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I know I'm torturing
you with the lack of updates, but my Internet
connection is currently down and I can only publish while I'm at my
parent's place. If you haven't seen the movie “Dogma” you
won't get it, but the character Azrael I
use in this chapter was taken from there. I just loved that movie and
couldn't resist including him.

Morningstar: I
originally described the tattoos with shackles in mind, but while I
wrote the story changed a bit. I guess chapter 16 was lost during the
database problems, but I put it up again.

Warning: There will
once again be torture in this chapter, but only at the end and
nothing too graphic.

Chapter 17 – The second-in-command

John
once again found himself in Lu's throne room, but this time he wasn't
naked and hanging from the ceiling in chains, although that would
have been fun. A demon he had never seen before stood in front of Lu
and himself.

Like
Lucifer this demon was dressed in an immaculate white suit, trying to
hide what he really was. On the other side the horns on his head were
a dead give-a-way. Wondering what game Lu was playing now John lit
himself a cigarette before sinking down in the chair next to Lu's
throne. He simply assumed that it was his, he was second-in-command
after all.

“Ah John, let me introduce
you. This is Azrael, one of my most important generals. He will help
you with the task I have for you.” Comfortably stretching out
on his throne Lu stroked his fingers along John's leg, drawing small
circles close to the exorcist's groin.

Immediately
responding to the touch John felt his cock harden in his pants,
wanting to arch up into the Devil's touch. Lu grinned at him before
leaning over and letting his tongue flick over the shell of his ear,
sending shivers of lust through the former exorcist's body. He let a
moan escape from his mouth as Lu's teeth sunk into his earlobe, but
as soon as the Devil heard the tiny sound he let go of his consort.

“We don't have time for this
now. I didn't make you my second-in-command just because you are such
a pretty fuck.” Grinning over at John he continued. “I
have to tend to a civil war in India. I'll leave you in command.
Azrael will tell you everything you need to know.” And with
that he was gone, leaving a dumb-struck John in charge of hell.

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Huh? John was still trying to puzzle out what had just happened,
the blood residing in his groin rather than his brain making it hard
to concentrate. Lu had left him in charge of hell? That was
interesting. Although John had know that he held the title of
second-in-command he hadn't expected to ever be handed control over
hell. A sinister grin spread over his face as he contemplated all the
opportunities this offered him.

Power almost as great as that of God and he was the one
controlling it. John was shaken out of his musings as Azrael started
to speak. “Lucifer has told me to show you around and tell you
everything that has to be done in his absence.”

Nodding his consent John waited for the demon to continue. The
first thing that happened was a thick book falling down, obviously
appearing out of thin air. A layer of dust rose from the cover as it
hit the ground with a loud thud. The aura of evil that surrounded it
was filling the air, drawing John closer. “What's that?”

“The rules of hell. While you are in charge you should be
aware of the rules of the world, of how to bring souls into
damnation. Lucifer has demanded that you familiarize yourself with
the tome.”

No way was he learning all the crap that stood in there. John was
about to simply dismiss the book, but on an afterthought randomly
opened it. What he read there immediately perked his mood. He hadn't
expected the old thing to be good for anything other than gathering
dust, but the spell he had found could be of some use for him later.

He ignored Azrael, who tried to catch his attention by talking
constantly, while he focused completely on the book. If he
played it right it would easily work. But he could hardly concentrate
on the book, while the horned asshole was prattling about one thing
or another. And why the hell did the little fuck sound so panicked
and scared?

His internal question was immediately answered as he found himself
flung through the room, painfully colliding with the wall. What the
fuck? Getting up from the floor John was faced with Mammon, who had
entered the throne room, looking more than just a little pissed.

Azrael had disappeared as soon as John had hit the wall, leaving
the former exorcist alone with the son of Lucifer. Now that he
thought about it, he had never known what had happened to Mammon, who
had been second-in-command before him and
judging by his current mood hadn't given up the post willingly.

“You worthless human. I will teach you what it means to take
what is mine.” Like father like son. John couldn't help the
grin that spread over his face as he watched the demon come closer,
his hideous face contorted into a snarl.

“I will send you into the pit of damnation I had been banned
to and then I will take back my place.” Although he had only
heard about the pit of damnation from the demons, John remembered
that most of them shuddered at the mere mentioning of the name. Not
that he showed it on his face, but John still worried because
although Lucifer had given him demonic powers he had no idea, whether
they would be enough to defend himself against the son of the Devil.

And the dose of torture he had gotten from Lu had been enough for
his taste. Now would be a good time for Lucifer to show up again, but
when had he ever done what John wanted? The former exorcist barely
had time to ready himself, before Mammon attacked.

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It was a strange feeling to have both his mind and his body
assaulted at the same time. Mammon had thrown him to the ground, his
sharp talons sinking into the flesh of his back and sending needles
of pain through his body. At the same time the demon tried to enter
his mind, attempting to take over his body. If John had been faced
with only one of the two, he would have easily been able to fight it
off, but as it was he needed most of his power to keep Mammon out of
his body.

John was able to fight off the mental assault, frequently having
had to handle Midnite in such a fashion. In the past he had always
been annoyed at the Voodoo priest's constant attempts to break into
his mind, but now he was glad for the training they had given him. He
even managed to gain a short glimpse into Mammon's head, but what he
saw there made the bile rise up in his throat. John had seen many
things as exorcist and as hell's second-in-command, but Mammon's
visions of a perfect world were just too sick. No wonder that Lu kept
him locked away.

More pain joined the one in his back as Mammon flung him across
the room. John could hear the sickening sound of his bones breaking
as he smelled the tang of his blood in the air. His mental strength
was more than just a match for Mammon, but the demon easily
overpowered him physically. John tried to get up again, but the
poison coursing through his veins numbed his whole body. Cursing
under his breath he would have fallen down again, hadn't Mammon's
hand closed around his throat.

He knew that he couldn't be killed, but having his head torn off
by a pissed off demon would still hurt like hell. John tried to
squirm out of the tight grip Mammon had on his neck, but he simply
couldn't get out. Usually he would have thrown a stream of curses at
Lucifer's bratty son, but he didn't have the breath to do so.

“Now I'll send you to damnation.” Mammon's hot,
stinking breath was irritating his nose, the sickening smell
enveloping his senses. Strange how he suddenly felt so light-headed,
but that was probably either the poison or the blood
loss.

The room had already started to blur,
when the doors were suddenly flung open with a loud bang. Although he
was barely conscious John recognized the
white-clad figure that entered, calling out his name, before he sank
down to the ground. And then there was darkness.

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Lucifer looked over to his unconscious
consort, his anger once again flaring up. Although he had already
healed John, who was now stretched out on the luscious
bed they usually shared, Lu remembered the way his bloodied body had
looked.

So beautiful, all bloodied and beaten. But that wasn't the point.
What had angered him was that nobody but himself had the right to
hurt the former exorcist. Nobody touched what was his without his
permission and everyone who did so was risking severe punishment.
Just like his son.

His son, who was currently hanging down from the ceiling, his skin
hanging from his body in ribbons. Well, at least the bits that were
still attached. Lucifer grinned to himself, he should have already
done that eons ago.

The brat had always had too many liberties, questioning his
superiority whenever he got the chance. It
had already pissed Lu off to no end that Mammon had dared to ally
himself with an angel to take over hell, but that he had now dared to
touch his property was one step too far. Lucifer knew that he was far
too attached to his second-in-command, since he usually didn't care
what happened to the demons he ordered around.

But John was simply special. He had never before met a human, that
was so like himself and who could keep his interest for as long as
John did. Besides, the former exorcist had become a real asset to
hell, creating pain and misery amongst the people he hated. Maybe he
should let John have a go at Mammon, on the other hand his son was
also one of his possessions and thus was also his to hurt and
destroy.

Still contemplating that thought Lucifer poured holy water over
the demon's body, the smell of burning flesh filling the room as
steam rose from his body. Lu was distracted from his task as he noted
movement out of the corner of his eyes. His consort was finally
coming awake.

TBC...
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