WARNING
Everything written here is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Reading is only for those over eighteen years of age. 🔞
This chapter contains: foul language and erotic content.
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Father, this year I will–the king interrupts him quickly.
Nope. Definitely not. Absolutely not. No. –Lucifer says firmly.
Why?! I can never participate in wars! I want to fight for you too.–Astaroth's eyebrows furrowed, irritated, as he asked his father.
I already told you that you won't go, no matter how much you beg me. Those hypocritical, treacherous angels... You could get hurt. It's very dangerous, If an archangel appears like last time and hits you...–Lucifer shakes his head to get rid of the negative thoughts– You will stay here, where it is safe.
Stop treating me like a child, father! It's been years and years and you still insist on keeping me in this castle!–the young man's tone of voice becomes louder and a little high pitched.
So stop acting like a spoiled child and just do what I say!–Lucifer said irritably.
Astaroth was silent for a few brief seconds and then said harshly, "Very well, my king." He turned his back on his father and left the throne room, his steps seemed so heavy that it seemed like he would sink into the ground. Halfway there, he met Satan again, the old Lord seemed to be heading towards the king, but Astaroth made sure to stop him and suddenly offend Satan – You are a fucking piece of shit. Why didn't you leave?! – The young master just wanted to take out his frustration and anger on something or someone, and Satan appeared at the right time.
What the hell, brat? – The lord says, raising an eyebrow.
I hate guys like you! You should just die!–Astaroth pushes Satan against the wall, gritting his teeth in anger.
Oh... I see you had a fight with your dear father. Is that why you're acting like an idiot? Are you feeling upset that daddy didn't do what you wanted, huh?– Satan says in a teasing and irritatingly childish tone of voice.
Shut up! Fuck this shit! - The young man says and releases Satan, he tries to just walk away, but is soon stopped by Satan's hand that grabs his wrist.
Damn kid, what's your problem?!–Satan put Astaroth against the wall. The servants nearby were worried, as Astaroth and Satan's fights were never physical.
Let me go!–the young man shouted furiously and tried to kick Satan but he grabbed Astar's leg and put it around his waist, pressing their groins together.–haa... You idiot... Get off me.
So stop taking your anger out on me, brat, I didn't even want to talk to you.– Satan retorted, but didn't move away, Astaroth wasn't trying to move away anymore either. However, when the old Lord leaned in to kiss him, he soon stopped in his tracks after seeing the sinister smile that Astaroth had on his face.
Come closer... Are you scared now, huh?–Astar says in a mocking tone.
I don't want to have my tongue ripped out. At least not today.–the Lord says, turning his face away again.
Astaroth pushed him and fixed his clothes and left without looking back, he quickened his steps and soon locked the door as soon as he arrived in his room. He could feel his cheeks getting warmer, turning into a light shade of red, and his breathing coming in short pants. He looked down at his suit and saw a small bulge under his clothes.–Fucking bastard...– He sighs heavily and heads towards the bathroom, he tries to calm down by taking a shower, but his hardness is still visible and insistent. He starts stroking his length up and down, thinking about Satan's lips, his muscular body and, fuck, those eyes were mesmerizing. He jerks off faster, his hands clenching slightly around his cock and he lets out low moans.–Fuck...hgn...him...That shitty old man–He curses Satan's name as he cums hard in his hand, thinking about that Lord. The water falls on his body, and Astaroth thinks about how he wants to kill himself right now for masturbating while thinking about Satan. He pushes those thoughts away and steps out of the shower, quickly getting dressed and heading back to work.
Satan's pov
After that quick encounter with the young master, Satan heads towards the throne room and stops in front of the huge wooden door. The Lord adjusts his clothes and takes a deep breath before opening the door, walking inside with a bright smile.
My dear friend! Astaroth looked upset when I saw him in the hallway. Did you two argue?–Satan asked as he walked towards the king, who had a displeased expression.
What are you doing here? I didn't want to see your face so soon.–Lucifer says almost growling angrily.
What did I do this time?–Satan says, his smile gradually diminishing.
Are you really asking me that? Is your memory that bad? There's no way you've completely forgotten about what happened earlier today, you with Astaroth.–Lucifer makes an expression of disgust.– I don't even want to think about it.
Pfft–Satan held back his laughter and soon continued speaking–Nothing happened between us.
Of course not, you were naked just for fun.–the king says ironically and rolls his eyes.
You know I don't sleep with clothes on, I just happened to take off Astaroth's clothes too.–Satan shrugs.
The clothes were torn.–Lucifer says.
Yes, I know, it's because he wouldn't stay quiet.–Satan looked away.
So you forced him to do it?! Your piece of s–Lucifer was interrupted.
No!–The Lord looked at Lucifer with wide eyes– What I meant was that he wouldn't stop talking and I just wanted to go to sleep! Nothing happened between us! Besides, if something had happened, he would have woke up sored.
Lucifer sighed deeply and nodded.–Okay, let's just change the subject already.
Yeah, well... About the war...–Satan says with a serious expression.
I just hope that bastard Zadkiel doesn't show up. That angel just irritates me.–Lucifer says.
You should be worried about Raphael, that always serious expression of his is what bothers me the most. He is unbearable. –Satan says rolling his eyes.
Anyway– the king sighed and leaned his back against the throne–, I will try to contact the other deadly sins to see if they will participate this year, since last time the angels managed to kill half of my imps... Not that I really care, but Astaroth likes them.