"Xavier, come out and play. You've been locked up for weeks." the female demon rubbed her hands over his back. Her sensuous hands moved from his back to his waist, pushing her large breasts into his back and her hands moved down towards his pants. Her lips spread, so that her moist tongue could play with his ear and neck as her hands unbuttoned his pants. "I can feel the serum you gave me rushing in my body. Come and fill me up with your semen." she continued to coax him as his penis hardened beneath her talented hands. She moved around to the front, dropping to her knees and taking him deep into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.
While the female demon was rushing to pleasure him, Xavier was staring at the silent urn. Since the first serum, he had taken six teaspoonfuls of ashes from within. The ashes that remained had stopped playing inside since the first time he took from the urn. The first batch of females were pregnant, so the ashes worked to break the curse.
But at what cost to the little girl inside?
He finally realized the state of his body and looked down at the female that had his member deep inside her mouth. Her smell spread over this house, she was in heat. He smiled down at the wanton beast, he already refused all offers from the demons seeking his sperm.
The demon sucking him down as if her life depended on it was his chosen bed mate several times a week or month, depending on his needs. Not because he had feelings for her, but because she was good at pleasuring him.
If he were to desire a child, perhaps she would be his chosen, but he did not want one with any of the demons in hell. They all disgusted him in some way. They were either too slutty or too rough, causing too much bleeding just for a few moments of pleasure. All female demons were a bit rough in sex, but this one had learned to curb her appetite in order to stay with him. Pain was fine during sex, but too often just made it boring.
Boring sex was not his thing.
Xavier knew she just wanted to tease him with fallatio, and to take his seed deep within her. He smiled as he pushed the pleasure he was feeling, rushing his orgasm.
He looked down and smiled as his seed trickled down her chin. "Thank you, now leave."
***
Xavier watched the female huff and puff her way out of his home. He then set a barrier around it stopping any other females from entering, especially those in heat.
Since there were so many females now pregnant, he had to leave some room for them to enter since he was the only demon who could help them birth their spawns and have both mother and child survive.
Any one could deliver a child in hell, but either the mother or the child would be sacrificed. He moved over to the urn and took off the lid, pouring the remaining ashes onto the floor. The urn was special, prohibiting the child from forming again. Now that all the remaining ashes were out, she should awaken. He took all the ashes and put them next to his bed. The pile was next to a drawn image of a chubby looking human child.
He stared at his artwork. After she stopped making scenes in the urn, Xavier had the urge to see her once again, so he drew her last image he had of her.
The picture showed her skin in flames and her smiling skull beneath the clear blue inferno. The small flakes of ashes floating around her as her hand lifted up to touch his face.
He was shocked at how much her touch affected him. Never had another's touch made such an impact, making his heart hurt as he watched her die before his very gaze.
Since her arrival he experienced more emotions than he ever had before. Typically his curiosity drove him to action. Eating, sleeping, sex were all bodily functions that his biology demanded, like taking a healthy shit. Besides his experiments, nothing really ever appealed to him before. Yet this child consumed his waking thoughts and his dreams.
Never once had he seen her as an adult, but in his dreams he watched this child perform miraculous feats in battle, and though she was a child in his dreams, it was as if he was not seeing the whole picture.
He experienced each of her deaths, reliving them with her, feeling the pain each time as if it was his own.
Sleep stopped being a burden and became his favorite pastime. He had died with her over a hundred times.
Each night he experienced one of her deaths with her. Every night since he first took a teaspoonful of ash. Was she reliving each death along with him? The thought made the demon excited each time, thinking that they were experiencing this together. He hurried and undressed and got into bed before he thought of the child that would awaken soon. He got up and put on some sweat pants to cover his nether regions, then got back into bed. He wanted to fall asleep as quickly as possible so that he could once again be with the child.
Perhaps it was becoming routine that the demon fell asleep so quickly. Before his vision was his home. This was his favorite dream, seeing the child in flames again. She was fearless, making him excited in turn.
But instead of seeing her flesh burning, he watched as blue and green feathers erupted all over her flesh, turning her pale baby fat cheeks into thick plumage. Her precious sky blue eyes transformed into deep red, like the maroon color of thick healthy blood. The clear blue flames embraced her as a loving father would, until her ashes were on the ground. Instead of the grayish tone, they remained blue and green until a small wrinkled child was laying on the fluffy embers.
The demon forced himself awake and looked at the table, The wrinkled baby was growing rapidly. A toddler with bright blond hair until she looked around seven or eight. Much younger than the child was before. But she stopped growing and looked over at the demon laying in the bed. She leaned her head to the side and looked at the man before her.
"I saw you in my dreams."
***
Aldrech awoke from another nightmare. For three months he re-lived each one of his daughters' deaths. All seven of them. Knowing that a demon took her seventh life did not cause him anger, it was the witches that continued to betray her that made him angry.
Aldrech grabbed the water on the table. Of all his children, Adira was the only one he had ever harmed in any fashion.
Looking back he could never understand why he punished her, why he hit her when his other children were always worse than she was. She would barely utter a word and he felt a need to hit her.
He knew that something was off, so he tried to stay away from the child and her mother. But he was always drawn back to her, always hurting her more and more, until he caused her second death.
To save her he put her blistered body outside the gates of his home and walked away. He stopped referring to himself as her father. A father would never kill their own child. Once he broke ties with her, he thought she would be safe.
But then she died again, and again, and the fifth time the news of her massacre was too much for him to take. He went to the battle scene until each of her body parts were found. He dug through the dead carcasses for days to find each section of her body. Only then did he hunt down the witches that not only killed her but demolished her body into fifty pieces. He did not torture them as they did her, his vengeance was swift.
He put the water back down, the empty plastic tipped over. The sweat on his body was now dry.
"She is finally reborn." He spoke out loud to the room, ignoring the tears that mixed with the sweat.
She came back just as he resolved to end his part in this farce of a war. He had tired to end his life many times, but each time his flesh would protect him. For a year he studied hard to find a way to finally end his long existence. Now when he was ready to join his family, she came back. Was this a sign? Should he proceed with his plans or wait until she came back to take over as family head?
Aldrech laid back down, he would not be able to go back to sleep, but he was unwilling to get up yet. Instead he played back each of the dreams, which started out as her fun memories, and not fun ones as well. He saw himself, his own actions from her point of view. He never understood how much she truly loved him. That was when he sought ways to end his life, to be with her in death, to make up for being the f*cked up father during her life…maybe he could show her the love she deserved in the afterlife.
But now, he could feel that this dream was not a premonition, but her rebirth. He wanted to laugh and cry together. He was not sure how his wife had hidden her demonic side, or if she was even aware of her heritage when they first met. But she knew once she was dying.
The legendary phoenix, and his daughter was part of that legacy.
Perhaps it was fate, or the demon that helped his daughter, but to be able to awaken these dormant powers must mean something…amazing!
***
"I saw you with a lot of demons. You should marry someone if you're going to do those kinds of dirty things." I couldn't help telling him. Really, adults were gross. Even now the gross man was in bed and made me sit on the table. Rude!
I felt a bit dizzy and clutched my head. The dizziness moved on to intense pain, the severity made me puke all over the floor,some landing on the man's bed. Before I could say sorry I was puking again as the sharp pain pierced my brain.
The childlike innocence was quickly evaporating as my memories pushed into my mind. I watched as my life played beneath my eyelids as the pain got much worse. My small frame tumbled over, as I puked once more and lost all consciousness.
Even as I blacked out I could see the man, no, the demon reaching for me, puke and all, into his strong arms.
I fell into a dark abyss. I knew that my body was back with the demon, but I was here, in a dark and damp place. I tried to move around, but I didn't have legs to walk with, so I waited until I saw a beautiful green and purple light in the distance. I thought it was moving slow, but it was instead moving very quickly. Before I could count to three the flames were in front of me. I didn't have a mouth to talk with nor did the fire, yet the flame was in my head, speaking to me. It told me many things, so much that I felt heavy with new knowledge. With each new insight, my flames competed with the green and purple until my blue and green light outshone the other. At the end of its message, the flame entered mine, making the green of my fire more beautiful and adding a bit of purple to the tips of the green and blue arches.
Power. Intense power. Mine.