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When one thinks of Hell, the automatic scenes that come to mind are fire and brimstone and little red imps with horns and pitchforks, including the ruler of Hell - Lucifer, Satan, Prince of Darkness, etc. He has many names after all. But, the King of Hell was like a living statue instead with a body like a sculpted Greek statue, skin ivory white, jet black hair and icy blue hues. The embodiment of beauty some would say. And Hell was more than all of that. It is a vast land of jagged mountains and rocky outcrops on the outer edges. Towards the inner part, there was the capital with dark buildings and a palace off to the side surrounded by ample security. And outside the capital were the sections or districts of the nine circles of Hell.... each one corresponding to the souls and demons associated with a specific sin.
Lucifer, the sinful beauty mentioned above, stood on the balcony of the palace as he looked down at his subjects below with a cold look. He knew there was discontent in his lands, honestly when isn’t there, but he wasn't sure if it was like multiple events in the past of protesting demons outside the palace gates or something else. Whatever it was, he knew it would entertain him no matter what. One over a millennia old does get bored at times after all.
Not many were foolish enough to think they could kill the King of Hell. Countless angels and demons alike had tried before, each ending in horrible, agonizing failure. But, none of them had been Arthur, a rebel skilled enough with magic that he could infuse a blade with enough holy water to bring down a small army of demons. It would take that amount of power to kill something as eternal as the King of Hell, which is why said blade was hidden under his clothing.
It had been hard sneaking into hell’s most fortified abode. In fact, many thought it was impossible. Arthur was nothing if not resourceful, however, and had been chosen for this particular task because of it. It was simple enough to seduce and subdue the lower level guards, snake around the higher officers who wouldn’t be tricked by mere temptation, and captured himself a weak servant who passed by at the wrong moment. So now, he trotted along the long halls of the castle in a stolen servant’s uniform, a small plate with a drink sitting carefully in his hands to further his illusion.
Reaching his destination, he lifted one icy hand and knocked on the door before slowly cracking it open. He was certain most servants would wait for permission to enter, but Arthur was sure he could feign ignorance long enough to get his knife to the king’s throat. “Your majesty?” He asked as he stepped inside, his accent fluttering about the room. It was a rather helpful perk for an incubus, since for some strange reason many humans simply adored the way he spoke, even some demons fancied it. It made feeding easier. “I brought you a drink, someone said you requested one.” It was a bold face lie, not that Arthur cared. He blinked up at the figure whose back was turned to him and even from here he could see why so many would mistake him as a beautiful angel rather than a sadistic demon.
Alfred, though he uses his other name Lucifer more, heard a rather delightful voice enter his personal chambers. He tilted his head to the side, a flash of curled ram’s horn at the side appeared but he remained immobile still. A smirk pulled his pale lips upwards before slowly turning to coolly regard the servant standing there.
“You are new. Normally, one must request my permission to enter but judging by your appearance, you are still ah,.... learning the ropes it seems.” Came his reply, sinfully dark and smooth. “What is the pretty red head’s name?” He murmured, striding towards Arthur in a predatory manner before circling him. Icy blue hues drew upon his form, lips quirking into a sinister grin. “My, my... an incubus. I wasn’t aware of your kind being hired as servants.”
Green eyes narrowed slightly. Taking in the appearance of the man that stalked closer, Arthur understood what people meant when they claimed the handsome king was sin personified. “I apologize for the intrusion, your majesty.” He told him, allowing himself to be circled. He was no stranger to ogling eyes, such was the life of a demon of his nature. There was, however, an icy feeling pricking at his skin as if he were prey being hunted by a much larger beast. He did his best to shut down that vulnerable ache and keep his thoughts focused. “My name is Arthur.” He found no harm in telling the truth, his name wouldn’t hold any power to a dead man.
But, he couldn’t help the small, satisfied smirk that crossed his face at the royal’s deduction. “I’ve been told we are much easier on the eyes than some...other demons. Surely an incubus is more satisfying for you to look at than some angry beast?” He was certain there were more incubi and succubi around somewhere, but as drink-serving butlers he highly doubted. Their talents were most likely being used in more creative ways. “I hope you don’t find my presence offensive, your highness. But, I must insist you drink before it gets too cold.” He urged. He knew he couldn’t rush things if he wanted his plan to work, but he couldn’t stop the eager twitch of his fingers as he offered the drink with a polite smile. “It really would be a shame if it was wasted, after all.”
He was all seven sins personified, but the biggest was Pride. It was Pride that made him Fall, technically casted out. When the pretty redhead demon spoke, Lucifer hummed softly in acknowledgement. “Arthur.....” The king uttered out in almost a purr, testing how it rolled off his tongue with ease.
“Yes, your lot is quite easy on the eyes. Even more so than as you said, ‘An angry beast’.” The king mused out. Yes there were succubi and incubi located but more in private chambers of his guest's or council’s rooms. But never were any rumored to be in the King’s. Yes Lucifer was known to toy and gain pleasure now and then but it was never permanent. Hence never quite finding a Queen yet.
At the quip to drink, he leaned over to pluck the glass off the tray and swirled the liquid inside. Just as he raised the glass to drink from it, the King immediately lowered it before offering it to Arthur. “You taste it first. After all, I’ve never seen you around before. And it is custom for the servants to try my food and drink before I partake. “ He stated with an amused look upon his face.
Arthur had to suppress a shiver at the sound of his name on the other’s lips. It wasn’t often he felt such a physical reaction because of another person. More often than not, he was the one causing it for them. “I suppose your subordinates simply decided they wanted more eye candy around.” Arthur dismissed easily. They were in hell, not many demons had any shame left when it came to blatant, physical desire. So, wanting a few lustful servants wouldn’t be hard to believe.
His mouth flicked into a small grin when the other male took his drink, only to be teased with it instead. For a moment, Arthur considered letting his lack of amusement show, but figured it would be better to play nice a bit longer. Besides, he didn’t expect it to be that easy, and part of that made this all the more fun. “Not a very trusting king, I see. That is rather smart.” The British demon raised an eyebrow and offered a vampish grin, but took the glass nonetheless. “If you wanted company while you drank you should have said something sooner. I could have brought two glasses instead so we didn’t have to share, your highness.” He spoke breathily, obviously not trying to hide the suggestive tone in his voice. He was sure most servants also didn’t outright flirt with the King of Hell either, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. His flirting tended to give him whatever it was he was after, and in this case, it was a distraction.
The crimson-headed demon brought the drink to his mouth and smirked as he licked his lips clean after he pulled away. “See? It’s fine.” He stated with a light chuckle, reaching out to take the larger man’s hand and placed the glass back in it. He let his touch linger and stepped closer, despite knowing he could easily be killed in an instant if he made a wrong move. “Are you always so suspicious of new staff?” He had to admit, he had considered dropping holy water into food for the man, but he knew better than to do something quite that obvious.
Lucifer was rather sensual when he wanted to be, especially when pretty things caught his eye. Yet again, he does have Lust within him. Sorry Arthur, you need to crank up the sexual aspect. He needs someone to match his ah, highly sexual side so to say. "Perhaps so, which I don't mind if they looked beautiful, like you. " he murmured, his lip moving up just a hair into a dark grin.
It wasn't the first time he was poisoned after all many demons and angels vied for his existence to be eradicated. "No, not at all. You don't get to be a trusting King with over a millennia of knowledge. Hmm it is. Most Kings that are trusting end up dead. " he stated as matter of fact. "I didn't know I was having a drink with someone beautiful. " He darkly purred out, icy blue hues flashing slightly. "But I know the drink is safe if it is shared." He clicked his tongue slightly, moving an arm up to run through that inky black hair.
He allowed his hand to grasp the glass, eyes slowly dragging up and down Arthur's form, arousal flickering within those icy blues, almost as if imagining in undressing the incubus before him. "Oh very much. I don't know where they come from,... usually one of the Circle Districts wanting to gut me. But you, you came from the second circle no? Or was it merely the red light district that employs the most incubi and succubi from that District? No matter what, this uniform does not suit you. Something with.... lace or frills would do much better..." He growled out lustfully, moving a hand to lightly rest upon Arthur's hip.
"I have to admit, I didn't think the King of the Damned was one for flattering his help." Or, perhaps, it was just fun for him to pretend he couldn't have literally anything he wanted.
The smaller demon set the decorative plate down, abandoning it in favor of running his slender hand up the other's arm that was now holding his hip. He couldn't deny the power he felt in just that one hand, and as he ran his fingers across the king's skin. He knew he was strong physically as well. The Brit tilted his head up, a slight quirk to his small grin. "It sounds as if you'd prefer for me to undress than be in this uniform. I can't say I'm not honored." He allowed his hands to roam upward until he had his arms around the black haired demon's neck. "If you find my attire so disagreeable, I'm certain we can compromise to find something that suits your taste."
He withdrew one hand and instead used it to undo the top buttons of his stolen shirt. It would make grabbing the knife he had hidden inside much easier, and under the assumption he simply wanted to undress. He gripped the handle of the blade under his shirt, but pushed his body meekly against the bigger one in front of him to hide his movements and attempted a kiss to his jaw for extra measure. "I don't think you really care where I'm from though." He muttered, steeling himself to go for the man's throat he was kissing.
"Heh, only a select few I can flatter as much as I want." He murmured before a faint hum sounded from the devil king, lightly squeezing the red headed incubus's hip. What power Arthur could feel was barely compared to what was deep down in the dark haired king. He is physically strong as well, seen by the muscles flexing just with simple movements. "Perhaps~ Oh would love to see you in one of the female uniforms which are,... lace and frills. You would look so inviting to me like that. That I would love to see." He murmured softly.
Lucifer moved his hand from the other's hip to his lower back to keep Arthur close, especially since the redhead pressed up against him. "No.... not at all. Someone's actions are different from where they are from in my opinion. Yet my interest since you are here,... is how good you are in bed?" Came his darkened whisper.
The incubus let out a short laugh. “If that’s what you wish, your majesty. I do promise I look very good in a skirt.” He told him, running his free hand down the king’s chest and managing to slip it under the fabric to feel the skin instead. He took his time placing kisses and bites along his jaw and across his throat. He couldn’t help think about what a filling meal it would be to lie with a man like this. No other demon or human could really compare, after all.
Arthur felt himself smirk, a gesture he was sure the king could feel against his skin as he glided his lips over it. “Oh, darling, I’m the absolute best. Like nothing you’ve ever had in your bed before.” He assured, twisting his tail around to wrap playfully around the taller man’s leg.
Unfortunately, his banter was prematurely cut by furious yelling echoing down the corridor. It wasn't too close yet, but Arthur knew it was now or never. No doubt one of the dead bodies he had disposed of earlier was found and the first thing the guards would do would be check on their ruler. Knowing he was quickly running out of time, Arthur gripped the dagger tightly before pulling it out and plunging it towards the royal’s neck. Demons were much more resilient than humans, it was true, but he was certain even Lucifer himself was killable if struck with enough divine power in the right spot.
"Oh do you now Arthur? Makes me want to order you into one of them. I do believe red and black are your colors after all." A pleased hum sounded from the King, enjoying the kisses and bites. It had been quite awhile since he was with any demon in an intimate manner. Little affection wouldn't hurt. And if Arthur were to sleep with Lucifer, he would feed him for a couple of weeks without begging for food every couple of days or week.
Lucifer tilted his head slightly to look down, having felt that smirk. "Now that is saying something since I've been with a ton of angels and demons,... even humans as well. I have yet to find someone who is the best. And everyone has said that~ What makes you so special? Hm?"
The King did hear the yelling down the corridor, raising an eyebrow as to what it was. Oh yes, Lucifer was killable. Of what means, well those were a secret of course. Something maybe one or two trusted demons knew about but sworn to utmost secrecy. The moment the blade struck the King's neck, a deep, dark laugh sounded within the room. The King that Arthur had a hold of shimmered away and before Arthur realized it, a hand was upon his throat and he was slammed against the wall as an iron grip was upon the wrist holding the blade. "That was a rather interesting display for a little kitten. Not many get this far in trying to kill me. Now.... who are you? And why have you come to kill me?" The actual King uttered, the 'king' killed was merely a physical illusion meant as a decoy.
“Shit!” Arthur let out a gasp when his victim evaporated into nothing, not having time to do anything before he was slammed against a wall and was struggling for air. Realizing the trick that had been played, he couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified, but even an incubus had a little pride to keep. “W-What, not even a thank you for not trying to poison you? At least I was a bit more creative than that.” He stuttered, his free hand coming up to instinctively claw at the bigger one trapping his throat.
“I can think of ah...a lot of reasons to want you dead. What mine is doesn’t really matter, does it?” He managed through shaky breaths. He knew his personal plight held no weight over such a cruel heart, and he wasn’t too keen on spilling his truths out to a man he adamantly despised. “E-Either way, hah...you’re going to kill me, so why waste my breath?” He wouldn’t have much longer left soon anyway. If he were lucky his death would be quick, but he had a sinking feeling that quick deaths weren’t exactly common with Lucifer involved. “I told you my name already...I guess I shouldn't have been so smug and...told you the truth.”
He knew his feat of actually getting into the palace was a noteworthy one, countless had tried before only to fail with rather excruciating results. But, it was hard to be cocky when a figment of torture was looming over you. At least he took a few guards down with him, and by the growing sounds of angry soldiers, they weren’t too happy about that. If he was unlucky enough, maybe he'd become their new play thing to seek out vengeance as they saw fit.
Lucifer loomed over the incubus, not caring his hand was getting clawed. “You have more class than most demons. An unintelligent one would use poison, since it is readily available in Hell. It is also the most uncreative method to use. No you, my dear kitty, have claws. In more ways than one. And you are very creative and intelligent to get this far. Only one or two have gotten to this point, neither of them trying to seduce me then kill. I applaud your efforts.” Came the amused, dark voice.
“And they are....?” Lucifer trailed off, head tilted. “Please don’t say for injustice towards demons or being oppressed. I hear of those squabbles every day. Oh it does greatly. I want to know what this kitty has to say.” He was curious after all. Not many get this far as he stated. He loves those with enough gumption to do that... and a lot of fire in their twisted soul. Is that so Arthur? “ The devil king hummed out.
Didn’t take long for the soldiers to appear, with weapons raised and pointed to the redhead. Clamoring from the group varied from asking about his, Lucifer’s, safety to the fact they found the body of the guard. Lucifer ignored them as he stared at Arthur with a dark look, mentally debating about the incubus’s fate.
“Ha, class isn’t a word I...often hear used for my kind. Usually I’m just being called a whore...I suppose I should be honored.” The incubus forced out, not failing to notice the way his breathing only got more labored at the effort. But, he couldn’t help the roll of his eyes and a mischievous grin that passed his lips at the king’s guesses as to why he was here. It would be easy to come to that conclusion, after all many did feel that way. But this was Hell and Arthur had no intentions of pitying sinners.
“To be honest...I don’t really give a fuck about any of that ‘injustice’ shite. It’s not really my problem and it’s not why I’m here.” His smirk curled into a half snarl, wanting nothing more than to rip that shit-eating grin off the taller man’s face in rather bloody ways. “I came here for myself, for my own reasons.” He told him, taking a moment to catch his breath, though he quickly felt himself becoming light headed from the lack of air. “Reasons I’m sure someone who was cast out could understand quite well...hah, though I suppose it didn’t end too badly for you...landing h-here as a king. But not...n-not all who fall are quite that lucky, your majesty.” In fact, most angels that fall don't survive very long at all, if they even make it through their demonic transformation in the first place.
Arthur let his green eyes flicker to the bumbling lot that came trudging through the door, growling at one demon who got particularly close with a sword. The idiot guard poked at the trapped assassin with the blade as if to mock him, only to get near enough for Arthur to swipe him across his stupid face with his sharp nails the second he got too close. Really, Arthur wondered how more intruders didn’t manage to sneak through if they were all dumb enough to forget he had a free hand to attack them with, even if he was pinned.
"I am not like most demons. There are whores, yes. Prostitutes if on the streets. Many names one can give your kind. But.... it is class to do what you attempted to do, little kitten. Your kind also makes the best spies as well. All the clients coming in tell the juiciest of secrets. " Oh he knew the other was having a hard time breathing, not caring at the moment....yet.
"See? A demon of my own heart.... I'm king. Aww kitty,... no need for such a snarl. I'm afraid I can bite a lot worse than you." He smirked. "Again kitten, why are you here? I will get it out of you one way or another. Casted out? Hm? So it is one of the sins. My reasons for being casted out are other than Pride, mind. Well yes then given the position I had been given I had the reason to be King as the first Fallen. Mm no not always which is a shame." Oh that is correct, and it takes a lot of will to turn and not pass after either Falling or transforming. "But even then... my own Fall wasn't without its mishaps." he murmured, remembering the Fall into a vast lake of boiling Sulphur. Not a pleasant experience, but he won't say that.
Oh how Lucifer laughed at the guard, twisting Arthur's hand just enough to release the blade before dropping Arthur to the ground. It was a quick movement after that he grabbed both of the other's wrists in hand before picking up the blade to admire it. "Infused with holy water? Interesting. Being who I was, holy water has no effect, sorry kitten. But a good attempt. I've made my opinion about your fate Arthur. " He uttered, letting the silence go for a couple of antagonizing moments. "Your fate is to serve me as my concubine and personal servant." Lucifer declared
“Not every angel who has fallen wanted it. Some were forced by demons you sent out.” The Brit growled, trying not to show that the threat of being bitten was both terrifying and exciting. Such was the nature of an incubus.
Arthur let out a loud gasp as he fell, his body taking in all the air it could without hesitation. His throat still hurt and he had no doubt there would be quite the nasty bruise there soon. His relief was short lived when his hands were bound once again and he glared up at the black haired demon who held him so easily. “Hm, if holy water doesn’t do it for you, mind telling me what does?” He asked as innocently as he could, though his shining glare said he was anything but. A chill ran up his spine at the mention of his ‘fate’, determined to take whatever torture the king laid before him with as much courage as he could muster. But when it was finally declared, his glare quickly turned into a wide, gaping stare of disbelief. “What?” Arthur practically screeched, tugging against the grip that held his wrists in an attempt to free himself. “Like hell I will! You’re out of your damn mind!” Facing a pack of rabid hellhounds sounded more appealing than being the personal plaything of Lucifer himself. The shorter demon tried desperately to twist his way out of the other’s hand, only becoming frustrated when it proved to be fruitless.
He could hear sadistic snickers from some of the accumulated guards, causing Arthur to turn his glare over in their direction to shoot them a warning glance. But, he also didn’t fail to notice the disapproval on some of their faces as well. Some guards even looked rather upset at the lack of blood and mangulation their king had decided on. It was like they wanted to dish out a more gruesome punishment themselves instead. As much as he wished it didn’t, it made Arthur nervous.
"Hmmm I suppose that is true. But alas it meant those angels weren't strong enough to continue to be an angel if my demons were able to pull them down and make them Fall. Let me guess, kitten, that is what happened to you? Forced against your will? If so, then the change improved you in being this gorgeous creature before me."
Lucifer merely watched in slight boredom as Arthur gasped for breath, before once again fighting. "Oh kitten, I'm not going to tell the likes of you. Very, very few know and it is a secret I shall take to my hah, grave. " he stated. That look of pure disbelief made him highly amused. "Don't idly forget who is holding you right now. One quick word and you can be dead. Now.... You will be my concubine and personal servant. Depending on my mood depends on the type of punishment you will receive if you do not please me with your service. " He lightly uttered out, keeping the suggestion open as it could mean anything.
At the snickers from the guards, he icily barked out a command to them. "GO. You are not to harm my new servant or else to the dungeons for you... or torture rooms. Depends on my discretion. Come, my lovely kitten. I shall show you your new sleeping quarters.... and mine as well." He uttered, before forcing the incubus to follow after him through a doorway off to the side... near an impressive black desk. His personal study so it seemed.
Arthur felt his blood boil. He didn't exactly take too kindly to being told he wasn't strong after going through something that was absolutely agonizing. He didn't want pity though, more than anything he wanted revenge.
He opened his mouth to argue again, but quickly snapped it shut when the king yelled at his guardsmen. He flinched at the loud exclamation, like he just remembered this man really could kill him or make him suffer without a hint of hesitation. The reality of his situation dawned on him like a boulder crashing into him.
Arthur stumbled to his feet, numbly following after the other into the other room. When they had made it to the first bedroom, his eyes widened again, but this time from admiration. It should be no shock that the rooms in the palace would be magnificent, but actually seeing it with his own eyes was completely breathtaking. Even still, the British demon was confused by the decision as much as he was terrified. "What makes you think I won't just run away? I snuck into your castle, surely I can get out again." He challenged. Then again, his idea of sneaking off to hide in the human world might wound the king's pride, and he had a feeling that wouldn't be very pretty. "Or how do you know that I won't just try to kill you again? You already admitted you can be killed. What if I figure it out?"
Well,... this was Lucifer. He isn’t known to be exactly nice. So his view towards angels is rather grim or nonchalant. Usually the latter. And he didn’t know the other had been an angel forced to become a demon.
He was unaware of the inner turmoil within the British incubus, leading the other to the first bedroom.... Arthur’s. Oh they were gorgeous rooms, even more so the royal quarters. Silver and gold highlighted the blacks, red navy blue and greys. It screamed wealth.
“Well I have my slight reasons to trust you to a tiny degree. Oh and this too.” He uttered, snapping his fingers and a black collar formed around Arthur’s neck, sapphire jewel attached to the front. “This is a way to keep you close and make sure you don’t leave. Nor kill me. “ He replied with a shit eating grin. Ohh going to the human world will affect his pride but also will piss him off completely. At that quip, he laughed. “You won’t figure it out. No one has ever figured it out.”
Arthur spared another glance around the room, taking it in for all it was worth. The Brit wasn't sure he had ever seen anything quite like it. Even most angels kept things more modest in comparison to the grandeur that was this extravagant abode. "It is a lovely room…though I'm certain this is nothing compared to your chambers, is it?" He muttered, running a hand across the quilt that decorated the bed to feel its softness. He almost looked pacified, but his contentment was short lived.
The incubus raised an eyebrow, looking up at the taller demon with a quizzical expression. "I just tried to kill you, what reasons could you possibly have to trust me?" He asked. He turned his attention back to the room, admiring a rather expensive looking body mirror, when the collar popped into existence on him. He gasped, grasping it and pulling, only for it to not budge much at all. It rubbed rather painfully against his already bruised throat. His body whipped around to face the king, giving him a furious glare and his fists shook at his sides. "You bloody bastard! You put a collar on me?" This was so degrading! He felt no better than a caged animal. He had worn collars before, of course, they were quite common for his clients to enjoy. But this was one he couldn't remove and it stole away his chance at freedom. "Almost no one has managed to get in here either, yet I managed it. You make it sound like a challenge." He snapped.
It was grandeur, as he makes sure his guests are taken well care of. Even the servants had decent rooms instead of cramped hovels or barely anything. He did take care of his staff, hence loyalty to a degree. "Mmm no. Not at all. I am King so I have to have the best room out of anyone in the palace. Closest would be some humans on Earth or of course... Heaven." he hissed out. No love lost there with God and Heavenly lot.
He raised his own eyebrow in a silent 'And?' at the question. "Reasons of my own. But I know I will be able to trust you all the more down the line of you being my servant and concubine. Oh yes.... I collar all my personal servants, even the very few given the chance to be my concubine. Which so happens to only be two. Be lucky. " he darkly murmured, before wrapping an arm around Arthur's waist and stared at him in the mirror. "I will only remove it on good behavior, and if I am able to get your full cooperation in regards to trust. It is a privilege you can receive for a limited time at first. " he softly uttered into the other's ear, warm breath tickling against the Brit's pale ear. "So true and I always love a challenge. You are a challenge to me. But no matter what, I will break you down like every other devil. No one is strong enough to continue serving me." he whispered, a dark challenge hanging unspoken in the air between them. He's curious as to how long Arthur will last.
Arthur was still less than thrilled about being collared, turning to glare at the accessory in the mirror. “At least you picked a beautiful one.” He mumbled, running his fingers over the jewel that decorated it. If he was going to be forced to wear a collar, he at least could appreciate that it wasn’t ugly.
“Only two? I’m a bit surprised, I always imagined the great Lucifer would have countless concubines lined up and waiting.” The Brit admitted, quietly leaning into the bigger demon’s touch when he circled an arm around him. Even if he tried to fight his instincts at times, an incubus always craved physical attention more than anything. He shuddered at the feeling of the warm breath against his ear. “I see. I suppose that means I should be well behaved then. Though...I can’t help but think that you’d enjoy punishing me after I was bad.” He assessed with a cheeky smirk. There were many ways to punish someone, after all, but not all of them were so unpleasurable.
The redhead frowned then though. “I fear you're wrong, I can’t be broken anymore than I already was when I was forced to fall. So, you’re a tad too late. There’s nothing else for me to lose, your majesty.” He told him, before a thought popped in his head and he smirked yet again. “Hmm...speaking of, if I’m to be your concubine, surely you must have a preference of what you want me to call you? I can’t very well scream out ‘your highness’ in bed, that’s a bit of a mood killer...How about Luci, that’s rather cute, isn’t it?” He grinned mischievously, reaching up and tracing his fingers along the taller man’s jaw now that he was so close. Arthur had to admit, just a small part of him wondered how much teasing he could get away with before he crossed some sort of line. If his king wanted a challenge then he could surely oblige.
And Lucifer does not care one bit that Arthur was not thrilled about being collared. "Hmmm that I did. I like to show off my possessions as such. Every jewel you would want I shall give. " He murmured, as he would give all sorts of colored jewels in different sets of jewelry.
"Yes,... only two. My previous one eventually could not handle the pressure of their position and my ah,... demands. And to think, I was at the time considering them to be my Queen. Oh well...." Lucifer uttered, not much emotion from stating such a personal memory. "Hah, no. Let's just say, I'm quite picky with those whom I want in my bed for an extended period of time." he sighed, pulling the British demon closer in more of a possessive manner. "Oh very much so little kitten. No claws or fangs. Perhaps~" he smirked out, icy blues staring into emerald greens as sadistic amusement flickered in them. Perhaps I can do so right now?"
"Oh Arthur...." He cooed out, smirk turning into a dark grin. "Falling is a very physical notion where you know what is going to happen to you. Torture,.... is mentally not knowing what will happen to you. Well you might lose your pride or your will to fight. " He uttered before his face went blank at the hearing of the nickname. His left eye might have twitched slightly. No one had ever given him a nickname before and Lucifer had no idea how to react to it. His response was that of a low growl. Yet his head just barely tilted towards those pale fingers caressing his jaw.
So Lucifer liked to decorate his servants, or at least his concubines, that was good to know. Arthur wasn't opposed to receiving fine things, after all.
"A queen? I didn't think you'd like to share much of anything, especially not your kingdom." Even less so with a concubine, but it was an interesting notion to consider nonetheless. At being pulled closer, he smirked and willingly humored the other by pressing against him with his smaller body. "Claws and fangs aren't always a bad thing. Besides, you know as well as I do that I couldn't stop you if that's what you decided. But, I think you'll be quite surprised by how much punishment I can endure, your majesty."
The Brit shook his head defiantly. "Maybe that's true. But, I don't intend to lose any of my will to fight, even from the hands of someone like you." He stated simply. Then, Arthur blinked, watching with an openly curious expression at the king's odd reaction to the nickname. It was actually very amusing to see, making him laugh for the first time that evening. "My, my, you're growling at me but I think you actually liked my little nickname, Luci." Arthur lifted his hand past that ebony hair, before caressing one of his large, curled horns instead. He found that many demons actually liked the sensation of having their horns touched. "How about I promise to only use that name in private? For your ears only." He offered slyly.
Oh very much so, that he loves to decorate his close servants and concubines. Jewels meant loyalty after all since they are priceless and/or cost a pretty penny at the market.
"Yes, a Queen. Normally no... but I was willing to do so with them. Rather sweet incubus, completely loyal to me and would kill if ordered to. Pity they died." He sighed out before shrugging slightly. Feeling the redhead press more against his body, he smirked slightly while leaning down to press a quick smoldering kiss upon his neck. "No it isn't, which makes the bedroom more fun at times. Oh of course not. Mmm that sounds promising to me, to see how much you can endure...~"
"Oh I don't want you to lose your will to fight. As I said, I love your feistiness. I will see how far you will go." he murmured out, raising an eyebrow at the laugh. It was quite refreshing to hear something so light and open - not cruel and sadistic. "That I do not." he lowly uttered, icy blue hues shutting at the feeling of the hand within his hair before the caress on one of his horns. A very faint shudder ran through his body, humming in response to that. "Fine...." he sighed out, knowing it would be a battle lost in saying no.
Arthur wasn’t sure he wanted to ask how the previous concubine died. The former’s fate may not bode well for his own, if he was indeed following in their footsteps the same may happen to him. He wasn’t sure if he should be nervous or not, or if he should be actively planning an escape because of it. “Is that what you want out of me? For me to be a lover and a killer? You already know I can do both of those things.” The incubus tilted his head to the side to expose more of his neck, letting out a pleased sound at the hot kiss that was placed there. A demon as powerful and ancient as the king was certainly filling for him, even an indirect kiss like that made his body hot with pleasure. “Hm...you're very filling. I think I really should have let you fuck me before I tried to stab you in the neck. Too bad your guards found my mess so soon and interrupted us, I had to act before they found me.” He had been on a murder mission, after all.
"Good, I would really hate to disappoint you by not breaking so easily." Arthur let out a small chuckle, more than amused that his little nickname slid by. “And yet you’re still letting me call you that anyway. How curious.” He muttered, letting his lips connect to the taller demon’s cheek in an almost chaste manner. He continued pressing his lips against his face until he pulled off and instead ran his tongue over the same ram horn with a wide smirk. The action was decidedly less innocent than the kisses.
“As lovely as this is, I do believe you had more to show me. Primarily, I’m certain you said something about your room, and it will be very important for me to know where that is.” He pressed with a teasing grin, pulling his hands and face away so he could look up at the royal instead.
No, not at all Arthur. It is not a pretty tale to hear about how Lucifer's former concubine died. The process was rather horrifying yet the reason for their death was due to not revealing how Lucifer could be killed nor willing to say where the king went during an uprising that was trying to overthrow the King. All of this happened a couple thousand years ago too. "Hmm? Yes, but only a killer towards others, not me." he murmured, pressing another kiss against his pulse point. "Am I? If I fucked you then you would have a hard time stabbing me. Ah yes, too bad. We can save it for later, no?"
"I do hate to be disappointed. It isn't a trait I like to show. " he murmured, clicking his tongue in slight annoyance. But that lick, -- it made the King of Hell let out a primal growl. It was of need, of want, especially to possess. A hand raised to lightly grab a fistful of ruby hair, all but for a moment, before letting go.
"Ah yes, that is correct. Yes I do need to show you my own room. This will be yours, by the way. If you need anything, then I will get it for you. " Came his utterance, eyes narrowing before turning to lead Arthur to his quarters.