Wah-pssh! Wah-PSSH! Woooosh!
"Human garbage!"
The sound of the whip cracked as it snapped against the fair, reddened flesh of Greg's back and behind. His hands were chained together, and his legs were cuffed close behind him.
A small cloth was tied around his mouth, preventing anything but muffled noises from escaping his lips.
The foot of a slender, bent demon leg rested on his lower back as dainty hands worked at the whip.
Above the former man of the rift, Emilia stood, providing an adequate lashing that may have either caused him to beg for more or mercy, depending on the situation.
"Disgusting pile of dung! Your flesh isn't even good enough to be used as fertilizer for the potatoes!"
I, for one, do not wish to dine on Greg potatoes. I am thankful that his flesh will not fertilize the potatoes.
Both Lucifer and Azazel stood back against the wall. They both had their arms folded against their chests as they watched, their gazes focused on the trembling skin of the blonde man as it became inflamed.
She sure is getting into character. If anyone deserves such slow torture, it's him.
Azazel internally chuckled at the scene. He knew it was wrong to find amusement in the man's suffering, but Azazel was a demon, after all.
Emilia halted the movement of the whip for a moment. She kneeled down beside Greg and roughly tossed his head back by his chin. She jerked his head back in an upward motion. Her fingers squished his cheeks together until the lips choked by the cloth turned into an abomination that resembled a duck beak.
"Scum!" Emilia yelled out. "Filthy rat! You're not even worthy enough to grovel at my feet."
She roughly tossed his head down and returned to her position above his body.
For a brief moment, Greg relished the cool breeze on his bare back. A short relief came from the breeze for a moment as the whips halted their movements.
"It's not over yet, you sewer dweller! If you're a good boy, I may reduce your punishment."
Emilia proceeded to lash him again with all her might.
"Beg for forgiveness!"
For some reason, using excessive force on Greg was beginning to become fun for her, in a different way than it was with Lucifer. She knew Lucifer's reaction was fake, but she wasn't so sure about this man.
"Bleed! Die!"
As the two watched, Emila relentlessly allowed the whip to kiss his flesh in steady movements. She was going to keep going until welts formed and his skin bled. How dare he injure her poor little prince, her future son-in-law? He made Emma worry because of the wounds inflicted upon Azazel!
"I bet you are begging me to stop, darling." Emilia laughed evilly as she continued to lash at him. "You aren't even fit to be a demon."
Even Lucifer started to look uncomfortable after a while. She was probably the only woman who could rival the Lord of Hell, so it was fitting that he made her his wife.
Azazel nervously rubbed his right horn as Lucifer turned his eyes in his son's direction.
"So, how is this for punishment?" Lucifer grinned as he backed away from the wall.
The whip kept cracking on and on as Lucifer walked to the door. He shook his head and looked back at Azazel, who had begun to follow after the slightly taller demon.
"A fitting punishment," Azazel admitted with a smirk. "I thought it would be something a little more sinister."
Lucifer shrugged. "We could always go more sinister when she's finished, but I speak from experience when I say this could go on for days."
That was something I didn't need to know.
Emilia laughed maniacally as she grabbed a second whip from the nearby wall. She began to quickly lash him with both whips.
When Azazel had suggested throwing him into a dungeon, he didn't mean their personal masochist chamber.
I guess it works in a pinch. Emilia is turning into a dommy mommy. I should keep this a secret from poor Emma.
"We may want to ask the workers and the orcs to build a real dungeon," Azazel suggested as he followed Lucifer out of the room.
Azazel could still hear both the lashings and the insults from the room Emilia and Greg were in.
The two continued to walk until they made it to the foyer with the grand staircases. Azazel sighed with relief when he could no longer hear the sound of the whip.
A small, blonde demon ran to the foyer after the two had entered. She bounced up and down with glee as she saw Azazel. "Azzzzzzzzzzy!"
Natasha ran to his side, looping her arm into his. She nuzzled her face against his arm and moaned.
"Yes?" Azazel raised a brow in regards to her enthusiastic greeting.
"You're breathing," Natasha gasped, nipping against the fabric covering his arm. "You didn't die!"
Azazel placed his palm against her forehead. He pushed, attempting to pry her off of his arm. "I'm a claimed man. I think."
Natasha backed off and pouted."I know."
She huffed and looked the other way, but kept stealing glances at Azazel as she pretended to be heartbroken by his words and actions.
Lucifer cleared his throat. He looked over to Natasha. "Forgetting something important, aren't we?"
Natasha scratched the side of her head, then tilted it. Her yellow eyes focused on Lucifer. She became lost in thought for a moment until she finally realized what he had been refrencing.
"Oh, yeah," Natsha stated with a nod. "I fixed the face."
"Perfect!" Lucifer grinned. "Let's see it."
Natasha led the way to the small room she had worked on the statue of Lucifer in. As Azazel entered behind the two, his eyes scanned the room. He noticed piles from Blumbledore's dirty magazine collection lining the walls.
Azazel raised a brow when he noticed the Mabachi Magic Wand in the corner of the room. He knew exactly what the device was. He wondered how in the world it was obtained.
The demon sniffed the air. His body recoiled as the scent was thick and full of disgusting, passionate bodily fluids. He could tell something other than just statue carving had gone down in the enclosed space.
"What did you guys do in here? He asked curiously, with a hint of disgust in his voice.
"Lots of things," Lucifer replied. "A bit of this. A little of that."
Natasha blushed when she noticed Azazel staring at the magic wand. She wasn't going to admit she got in on the shenanigans with both Lucifer and Emilia.
"If somebody paid attention to me, I wouldn't have stooped to such a low level," she stated with a frown.
Azazel shrugged. "I am not the one to judge how you spend your time."
Lucifer walked in front of the statue. With a hand on his chin, he examined the face of the sculpture. His eyes narrowed as he studied the features. The demon nodded, admiring the talent that went into the creation of such a statue.
"Excellent," Lucifer muttered as his hand caressed the carved cheek of Natasha's masterpiece. "It's a perfect reflection of my beautiful features."
Azazel watched as the vain demon admired the stone face staring back at him. He knew Lucifer was full of himself, but he took it to an entirely new level as he leaned forward to lick the statue, his tongue flicking over the cold stone in slow, proactive motions.
Azazel shuddered and rubbed his right horn. It was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable in the room.
"Are you finished molesting the reflection of yourself?"
Lucifer French kissed the lips of the statue.
"Never."
Lucifer let out a deep laugh in response to Azazel's words. He backed up from the statue. His head turned in Natasha's direction. "You did fine work."
The demon lord ran his fingers through his blonde strands of hair. He then gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.
"Thank you, your majesty," Natasha responded.
She attempted the worst curtsey Azazel had ever witnessed. Her small frame nearly crashed into the statue.
Lucifer softly patted her head, ruffling her soft hair with his fingers. Natasha purred in response to the gesture.
"At least you show me love, Luci," Natasha grinned while she looked over to Azazel.
"Are we done here?" Azazel sighed with a look of annoyance plastered across his features.
Emilia walked into the room. She grabbed the magic wand with a devilish smile on her face.
"What are you planning, love?" Lucifer asked her.
"More torture for Greg," she snickered. "He shall end up with the worst case of blue balls in history."
Azazel watched Emilia walk out of the room. Though, as he thought about her words, he was sure she was embarking on an impossible quest.
I am certain that title belongs to me.
The constant interruptions preventing the loss of his virginity were starting to grow old. If it continues, he may very well begin to lose all motivation.
'Natasha," Lucifer began. "For your next task, I am commissioning a statue of my dear wife.'
Natasha beamed with pride. "Yes, sir!"
Azazel finally remembered he was supposed to ask Lucifer about taking Luke to hell. He had become overly curious about the demonic realm, so he definitely wanted to see it with his own two eyes as well.
"So, Lucifer," Azazel said, looking over to the tall, blonde demon. "Are we able to take a trip to hell?"
Lucifer tilted his head to the side as he looked over at Azazel. He wondered why his so-called son was suddenly interested in seeing the sinister underworld.
"Why?" He asked with a smirk.
"Luke is interested in visiting for his research," Azazel replied.
The Lord of Hell's eyes sparkled with mischief when he heard those words. He had never invited a third party to explore and document the plight of his demonic kingdom. He was sure if anyone would be able to handle the sinister, it would be Luke.
"Alright," Lucifer agreed proudly. "Let's take Luke to hell."
Lucifer couldn't wait to terrify both Luke and Azazel with the fiery landscape that littered the pits of hell.