

  “But Lucien, you have not tested for the last chapter,” Rasia told him, anger and impatience creeping into her voice. He knew better than to ever move on without her!

  Keeping his eyes on his notebook he plucked another sheet out from under it and tossed it carelessly in her direction. It see-sawed on the air for only a moment before coming to rest before her. He then looked up at her with a sneer before turning his attention back to his work.

  Rasia looked down at the sheet. It was the test she had made up for the last chapter, the test he would have taken with her today, had he waited. It was completed in full very neatly, almost sarcastically so. She picked it up and looked at Lucien.

  “Where did you get this?” she asked.

  He continued to pencil away at his paper. “From the folder with all the math tests in them. The one in the second drawer on the right.”

  “Lucien, you are never to get into my desk! We have had this rule since the very beg—,” she began, her voice progressively rising to a fever pitch as her impatience with the boy grew.

  He cut her off. “Just check it please. I am ready to do the new chapter, so just check it.”

  Rasia could only stare at the youngster in frustration. Oh, how she longed for Cyril to be here so he could help her with this unruly boy! How could a four-year old child be so infuriating, so demanding? She set the test paper down on her desk with a sigh and took out her own answer sheet. She would correct the paper.

  As she began she found herself hoping that she would find a number of mistakes, but to her surprise the test was perfect.

  “Lucien, put your pencil down and look at me,” she said.

  The child raised his pencil from the paper, but he did not look at her for a long moment. Finally, his gaze met hers, and his eyes were filled with anger. It took her a moment to pull herself together so she could speak to him with a tone of authority.

  “Did you also take my answer key and copy the answers?”

  Lucien threw his pencil onto his desk with force, causing it to bounce off the surface onto the floor. “You think I cheated?” he asked her with great anger in his voice.

  “I am simply asking you,” she replied.

  The small boy growled. “I will take it again, in front of you, if you like.” How dare this woman challenge him!

  “I’ll tell you what, Lucien. You continue with what you are doing for the time being. I will make up a new test, and you will take that one, and yes, you will take it in front of me,” she told him through clenched teeth.

  The two stared each other down for a short moment before the boy rose and retrieved his pencil from the floor. He resigned himself to his fate, mumbling to himself as he sat back down and turned his attention to the new chapter.

  As Rasia made up his new test she boiled with anger. The child thought himself her equal! Worse yet, he seemed to know how far ‘above’ her he truly was, and he didn’t mind throwing it in her face with g
reat pleasure. How dare he presume to get into her desk, steal her test sheet, and take the test unsupervised? She proceeded to make up terribly hard test questions for a four-year old child, but she knew deep in her soul that he would ace the new test as well. She was fully aware that she was only doing this to show the boy who was really boss, and it disgusted her that she had such little control over her own offspring. Why did he force her to go to such lengths?

  Within twenty minutes she had finished making up the new test, and she had Lucien begin it immediately. He took it from her with no emotion, and as he completed the problems she had given him, she stared at him. After only fifteen minutes the boy tossed the paper at her in a replay of his earlier gesture of disrespect. Rasia did not let it get under her skin; she simply began to check the problems and his work.

  In five minutes she was finished. He got the entire test correct, and she was at a loss for words. His intelligence was growing faster than she could keep up with it. She looked up at the small boy without saying anything. He was toiling away at the problems in the new chapter. Suddenly he spoke to her without looking up.

  “Are you happy now, Mother?”

  ∞

  That evening Rasia put the boy down early. He had given her horrible attitude all day, and she needed to relieve her stress. When she had laid him down she had attempted to smooth things over by sitting on the side of his bed and reading a story to him, but the scent of the blood coursing through his veins was as strong as a steak being cooked on hot coals. It made her squirm the entire time, and she practically had to run from the room to keep herself from biting him.

  Rasia sat thinking for only a minute; she wanted her Book. It was the only thing that truly fulfilled her, as it was a sharp, steady reminder of her sole purpose in the world. She was here for only one thing: to carry out the bidding of the Powers.

  She went to her room and got the Book from the safe in her desk. What spell shall I work tonight? She asked herself this as she prepared for Lamb to bring her next victim.

  She had nothing to ask the Powers for; all was hers. She had adoration: on Earth she was a goddess. She had a ‘family’, if you could call all these servants such.

  The only thing left was for Rasia to continue to feed the unsettled sexual desire which demanded to be fulfilled every minute of every day. She considered this unquenchable fire between her legs; she did not understand it. Why could she not stop thinking about being licked and serviced? It was all she seemed to think about.

  Tonight she will treat herself. She had been filled with unbearable desire for too long, and now she would indulge her own lusts.

  Rasia bathed and perfumed herself, applying a light makeup as well. She donned a flowing satin gown and made herself comfortable on her bed, waiting for Martin to arrive with her treat. She could barely contain herself. Oh, the things she would make him do when he arrived…

  She didn’t have to wait too long. A knock on her door brought her out of her mental fantasy, and she bid the caller to enter. A young man of about twenty-six entered her room, closing the door behind him.

  “Make sure you lock it,” she told him. “It will not do to have my son wandering in here.”

  He locked the door and then turned to her. “What can I do for you tonight, my Queen?”

  Rasia stood and walked slowly toward him, taking in the sight of him. He was quite beautiful, with his perfect brown hair and brown eyes. His features seemed almost chiseled, and his muscled body strained against the material of his button-down shirt.

  “Well, for starters it would be ideal if you did not speak,” she told him calmly.

  She circled him not once, but twice. Then she stood directly in front of him, looking him in the eye. She reached out and pulled his shirt from his jeans and began to unbutton it. Then she violently pressed her lips against his, invading his mouth with her tongue. He responded passionately; she could almost feel his admiration and… love, but she didn’t care. His purpose was strictly utilitarian.

  Rasia pulled away from him. “Take your clothes off,” she said. She removed her own gown, then stood before him and gazed at his nakedness. Yes, he would do.

  Now she approached him once again and took him by the hand. She led him to her bed and positioned herself on it, kneeling and facing him. He was smiling at her, but she was not smiling back.

  “Lie down,” she said simply.

  He made himself comfortable on his back, gazing up at her. He was completely erect, his penis nearly standing upright. She looked at it only for a moment before straddling his face.

  “Taste me,” she demanded, and he willingly dove in.

  For the next twenty minutes she ground herself against his nose, mouth, and tongue. She came not once, not twice, but three times, before she pulled away and forcefully sat upon his rock-hard member. The pain and pleasure it gave her was exquisite, and she moaned loudly as she rode him.

  She climaxed powerfully the final time, her entire body stiffening on his. He had his hands on her hips and was forcing himself deeper inside her. Even in her orgasmic reverie, she knew he was about to cum, and she would have none of it. The last thing she wanted was any of him… left inside of her.

  She looked down at him as he strained to climax. His eyes fluttered open and a smile crossed his lips when suddenly she swooped down on him and bit into his neck. She tore the flesh away violently, and his blood spurted out, going airborne and splattering across the canopy of her bed. Rasia simply remained on top of him, feeling his erection disappear inside of her. His flesh and part of his jugular vein dangled from her bloody mouth, and she watched the life flow out of him.

  Yes, she thought to herself. That was quite extraordinary.

  Yes, it was enjoyable when it was happening, the sex, but when it was over she was filled with such an unbearable disgust with the one she had used that she could not even bear to look at them. Initially she had thought that perhaps she could find love with another, but with each sexual escapade that hope faded. She would never know love again, not like the love she had felt for Cyril. That was her own personal hell, to have tasted it and then have it taken from her for all eternity.

  Rasia rose off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. She took the telephone in her hand and dialed Martin Lamb’s extension. He answered with a sleepy voice.

  “Get up here and get this mess cleaned up,” she directed. “Oh, and Martin? Keep it quiet.”

  ∞

  Lucien lay still in his bed in the darkness. He could see very well in the dark, so it never did bother him to have the lights out; in fact, he always preferred it. His mother had left him more than two hours ago, believing that he was sleeping, but he had not slept a wink. The truth was, he really didn’t need that much rest.

  He listened carefully in the darkness to the noises coming from different areas of the house. He had very good ears, and there was very little that went on in the massive house that he did not take in. There were late night noises of preparations being made in the kitchen for tomorrow’s meals. He could even hear Martin Lamb’s lips move in silence as he read some nonsense book. Now he was listening to the panting and moaning and groaning that could only be coming from his mother’s room.

  How he hated his Mama! She thought she knew so much and he knew so little, and maybe that was true, but he did know that she was not as important as he. Even she was not fully aware of this fact. She seemed to think that, no matter what, she would always be a step above him because of her age and her strength. He knew she hated him, too, but he did not care.

  She looked at him often as if he was dinner, and it made him uncomfortable. He did not understand the look in her eye when she did this, but it put him on the defense always. He believed that if he did not show her who was boss she would try to… eat him. Sometimes she even smelled him. She did not realize that he noticed, but he did notice, and he was determined to take her down before she ever had a real chance to hurt him.

  He listened as the sound of his mot
her’s moaning grew yet again, then he heard her hushed voice say something jumbled, and he could not quite make it out. After that the entire house seemed to grow deathly quiet.

  Lucien smiled. Another visitor, gone.

  There was a definite pattern to the noises he heard from her room and the silence that followed, but at his age, Lucien was not quite sure what it was. They came, they caused chaos, and then they were gone, but even Lucien knew there was something more to the entire procession.

  Well, if any of them knew Mama like he did they would never have come here in the first place. Whatever she did to them was their own fault. Something wasn’t right with her, and in his mind this fact was obvious. No, something was very wrong.

  But something was off about himself, and he knew that too. The thought made the young boy’s smile grow in the darkness.

  After all, what was really ‘right’, and what was ‘wrong’? Who was to say?

  His smile suddenly faded as he reminded himself that someone determined right from wrong, but he did not ‘know’ that someone.

  Not yet, anyway.

  The silence from Mama’s room persisted, and Lucien grew bored with listening.

  Finally he turned over on his side and fell into a deep, content sleep. Tomorrow would bring more opportunities for him to annoy the witch, and he looked forward to it with gusto.

  Chapter 5

  Everything went according to plan for Patrick and Rose Gilliam.

  The night he turned his wife was perfect. They made love by firelight, and when he bit her he instantly knew he had no worries; she was going to be fine. Rose immediately reveled in the healing affect the bite had on her health.

  Over the next few months she came into her own, vampire-wise. She filled the shoes beautifully, and Patrick couldn’t be more pleased. Rose seemed to grow in grace, if that were at all possible, and she did not seem to grow in evil as Patrick had worried she would. They would raise Isabella together and be with her for all eternity. He looked back on the night and all of its details with great fondness. It had been the night all of his stress and care regarding his wife and their future together left him for good.