DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains implicit sexual scenes. May not be suitable for the ages under 15.

Leviathan burst into his chambers, nearly blasting the doors from their hinges. He panted, his body was rigid, as his father’s words boiled in his head. All his focus, all his relentless training, meant nothing if he was going to be mocked like that. Why couldn’t he see?! If Lucious hadn’t got in the way, he would’ve dispatched that wolf with ease, but no, things could never go smoothly with Lucious around! All he did tonight was highlight how pitiable his life was, and promote himself to his father’s favourite arse.

Pathetic!

‘Aaargh!’ He pitched a glassed jar against the wall, smashing it to pieces. It wasn’t enough.

‘Ma-master? Is that you?’

The small distant voice came from further inside the room. There were other sounds, muffled cries. At first, he was confused, but slowly, realisation came. He had left them here to marinate since before the banquet. He walked into the small closet chamber that adjoined his bedroom, and there they were. His expression remained cold, but his gaze was intent and his tail moved sinuously.

He appreciated the view: pinned to the wall against a large metal wheel was a girl whose arms and legs were bound to each rounded corner. She wore red silk undergarments, her eyes blindfolded with a black cloth. Two girls on their knees, with just as little clothing, were beneath her on the floor, their legs bound with red rope, their wrists cuffed in front with a kind of black leather rubbery material, and their mouths were strapped with gags, and rubber rings. They trained their eyes on him with a strange mix of fear and hunger.

‘Master… please. Is that really you?’ said the blindfolded one on the metal wheel.

‘Who else would it be?’

‘Please, the straps, they are hurting my arms. It’s been too long and I-’

‘Shut it.’ He hissed.

The girl trembled but did not say more. Leviathan watched them for a long time. He hadn’t planned to leave them here for so long, but he stuck around at the banquet since for once, things had got interesting.

No matter. They were looking riper now, ready for the taking.

The three human souls he had been cultivating for so long. He had introduced them to a world of pain and pleasure they could no longer live without. They were irrevocably his to do whatever he wanted. His anger still threatened his mood, but his body was being more honest than he cared to admit. This was after all, his favourite play.

‘Where are you, master? Please, won’t you say anything?’ The girl on the wheel again.

The girls on the floor attempted to crawl to him, but their ropes made them stumble. They whimpered for him. One of them got close enough to press and rub herself on his leg. Good. They were becoming more daring, more impatient.

Their smell was beautiful. Though thick with lust, it was still nothing like Lucious’ precious soul from earlier. Hers had been untainted, unblemished, that sweet scent. Leviathan gritted his teeth. Even at picking souls, his brother bested him. Even now, with this enticing scene in front of him, his mind remained unsettled and kept going back to the banquet.

No. Not now.

He’d be damned if he was going to let it ruin his most prized pastime. He moved toward the girl on the wheel while knocking aside the ones on the floor. Before he could touch her, his tail already hovered over her.

‘M-my body, master… it is yours. Please, hurry...’

‘Your body? But I want so much more than that.'

'Take it! Anything you want, it is yours.'

‘Shhh. Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? When did you become so greedy?’ He hissed in low tones. His tail brushed the girl’s skin, inflaming it with red marks. She gasped, and squirmed at its touch. When the tail’s fangs finally pierced her skin, just below the collarbone, she spasmed and moaned.

‘Its… it’s too deep… I prefer your touch.’

‘You keep talking without permission.’

Leviathan licked the droplets of blood that escaped the corner of the tail’s mouth, and ran down to the girl’s belly. She writhed more at the touch of his tongue. Feasting on just her excitement, his eyes turned red. His tail, with a will of its own, settled on the girl’s neck and its fangs continued to drain her.

‘Stop.’ He commanded, and at once, his tail pulled away from the girl. When he looked at her again, the girl’s head flopped sideways.

‘Saaa-miii-raaa, this won’t do. We're just getting started, I need you to keep up. Just a minute ago, weren’t you begging for me? You wanted this, remember?’ He said as his eyes turned white, and her neck wounds healed.

He lifted her chin, and pulled her blindfold, searching her face. When she winced, gasped and opened her eyes, Leviathan greeted her with a chilling smile. Her yearning was still there, her eyes melted with desire. With every breath she drew, she still wanted more. She wanted him.

‘That’s my girl.’ — He said lowering her blindfold once more. — ‘Shall we continue?’

**

He couldn’t remember when it all started, these bedroom affairs. It wasn’t so much that he took pleasure in the torture itself, but it was the craving, the desire they had for him, that filled him with a kind of momentary bliss. He had used and tortured countless souls over the years, until he had depleted them entirely. Some ended up so drained their only use was to become grey slaves, others simply lost themselves to madness. Yet, to wield the power to transform them, to render them incapable of living without him... how could he not keep coming back for more?

Twisted? Maybe.

It did become an addiction of sorts. It was long since he rid himself of any remorseful feelings. He didn’t care whether what they felt for him was real or not, he needed it. He had forged this gratifying pleasure for himself ever since everyone else pulled away. He had found those who wanted him, it was his touch that brought them to life, that was enough.

When he was born, Leviathan was the most cherished of the Devil’s children, rumoured to be the most beautiful child. Hell’s court bewildered at the contradiction that he was: a seed from Satan himself, so unblemished and so undemonic like. By the age of four, little Levi grasped all the attention, and love from his parents and Hell’s court. Beelzebub, his older brother, was mature and talented enough to accompany their father on his conquests, leaving little Levi to be the centre of their mother’s world. Odiva was a loving and constant presence, never letting him out of her sight.

One morning, right after his fifth birthday, Levi woke up to see his mother’s expression and everyone else’s change. It was with an alarmed curiosity that they all regarded his new tail. It had just appeared overnight.

It was normal, expected even, for a demon child to first develop their horns or some fur around the chest to match their father’s. A natural occurrence when the child reached puberty. This was especially true for Satan’s children who tended to mature faster. However, this long, thin, black whip that grew on him was too premature. It danced back and forth with a mean sting to it; it did not belong. Not even the elders could explain it, although some theorised that it might have come from his mother Odiva, the Seer.

The Seers were a powerful clan with obscure powers that few trifled with. Their abilities were seconded perhaps only by their breath-taking beauty. Rumours had it that their chosen partners never lasted long, mysteriously disappearing after impregnating them. Only Satan had been brave enough to venture into matrimony with one of them, and survive after two child-births. The length of his survival had never been made clear: Was it because he was insanely powerful, or was it the Seer's love that allowed him to live...

The Seers also had the gift of foresight, and they had the ears of powerful nobles which could prevent or incite wars, but no one truly grasped the extent of their power. It was said their male offspring couldn't inherit their powers, but as though in exchange, they grew up to become the most magnificent of warriors. Perhaps this tail was another form to manifest their power on the young prince. Odiva never confirmed or denied as much.

In time, everyone gave in, and indeed found the tail suited him, they even jested: At last, the Devil’s child looks like a demon! He was too frail looking, almost like a human! Now for sure he is one of us, a true demon.

They would even dismiss the erratic but small stings from the tail, like those caused by a wasp.

Until servants started dying.

Hell bent on attacking anyone who approached Levi, the tail proved to have an insatiable hunger. He was much too young to understand, or learn to control it. It controlled him.

As he grew, so did it, and so did the killings: pets, sitters, school friends, it made no distinctions. Those more cautious began pulling away, but most still carefully brushed aside unimportant losses. He was Satan's son after all, the youngest prince of seven kingdoms, and the most likely heir to Satan’s throne. At a frightening pace, he was becoming all-powerful, no longer rumoured to be the most beautiful child in Hell, but destined to be the most ruthless ruler.

One fateful day his mother came too close, from behind, as she often did to surprise him.