by Brandi Bell
Lust Is Calling
The Demon Lust Series
Brandi Bell
Brandi Womack
Contents
Prologue
1. Cliona
2. Dayson
3. Cliona
4. Cliona
5. Cliona
6. Dayson
7. Cliona
8. Cliona
9. Cliona
10. Dayson
11. Cliona
12. Cliona
13. Cliona
14. Cliona
15. Cliona
16. Dayson
17. Cliona
18. Cliona
19. Cliona
20. Cliona
21. Cliona
22. Cliona
23. Cliona
About the Author
About the Author
Acknowledgments
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©Brandi Womack, 2018
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Prologue
Living in a world created for the most evil and vile beings isn’t the easiest thing, especially with a father like mine. I live in hell – literally.
Hell is separated into nine districts; there is a district that represents each of the seven deadly sins: lust, envy, pride, gluttony, wrath, sloth, and greed; one district that holds the nine circles of hell and is infamous for its fire, brimstone, and torture, and the last district, which is the slums where the demons that work the nine circles live.
Untrue to the beliefs of humans, not all of hell is fire and brimstone, just the nine circles. The rest of hell is eerily similar to the world the humans are accustomed. We have many of the same amenities, yet our world isn’t as bright as the world topside. Here there isn’t any brightness, just dim muted colors: olive greens, muddy browns, crimson reds.
It’s an adjustment for us when we get to go earth side. Having to become accustomed to the brightness of the world above. I guess I should also say, when we do go earth side…we look just like every other human. These days it doesn’t take much to corrupt the human population, but there are still a few that need the occasional push in the wrong direction. That’s where we come in.
Using a glamour, we make ourselves look like any human passing on the street. This way we can get close to those that need a little evil guidance in their lives, without causing panic. Because let’s face it, if the humans up there knew what lurked down here… it’d be bad for business so to speak. They’d all go running back to those churches sitting almost empty and finding themselves walking the ‘righteous path’ once more – and then we’d be out of business.
I am Cliona Trulove, half-demon – half-human. Daughter of Prince Asmodeus, one of the seven princes. Prince of Lust. He met my mother while going earth side on missions and finally convinced her to marry him and come live in hell.
This is my story.
Cliona
I glance at the clock, two minutes to go. I'm sitting impatiently in the waiting room of my father's office. The stark white walls create a very sterile environment. At eight o’clock this morning, I will officially turn eighteen, my demon will mature, and my demonic abilities will unlock. It has to be exactly at the time of my birth and father is nothing but punctual. He’s the original lust demon, one of the seven princes of hell.
As if he was hearing my thoughts, Daddy opens the door as the clock strikes eight. I feel a tingling all over my body as I stand and walk into his office. Just as he closes the door, my body is wracked with pain. I'm not even able to make it to the mahogany chair right in front of me.
“Right on time, Cliona,” my father, Asmodeus, chuckles while looking at his pocket watch.
I think he enjoys watching me writhe there in pain, frozen in place. I’m trapped in my head, screaming in agony but nothing escapes my lips, for what feels like hours.
“That took longer than I anticipated,” he deadpans, looking disappointed at his pocket watch.
“How long?” I croak, my throat still aching along with the rest of my body.
“Five minutes when you should have done it in three,” he growls while looking at his watch.
“It felt like longer,” I reply, rolling my eyes internally, my entire body aching from the change.
There is no standard time for a demon to come into their powers. My father just has impossibly high standards for his only daughter. Nothing I do is ever good enough or fast enough it seems.
“Don’t complain, it’s unbecoming of a demon of your stature.”
“Yes, father. Now what do you need me to do?”
“Now that you have your full powers, it’s time for you to join the family business.”
I was halfway expecting this conversation but not quite this soon. I watch his face intently looking for a sign of what to expect, but can’t read anything on his red-tinged face. My heart is pounding and stomach fluttering in nervous anticipation. I hope he’s going to send me earth side.
The business of lust is a tricky one. Father has minions that do everything from make common people lust after their neighbors to kings taking on mistresses. When my father took missions himself, he only bothered with important people and trying to crumble nations, all using lust.
“You’ll start doing missions and spreading lust to humans, starting tonight. Now go get some rest,” he explains then dismisses me with a wave of his hand.
I can’t believe I finally get out of hell. I’ve been dreaming of this moment as long as I can remember.
It’s almost time to go back to father’s office to get my first mission. I look in the mirror and see my cinnamon eyes gazing back. My auburn hair trails down my back and frames my curved horns, the points pointing forward. I'm very vain about my perfect crimson horns that compliment my satiny, red skin and full, cherry red lips. I can see the doubt and fear in my eyes, though. I'm scared of letting my father down, but I know I've got to put my big girl panties on and trudge ahead, being sure to hide any signs before I see him, or he will be on that like a shark smelling blood.
I make my way from my house downtown to my father’s stark white office building. Nervous excitement builds the entire way until I arrive. I knock softly on the ebony hardwood door to his office, making sure I am exuding confidence, one thing internally I’m not feeling at this time.
“Yes, Cliona, it's about time you have arrived. I was expecting to see you sooner than now but that cannot be helped. As you know, our family is renowned for being the foremost authority on seducing and manipulating humans. I expect you to be no different.” I could see the doubt in my father's cinnamon eyes as he looks me over; maybe I should have given more thought to what I was wearing. The black leggin
gs and red tank top are my staple when I work out, and that’s where I’m planning to go once this meeting is over. I have an abundance of nervous energy that I will need to work off.
“Of course, father. I would never want to let you down. Now about this mission you need me to do. When and what are you needing?” the confidence I was not feeling dripping from each word.
“I'm needing you to go earth side and find a man, any man, and lose that pesky virginity that I know you still have. After that, the real missions will start.”
“That’s simple enough. I’ll go change and be on my way,” I reply, smiling ear to ear. This is a mission I know I can accomplish easily; even if I never thought of losing my virginity to a random person.
When I leave the office, I run home as fast as I can and consider that my workout. With the prospect of an easy mission all thoughts of the gym are forgotten. Once I arrive home, I go straight to my room to find the perfect outfit. All in red and black, my room exudes spice and sassiness. After checking my ebony dresser for unmentionables, I head into my closet of awesomeness.
Ten minutes later, I emerge wearing a tight, black mini skirt with a coral corset top. I finally get to use the skills taught to me in school all these years. I easily switch to my glamour, thankful for all the practice I’ve had, before looking in the mirror to apply appropriate makeup. My soulful, brown eyes pop after applying mascara. I use some concealer to cover the light freckles that adorn my cheeks and apply some light blush to define my high cheekbones. I go with a nude lipstick on my still plush lips before I tame the strawberry blonde hair that cascades down my back. Yeah, that should do it.
I grab my purse and leave the apartment building, walking straight to the portal. I‘ve been taught that our world looks like a duller version of the human world. I walk down the concrete sidewalk and pass the tall apartment buildings and businesses that make up the lust district. Now that I’m eighteen, I’m registered to go earthside. I look around at all the greys, browns, and olive greens that make up the bland scenery and wonder how earthside will look. I can’t wait to see. All we have here are buildings and dirt. Supposedly, Earth has things growing in the dirt. I pass the school that taught me how to be a good demon and what I needed to learn to go earthside on my way and think about all the lessons they offered.
I arrive at the portal, and there’s a demon sitting in a chair, too lazy to stand. His dark grey skin looks like leather making me momentarily wonder if it feels like it as well. His eyes are a lighter shade of silver giving him a softer look than I'm used to seeing. His horns curve back from his forehead, one longer than the other coming up half an inch higher as well. All in all, a very striking demon.
If he was a human, I could use him to lose my virginity, I think to myself, ogling the handsome demon. I push the thought down and go back to focusing on the task at hand.
“I need to go earthside, to a bar or somewhere I can find a willing victim,” I tell the demon in charge.
“Name please,” he yawns, acting like it’s a lot of effort.
“Cliona Trulove,” I reply excitedly.
“We've been expecting to see you come through here,” he looks me up and down, not bothering to hide it, yet a light blush graces his cheeks when he realizes that I caught him.
“My father must have called ahead to find out exactly when I come through, right?” I ask him. He doesn't bother denying it.
“Well, I'm on my way then. Do you have any suggestions for bars or clubs where I can get into to find a victim?” Again he remains quiet; if his eyes weren't open, I would think he is asleep.
“I guess I'll see you on the way back once I'm not pure anymore.” Maybe it was his quiet demeanor, but for some reason, I know I can trust him and need for at least one other person to know what a monumental event I'm about to have happen to me.
It doesn’t take long before I find myself in the club district, wandering around, trying to find the place with the best vibe. I decide a dance club would be loud enough not to have to talk and have drunk enough guys to lead around easily. The colors are overwhelming though; it was causing my eyes to hurt with all these new colors.
I go stand in line, waiting to get in with the mortals and start observing them to see how they act. I want to try to blend in as much as I can.
Dayson
Ring… Ring… Ring…
I roll over and grab the phone, still half asleep.
“Hello?” I answer, my voice still husky with sleep.
“Man, you have got to check out the lust demon that just came through here. She is hot, even in glamour,” Graden says animatedly. I’ve never heard the lazy bastard get so worked up.
“Where did you send her to? I need to check this out,” I reply, awake now, and curious. I’m a lust demon, one of the best there is, so I always like to get updates on any girls I can check out.
I jump out of bed and glance in the mirror, taking note of my appearance. My deep charcoal skin glimmers as my glamour starts to take effect. Tan skin replaces my almost black visage. My all black eyes change to a light gray. Since I have no horns, black hair grows out and obscures the vision of my left eye. Similarly, my normally smooth skin sprouts short, black stubble that Graden is always telling me I need; emulating a certain actor from Vampire Diaries.
Next, I walk over to the closet and find an outfit the humans would wear to the club. I want to blend in. I wear some dark, faded jeans with a tight black t-shirt, layering a button up bowling shirt on top. After a quick squirt of cologne, I take off to the portal to follow the demon girl Graden called me about.
“You got here fast,” Graden comments when I arrive at the portal.
“Color me curious,” I answer, giving him one of my best grins.
“I’ll drop you off where I left her. Good luck,” he replies while opening the portal for me.
I step through and am in the middle of a club district, music blaring from all sides. I look around trying to figure out where she went. If I was a lust demon sent out for the first time, where would I go? I ask myself, trying to get into her head. I see a group of young twenty-somethings standing outside a dance club and decide to check it out first.
I approach the bouncer and let some of my lust power spill over so he lets me in immediately. I may have just made him question his own manhood, despite the fact he’s obviously straight. The man has been hitting on every hot girl in line and letting them cut the line. The atmosphere inside is perfect for a lust demon, like myself. Everyone here is dripping with sexual tension or craving.
The place is packed with bodies grinding on each other in a misguided attempt at dancing, not that I mind. It will make my night that much easier. The lights are dimmed to mock intimacy, but the intensity of the bright blue and white strobe lights flashing over the writhing masses across the dance floor and rest of the club cause my eyes to water. After a quick internal pep talk, I take a glance around the club. It doesn't take long for me to spot where my little sex pot is. Men gathered in a circle, in a club like this, could only mean one thing… she is one hell of a hot chick. I try to position myself differently in hopes of luring her over to me. The group of men around her are two deep now, maybe I should go to her instead. My normal tactics are not going to work with her I see.
After parting the gaggle of women I have collected in my misguided attempt to tempt the temptress, I finally get a glimpse of her. Since it isn’t working on her, she must be stronger than me. I can’t let her know this though. Hair like silken light copper trails down her back to reveal the most perfect shaped ass I've ever seen in my existence. I need to get closer to her so I can see her from the front. She is definitely a lust demon with the way the men in here are flocking to be in her presence.
I’m consumed with the desire to touch her, to know her. I want to be her first. What is getting into me? I’ve never had feelings like these overcome me. Usually, I’m the one being lusted over. This little she demon is going to be the death of me. Her powers aren't su
pposed to work on me.
I watch as she flirts with these unworthy men; unable to bring myself to interrupt her, but seething inside. At least none of them have laid a hand on her; I don’t know if I could stand that. What is happening? Could her lust really be affecting me? I abandon my post and go to the bar to order a drink.
I need to get over whatever this obsession with her is. I think I need to get my mind off of her. I pull on the charm and pose to effect and watch as woman after woman is ensnared in my trap. That's when I hear it. A laugh that makes my heart skip a beat. A voice that sounds like how I always imagined angels singing. Yeah, I need to get control of this obsession I seem to have for this little spit fire.
“What will it be?” the bartender asks as he finally makes his way to where I’m standing.
“Jack and coke,” I reply, still distracted by the little vixen.
I release the lust from the women I ensnared and they slowly disperse from the crowd that has formed around me. Confused looks on their faces show they aren’t even sure why they were attracted to me in the first place.
When he brings the drink, I down it and signal for another. It’s going to take a few drinks to distract me, I believe. I take the second drink and cash out the tab working on it a bit slower, as I make my way out to the dance floor.
I quickly try to lose myself to the throbbing bass and flashing lights, surrounded by people looking for a good time. I let my lust go, and the dance floor becomes a writhing mess of bodies, all searching for release. Not even this is taking my mind off the long haired beauty I came to meet.