The room was dark, the torches unlit. The curtains were drawn across the window. The fireplace was empty. It was so still. So quiet. Even the screaming of the Damned seemed muffled. Kaitlyn's pulse began to race as she gazed down on the bed.

Could he really be sleeping? But Jacob said that angels didn't sleep. Then again, Satan couldn't really be considered an angel anymore, could he?

He was on his back, his black silk sheet pulled up to his waist. His muscular arms were up by his head. He almost looked ... innocent. His beautiful face was turned to the side away from her, gleaming dimly with its angel aura like it always did. Kaitlyn clenched her fists by her sides, fighting the sudden urge to go over and brush her fingers over his handsome cheek.

His beautiful face. Could it really be the same face as the one she'd last seen? Deathly white with its soulless eyes? It was hard to conceive now. How could something so beautiful be so dreadful?

Kaitlyn took a step back, then another. She was about to leave, when he suddenly turned his head. His blue eyes gleamed at her between heavily hooded eyelids. His dark lashes were so long and full they looked like they came from a doll. 'Don't leave.'

'I must.'

'Please.'

'You hurt me.'

'Yes. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Sometimes I can get a little too ... excited.'

She took another step back.

'You are condemning me for wanting to be with you? I thought I found you. Weren't you excited?' The skin between his eyes creased. 'If only just a little bit?'

Kaitlyn nodded. 'No.'

He smiled. 'I liked you saying my name. Say it again.'

'No.'

'Say it again, Kaitlyn.'

'Lucifer.'

He closed his eyes, then opened them again. 'Who would have thought it would sound so nice between your lips? Sit with me. I've been so lonely since you left.'

Kaitlyn took a step towards him, then stopped herself. 'Leave me alone.'

'I'll never leave you alone. Not while you belong to me.' His eyes flashed. 'Sit.' His command echoed around the room.

Kaitlyn did so, though right on the edge of the bed. His arms remained up by his head, resting comfortably. There was some hair in his armpits. A little on his chest.

But he was no man.

'It's not going to work,' she said.

'Even if I let you touch me any way you want? As an apology for what I almost did?'

His eyes bored into hers. Kaitlyn dropped her gaze to his silk sheet. She stroked her fingers over its smoothness. 'You never answered me about my parents.'

'Fine,' he snipped. 'They're not here. They're in heaven, happy and content and bathing in God's divine light. There I said it. Does that make you feel better?'

Kaitlyn looked at him. He was watching her steadily, a slight curl to his upper lip.

'I don't believe you,' she said.

'And that's the problem, isn't it? If I told you they were down here burning for eternity in my hellfires, would you believe me then?'

Kaitlyn glared. 'I hate the way you manipulate me.'

'If you'd simply come to me, I wouldn't have to manipulate you. Now,' he turned his face towards the ceiling, 'do what you will with me. Hurt me. Love me. Hate me. Have me any way you want.'

Kaitlyn hesitated. 'Why?'

'Always so many questions.' He was sounding angry now. 'You think I'm the one with the power here? You're wrong. Who's in need of whom, Kaitlyn?' He reached down and whipped off his sheet. 'Do what you will.' Resting his arm back up by his head, he waited.

Kaitlyn stared at him. At his perfect, muscular body. At his long legs. At his strong arms. At his tight abdomen. Her mouth watered. The blood pooled in her hips. She raked her eyes over the long, hard stretch of his erection. She swallowed and turned towards the door. It was standing open, waiting for her.

She stood from the bed but didn't get any further. Move. Move. MOVE! But her feet were stuck to the floor. Kaitlyn looked down at herself. She was wearing the simple nightie the nun had given her. Though it was the most unattractive thing she'd ever worn, her breasts still pressed against the fabric. She could feel the fabric rubbing against her nipples. It clung to her hips. No matter how it looked, it still made her feel like a woman.

It was too easy to get off, slipping to the floor with a rustle. Kaitlyn dropped her underwear on top. The mattress sank beneath her weight as she knelt beside him.

She stared. 'Lucifer.'

'Kaitlyn.' He trailed his eyes up her body appreciatively.

Her hand was trembling as she laid it against his chest where his heart should have been. But there was no heart. Just as there were no organs and no blood and ... no brain? He wasn't real. This wasn't real.

Jacob. Jacob was the same and he was real. Jacob. Remember him? She pulled her hand away.

'Put it back, Kaitlyn,' he said.

She did. His blue eyes gleamed as she thumbed his nipple. It turned hard beneath her touch. Stop it. Stop it!

'Just do it, Kaitlyn. You must know by now that you can't fight the inevitable.'

Don't listen to him. Don't listen! He's a liar!

Leaning over, she sucked his nipple into her mouth, then began lapping at it with her tongue. It made Satan suck in a breath, which tightened the muscles in his already hard stomach. But he did nothing. He didn't touch her. He didn't move. All he did was speak her name: 'Kaitlyn'. And the way he said it made her heart flutter.

Kaitlyn pulled away and took a deep breath. Fight it. Fight it! It took all her willpower simply to wrench her eyes away and glance towards the door.

'Kaitlyn.' Again, his voice was commanding.

She turned back. Between his muscular legs, he was so hard that it was bobbing its head. The skin was so tight that it shone. It was flushed and thick, ready and waiting. It made the muscles in her pelvis tug.

'Do it!' he snapped.

She grabbed it. It was so warm. So smooth. So real. It seemed like forever since she'd last touched it.

As she held his shaft in one hand, she reached down with the other to feel his balls. Satan spread his legs a as she massaged them in her hand. The muscles in his abdomen tightened further. Kaitlyn felt something warm and wet trickle over her fingers. It was a bead of semen. He'd come a little.

Satan's eyelids flickered. He gave a little groan. He was so tense. The muscles in his arms were bulging. She could see the powerful cording in his neck. His lips were pulled back as he gritted his teeth. He was clawing onto his pillow as he fought to maintain control.

For the first time she was in control.

But why? What was he up to?

She paused again. What she was doing was wrong. There was no excuse now. He was giving her the choice. He was giving her a chance to refuse. She should take it. The door was open. Again, she turned her head, staring at the entrance.

'Kaitlyn!'

She whipped her head back. He was glaring at her with his blue eyes, panting, tense, waiting.

She stared back at him, paralysed, and it was then she suddenly realised that this was all just an illusion. He wasn't giving her control at all. If anything, it made her feel more powerless. Even when given the option, she still couldn't resist him. All he was doing was making her see how weak she truly was.

You think I'm the one with the power here? You're wrong.

Such lies. Why did he have to always lie?

And yet Kaitlyn's mouth was watering. Her cheeks were hot. Her hips were aching.

'Do it, Kaitlyn. I will not ask again. '

Swinging over her leg, she straddled his pelvis. Leaning over, she dragged her tongue up along his torso, his chest, between his nipples. He tasted sweet.

'That's it,' Satan said, arching his neck as his eyes rolled. All the veins were popping up along the insides of his arms.

When she reached his Adam's apple, she turned to the nape of his neck and began sucking at it. And she sucked hard. She sucked and sucked until it must have hurt him, and when she pulled away she saw she'd left a welt behind.

It didn't bother Satan. His eyes were glittering. A smile tugged at his lips. Kaitlyn didn't smile back, hating herself. And still it didn't stop her from sliding her hands into his and kissing him on the mouth. First it was just the lips, tender and sweet. Then their tongues met and it was wild and hungry. Her heart thundered. The blood roared in her veins.

She pulled away, panting. She was so hot. She was throbbing so badly between the legs. Her whole body was throbbing. Releasing his hands, she gripped his hips, digging her fingers in just like he'd done to her. She dug and she dug, driven by her rage, driven by her lust. It didn't hurt him. In fact, it seemed to make him hunger for her more. She could see it in the glint in his eyes, in the curve of his mouth. No. It wasn't hunger. She tried to put a word to it ...

Triumphant. That was it. He looked triumphant.

Fight him. Fight him!

You're so weak. You're so pathetic, snarled a cruel voice.

You're an ideal vessel for the Dark One's rebirth. Father Bartholomew's blood spilled through her mind. Kaitlyn dug her fingers in deeper. What did the priest know about being perfect? He'd tried to murder her!

And now he was dead.

Nobody was perfect.

She could feel his shaft pressing up against her. She could feel how hot it was sitting up between her labia. How hard it was. It would feel so good to have him inside her. To fill that empty spot that seemed to be growing and growing at every passing moment.

She reached for it. Her mind demanded that she stop. Her conscience shouted that she be strong. But her body was the loudest—it screamed. Somewhere deep in the pit of her pelvis, something tightened, then released, flooding her body with a heat so strong it made her neck burn and filled her face with heat. Her heart kicked against her ribcage.

Just do it!

Holding his shaft at the ready, she lifted herself up, then lowered herself. Satan watched her with his glittering eyes, his mouth still curved in that triumphant smile.

It stung a little as his thick tip parted her lips. But then he was in, and it was all pleasure form there. She took a breath as their pelvises met. He was buried so deeply she could feel his tip pressing up against her cervix. He was so thick it sent all those millions of nerves inside her vagina tingling.

Slowly, she rocked. And still, Satan didn't move, his hands still up by his head, letting her do what she wanted. Kaitlyn gazed back into his handsome face. Her heart fluttered. She tingled, then burned. She felt a second hot flush rush up her body. And yet it didn't hit the spot. It didn't feel right.

She stopped. 'Take me,' she said breathlessly before she could stop herself. 'I want you to take me as you always do.'

He stared at her. For a moment she thought he might refuse. Then his eyes darkened and he smiled. 'Anything you want.'

Lowering his arms, he seized onto her hips. Kaitlyn shrieked as he suddenly flipped her over onto her back. She gasped as his shaft slid out of her. It bobbed between their legs, wet and shining and red.

He stared down on her with his determined gaze. Leaning over, he kissed her—hard, his tongue down her throat, his lips mashing against hers. Down between her legs, she felt his erection searching for her opening. She felt her lips peel back as he found it. She arched her neck with a gasp as he thrust hard and deep.

And then he was pounding into her.

Clawing his fingers into her scalp, he leaned over further and began sucking at the side of her neck, just as hard as she'd sucked him. It hurt. It stung. But she didn't stop him, urging him to continue as she rolled her hips along with his.

He was thrusting so fast it was difficult to keep up. With a growl, he arched his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Kaitlyn reached back and gripped onto the headboard. He was already so close—she could feel it. Just as she was close. The tendons in his neck bulged. All the big muscles in his shoulders swelled. With a roar that echoed around the cavernous room, he shuddered.

Kaitlyn cried out as she came too, rocking along with him as he continued with his thrusting. She could feel it. She could feel the warmth of his ejaculate coating her insides. One day it would be inside her for real—and the thought made her heart leap.

Finally, he stopped. His eyes rolled back to their normal place. There was spittle on his chin. His arms trembled. His abdominal muscles flexed and clenched as he panted.

Kaitlyn gasped as he pushed his erection in deeper. His biceps swelled as he clawed his hands into her pillow. He pushed himself in deeper still. Leaning over, he sucked at one of her breasts. He gnawed, he mauled, until it hurt. Kaitlyn grabbed onto his head with a cry. Then she felt it—the hardening inside her. The swelling. He was fully erect again.

'No more,' she gasped.

But he wouldn't listen, still biting her breast as he began thrusting into her.

'No more.'

Raising his head, he looked into her eyes. And that was when she saw it again—that fire, that glow. So deep it was blood red. Sometimes I can get a little too ... excited.

'Stop!'

His grin broadened. Pinning down her hands, he mashed his mouth against hers. If she thought it had been wild before, it was nothing to this. He engulfed her mouth as though he wanted to eat her. He sucked. He bit. He chewed. He shoved his tongue so far down her throat she gagged. And all the while he thrust into her like an animal.

And all Kaitlyn could do was let him.