Hellbound (P39)

Hellbound (P39)

The Minister of Agriculture was the first one in. I had switched back to my natural form and was currently testing my claws out on Di's leg. She giggled before he got in. His eyes widened, once he saw two demons instead of El Presidente like he was expecting. I sunk my fangs into him without warning. I could smell and taste the corruption pouring out of him. There were a lot of skeletons in this one's closet.



I tore into flesh as he continued to scream and I continued to feed. Blood was beginning to I beckoned Di to come over to feast. She needed to feed as well, I hadn't seen her eat for ages. She saunter over and immediately pulled on my hair, yanking me back from my meal. The screaming stopped and my face turned to thunder.



"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled as she dragged an overturned claw over my face. Whatever she was wanting didn't look good. Not for an instant.



"Hon. You really gotta learn some table manners. I mean, you use your fucking claws all over your meal." I turned around to notice the man giggling. He was about to die, and this was how he reacted? Humans are a strange species, I thought to myself. She handed me a napkin and proceeded to cut out small pieces of the man's arm. I was flabbergasted. At the rate she ate, we would not get to finish eating the whole of the Bolividorian Parliament before the End Days. What a pity. However, with the two of us devouring him and the screams managing to last quite a while. Di got the soul, of course. I was a true demonic gentleman.



I looked up and noticed that time had passed quite a bit since we'd invited the first one in. I was getting worried. Sure we'd stripped off the flesh and somehow managed to get rid of the remains, but there was something that seemed to be missing. Perhaps it was because it was getting late, and we seriously wanted to end this standoff right here and right now. My plans didn't involve sitting around Bolividor's Parliament House for the rest of my fucking life.







The next few hours were a blur. I locked all the doors and started to call conferences down in my office. We chowed down some more, with my table manners improving after every meal; if you can consider spraying less blood around the room an improvement. Di would've taken all the fun out of our little romantic dinner, had it not been for her tail rubbing against the base of my spine. It felt quite nice, even as I was deprived of blood explosions in my mouth.



When the last few remaining staff members realised what was doing on, we decided to kill most of them as well. Vel*Mart needed a slightly more premium range of souls, so we quickly slaughtered them and stuffed the souls in a few old wine bottles. If we needed any more empty bottles, well I knew where the cellar was.



As we were chewing on the same leg belonging to some random secretary (who had been involved in a lot of kinky acts with her married boss, I may add), our lips locked as we sucked off the last flesh off the bone. Her lips tasted of sweet sin, a tiny speck of adultery on her cheek. I quickly ran my tongue over it, cleaning her face. She didn't speak, instead making sure that tiny little speck of blood I had in the corner of my mouth didn't drop onto my already-dirty clothes.



"Mmmph." I groaned as the succulent succubus's tender tongue dived inside my mouth. I threw my hands behind and focused on sucking her face dry, feeling the power exchange between two Tempters. Anyone who thinks they've had a good kiss, they'd be amazed at the lust transfer that goes on between an incubus and a succubus. We let time stand still, as my desire to fuck grew. Eventually Di pulled out and she had a strange look on her face.







"Listen. We'd better not do that again. There are people that don't exactly agree with me being with other people. My mother for one would cause a lot of pain for you. Not the good kind either. Maybe we should take over Bolividor before you take over me, okay?" Di's eyes were open wide, and it wasn't hard to feel sorry for the Princess. For the first time in my life, I realised how hard it must be with the tabloids following your every step. Even Lillith couldn't fight off the hellhounds from the Morning Star. I was starting to sweat for a reason other than my lust. This was something to worry about.



Not to mention, I did eat quite a bit. My stomach was a bit queasy, and I didn't wanna vomit in front of Di. Or anyone else, come to think of it. A demon Count had to maintain dignity, by being able to stomach a shitload of corrupt politicians. The full enormity of what I had just achieved had begun to sink in. I had managed to successfully take over a country without the white winged pests bothering me. It was time to sleep, time to dream about my takeover and all the wonders and glories associated with it.



I ended up not dreaming about anything, as I slept the long hard sleep of someone who had pretty much taken over a country single handed. That was until I woke.



Di was sleeping on the other side of the room when I woke. There was something that seemed so innocent when she slept, like she was a little baby. I didn't pet her or anything, but merely went over to the balcony to look over the city. Dawn was beginning to break (had I slept for two days?) and the city was beginning to awaken. It was at that point I realised something very important. Thanks to my dozy brain, the full effect hadn't quite hit me yet. We had not yet won over the masses of Bolividor.



I had a quick scan through the newspaper when several copies had been delivered to the front desk. Hopefully the person from the newsagency hasn't realised that it was suspiciously quiet. Di was stationed on the front desk as the 'new girl', making sure that the morning staff didn't reveal anything about last night's adventures.



I gasped. There was absolutely nothing in the paper other than Bolividor's 1-0 defeat of Uruguay in soccer. I nearly vomited. No wonder why no one put up much of a resistance. They were all too enthralled in watching someone kick a bit of plastic into a net. It was at this point I realised how fucking pathetic the human race was. I mean, come on! Flicking through the newspaper, seeing page after page of the same picture.



I knew right there and then how I could control the populace. I would broadcast lots of pointless soccer, while I set up the labour/extermination camps and while they realised that their President was working his way around my gullet as I spoke. What they didn't know won't hurt them until I wanted it to.



Apart from the freaking 'futbol', there really wasn't a whole lot else going on in Bolividor. I know I really will regret taking over a country that I know pretty much nothing about. Hell, I wonder if it was just better to have eaten the captain of the national team. I'd be more likely to score followers, given the way that they all seemed to be waving around banners and cheering him on.













I lay back in the President's chair, giving the impression to the world that I was the epitome of casual. Deep inside, I was very very nervous. No one (except for Di) from the upper reaches of Hell approved this. I doubted they'd bust me down to Viscount or take away my titles. Hell didn't work that way. They'd try to destroy me, but I didn't care. Furcas was dead, and I was pretty sure that Marchocias would come to me and demand to know what was going on. He wouldn't wanna abandon me, I guess. After all, if he supported him, I'd be supporting him whenever I managed to become a Duke or something.



I was still kinda sleepy after all that had gone on. Wonderful visions of taking over Hell one institution at a time floated through my head. After all, a virus doesn't kill your straightaway. It crawls through your body, slowly eating your alive. I had to be subtle. This was not a place where you just barged in. Even Lucifer himself had to recruit and start from nothing.