The Golden Palace
L U S T
Maria had always had a weakness for fine linens. It’s not like Hell cared if you slept well or not. It was something she always admired the humans, the ways they could be stupid enough to sit around and think of things like fine linens. If they even understood a fraction of what the world around them really was, they wouldn’t be able to keep their teeth from chattering long enough to keep a thought from shaking out their skull. The silken sheets caressed her naked skin like lovers kisses, sensual and soft. Her hand maiden stood in the corner, hands tucked behind her back as she watched Ria with an expression of awe.
Maria smiled, “Why do you hide in the corner, come - sit with me. Have you ever felt sheets this soft before?” Her Italian was flawless, the girl blinking in surprise. “Oh, so because I am fucking a Spanish Commander I can’t speak Italian?”
The girl’s face twisted in fear that she had offended the Lady, offering her hands up as she stepped forward to speak. “N-no. Of course not...I guess I just don’t understand why you kept me alive.”
“Oh, you young thing. Come - please, sit with me.” Maria sat upright, patting the bed beside her. The girl blinked, like she was trying to remember something she had forgotten. Suddenly her unease slipped away, the adoration returning to her eyes as they beheld Maria. The girl sat beside Maria, giggling from being so close to her. Maria reached to tuck a stray hair behind the girls ear, caressing her cheek as she withdrew her hand. “I chose to keep you because you are beautiful, and I am tired of fucking the same person every night. I would kill him, but he still holds use to me - so instead I plan on fucking you while we finish this war.”
If the girl was surprised by Maria’s frankness she gave no indication, melting like a candle beneath her touch. Maria smiled, looking down at the girl with a hunger in her eyes. There was nothing more intoxicating than the gaze of a lover, especially a new one. She lowered her lips, the girl struggling to steady her breath. Maria roughly grabbed her chin, pulling the girl’s lips to her own. The girl was powerless to her influence, lust flooding her senses. Maria smiled, smelling the girls lust swell from inside her.
Then the screams began.
Ripping through the castle like sirens of death one right after another, Maria recognized the sound. It was the cacophony of a savage massacre. Tossing aside the handmaiden, Maria grabbed her dress that had been lain across the chaise lounge. Wrapping it around herself as she walked, the door opened before she could reach it - her Spanish lover tumbling through it. Horror struck his expression, eyes wide from what he’d witnessed.
“My love, what is it? Are you alright?” Maria said as she went to him, wrapping an arm around him to help lead him to a chair. Her touch seemed to revitalized him, the shock dissipating as the look of awe overcame him.
“Mi amante - you’re safe. Thank God, I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you.” He spoke, Maria resisting to roll her eyes. Honestly you hear it enough times when you’re an immortal being, it does become tiresome at times. Maria smiled, stroking his face gently.
“Tell me, what did you see?” Maria asked again.
Lux was very bored.
Sometime ago, he’d finished off the current morsel of human he’d been using to relieve some… tension, when he realized Ria had been gone well over her allotted ‘alone time’. She was currently transfixed when some ass hat Spanish war mongrel and he simply had no idea why. The thing wasn’t unattractive, or at least it upheld a certain amount of charm that Lux required from humans. What he couldn’t understand is why Ria would want to leave their home to fornicate with a human multiple times.
He should be used to it by now, being left alone in her depressing castle with only humans to keep him company. He was currently on the outs with Wrath, or he’d have a hand clenched around his heart and a cock up his ass by now. And he supposed Sloth was around…
But really, Lux wanted Ria. His other half, the color to his shade, the white to his black. And he knew her favorite way for him to introduce himself to her conquests.
A Spanish Commander, that was really all he knew. Some human in a fancy hat that was allowed to call the shots because of it. Lux wasted no time slipping into a local tavern- one of those places covered in human vomit, blood, and cum. Disgusting, but in a sort of beautiful, tantalizing way that had him coming again and again. The humans that frequented these sorts of places were always hungry for whatever he would give them, so they tended to be the places that he want to for information.
All it really took was one blow job to get the information. One blow job… and the heart of the human that received it. There was no way he was going to allow that disgustingly portly man to walk away with tales of his tongue and throat skills.
The castle was gaudy- in the sort of way that Ria would have loved. He wanted to vomit at the site of its tall turrets and lavishly ornamented windows. Spacious, bright, and disgustingly open.
As he walked up the long drive dotted with colorful rose bushes and ornaments, Baphet lingered out from his inked tattoos and slipped into goat form beside him. Lux ran a finger along the goats horns, the inky black of their forms silhouettes in the fire light of the road.
“I’d like to carnage the whole place. Flip it upside down and shake it till she appears” The goat was apart of him, but Lux loved the purr of his own voice on a dark night. Baphet didn’t respond, though Lux did feel a little tingling of excitement for the enjoyment yet to come.
He knocked at the front door. Assuming Ria had been here for the whole time she’d been gone, the cast of humans at her beck and call would be well trained by now. A stuttering candlelight filled the adjacent windows as someone ran to answer.
The man was tall, slim, and lacking in any sort of backbone. He quivered as he opened the door, his body looking like it would blow away at the wind that rushed in.
“Can we help you sir?” His voice even quivered, the miserable thing. The human risked a glanced away from Lux’s own to stare in horror down as Baph. Luc would never understand why his goat got more attention than him, surely he was the one to fear?
So Lux coughed, clearing his throat, and earned the attention of the man yet again. This time his eyes were vacant black pits, devoid of any humanoid features.
“I am looking for my sister”
Ten minutes later, Lux sat atop the grand piano in the parlor room. The door man lay on the floor below, his genitalia shoved up inside his mouth as he bled out. Lux was surprised he was still alive, but then human did have a knack for taking longer to finish off then they needed to. The maid who had run out at the sound of the mans scream was currently laying across his lap, dress streaked in blood and chest heaving. She looked almost pretty against the black of the grand piano, her pale skin sweating already from fear.
“I think if you stay quiet, it’ll all be okay” He murmured at her as he gazed into her eyes, his own having returned to their icy blue, “I really only get angry when people look away from me. So just stay here and keep looking at me like that darling”
Baph had slipped back into his arm as they’d entered the house, not one to be interested in human lavishments. Lux was slightly confused that no one else had come looking for them, what if a man dying with his cock in his mouth on the ground and a petrified girl in his lap, but humans always seemed to be disappointing him these days. And also, Ria was probably off putting on some show for the house.
He got what he wanted, a few minutes later, as some man came walking- then running- through the parlor. Yelling and screaming, causing a loud fuss. The good girl on Lux’s lap never moved her eyes, though he began wailing more. It was Ria’s man, the Spanish oaf she was captivated with at the moment. He was screaming at Lux about the blood, the now dead man on the ground, the girl…
“I am looking for my sister” Lux held his gaze as he moved the girl and hopped from the piano, “I believe you are the one she is fucking?”
Lux always found that Ria’s hold held on a bit longer, like she clung to them even when she wasn’t present. This man wanted to protect her still, deny her presence… but Lux was slipping closer to him and had a good hold of his mind now.
He slipped a hand up the commanders night shirt, slipping between the loose ruffles to his bare chest, “I think we should put on a bit of a show for our darling girl, don’t you agree?”. Lux ran his other hand up the mans arm and over his waste, lingering on hip bones, “I think, young make a pretty mural on this walls, or an ornament for the dining table…”
He slipped a hand lower, grabbing the man's soft cock through his trousers and rolling it slightly, “We could mount this somewhere for her to find, somewhere shed recognize it easily. Or possibly just leave it on her bedside table?” The spanish man’s breath hitched in fear, but he made no move to break Lux’s hold on him. Humans easy, broken little things.
Just as Lux was about to slip his hand under the cloth, something hard banged against his back and pushed him forward. He started- not from pain, but confusion- and released his mental hold on Ria’s lover. Behind him, the pliant girl from earlier wielded a candlestick pathetically.
“Oh, no. That was a bad move darling” Baph shifted out of Lux’s skin in a flourish on inky black fur, melding himself over Lux’s pale skin and shifting them easily into a tall form of nightmares. He towered over the courageous girl, goat horns curling towards her nostrils flaring. Her scream was cut short as he laid his power down upon her, ripping her body apart in moments.
It was only after that Lux realized Ria’s human had run off as soon as he’d been freed.
Ria didn’t have to look hard to find Lux, she just had to follow the screams and carnage. He always loved breaking her things, it was a fixation. An obsession really, a compulsive need to ruin anything she might love so he would be the only thing left. She found him standing over freshly gutted body with his back turned to her, Baph beside him with his horns glistening from the blood that painted them. The thread between them intensified, like a magnetic force that pulled one to the other. She watched as his shoulders settle in recognition of his presence, crossing her arms across her torso as she spoke.
“Well done, you’ve managed to overpower mindless beings who don’t have a fraction of your strength while simultaneously ruining the first castle with decent linens that I’ve found in months. What am I supposed to do? Steal the sheets like some chambermaid? You honestly find every opportunity to ruin a good thing, don’t you?” She sounded like a bratty older sister reprimanding her sibling for rummaging in her room. “What do you want?”
The thing on the ground withered pathetically, still alive despite the monumental amount of red pouring out of it. Lux perked up at the sound of his sisters voice, his head and Baphs twisted at the same time to look at their other half.
“Ria” He cooed softly, smiling dazzling white teeth slick with blood, “I miss you. That is all”
Ria offered no reaction to Lux, rather looking at the slaughter that surrounded them with disgust. “No, you wanted to ruin things for me so you could have my attention all to yourself. Don’t you have better things to occupy yourself with? What about that angry fellow you fancy so much?”
Lux hummed as he walked towards her, Baph slipping back into the tattoos on his forearms liky inky tendrels, “Apparently I am dead to him, or whatever. Ira has no goddamn patience when it comes to seduction techniques. Either way, you’ve been gone months and haven’t even visited once. You are supposed to check on family, not leave them for half wit humans to get your rocks off.”
Ria rolled her eyes, slinking across the blood stained hall until she reached her brother. Her lips sneered as she spoke, running a finger along Lux’s jawline turning his chin so he faced her squarely. Ria’s voice was low and careful, like she was biting back venom as she spoke. “And this is how you retaliate? Storming the castle and ruining my things. Write a letter. Send a messenger. Something in between nothing and a massacre.”
Lux rolled his eyes, allowing her to take his head and even leaning into it slightly, “The door man was rude to me. Then your ‘man’ decided to run away when the possibly only interesting thing in this castle hit me with a candle stick. So I decided that they all needed to go, including your Commander. He’s a pathetic little thing though so I’ll be doing you a favor. We can find you something with a straighter backbone in Italy.”
“When will you understand, sweet brother.” Ria’s voice sang sweetly, looking into his frosted eyes with soft affection. In an instant, her fingers went from along his jaw to wrapped around his pretty little neck. Ria squeezed, tilting her head as she watched his flesh pucker beneath her touch. Not that it would really hurt him - as much as she might like it to. “You do not call the shots, not anymore.”
Her lips lowered to his ear, breath heavy on his skin when she spoke. “I do.”
The smirk that spread across his face pulled his skin against hers, their temperature equally cool against each other. He slowly let out a moan, tilting his neck back so that her hand put more pressure on his jugular, “you only get to call the shots if you’re around, sister. Give me more attention and I’ll listen to you more”
Ria resisted the urge to rip out his jugular then and there, she’d just be the one to have to clean him up after. She released him as she twisted her face in disgust at his gleeful perverse indulgence. There was no sense in hurting him, he only seemed to like it. Looking over the macabre scene around them Ria sighed with exasperation.
“I mean honestly Lux, you’re a fucking child.” Her voice sounded as if she might cry, her fingers running over the blood splattered decor. In the momentary silence she heard a muffled breath hiding just around the corner. She appeared at the end of the hall in an instant, reaching into the velvet curtains to pull out her sniveling excuse for a lover for the last several months. His eyes widened with horror, Ria clucking her tongue as she secured her grip around his neck with one hand, gently caressing his cheek with the other. “You are right about one thing, however.”
She threw the man to Lux’s feet. “I’ll need something with a straighter back bone. This ones grown to bore me.”
Lux looked down at the trash deposited at his feet, the humans vexatious sobs sitting his last nerve alit. He crouched, long legs folding until he could look the thing in the eye.
“Commander?” The snivelling stopped for a moment, bleary human eyes struggling to hold his own demonic goat ones, “I suggest you shut the fuck up” Lux stabbed elongated nails into the back of the mans neck, peircing into his flesh as he instantly irrerupted in screams. He ripped deep enough to grab spine, wiggling and digging his nails deeper till he could fully grip the column properly. The commander was nothing more than a gurgling pile of pleas as Lux braced his other arm on the Commanders shoulder and used the leverage to rip the mans spine out of his back.
“For you, sister. I promise you a better specimen someday."
Some 200 Hundred years later. New York City, New York. The Golden Palace
Lux enjoyed coming to the Golden Palace for three reasons; usually, Ava or Ira were down for a fast fuck before he went home, it was easy to find some sniveling human to quell his need for punishment, and the place was a beckon to the underwolf of New York.
Everyone that came into Ava’s club was either sinning or soon-to-sin. Liquored or drugged up, lost in the lust of wealth, diamonds, and fancy leather. The music blared out their inner thoughts, their mortal brains seemed to shut down for a moment and completely move on the drive of need. Lux could actually stand them like this, mindless cattle to what they desired. He appreciated seeing humans as they should have been- before some fucker decided that morality and good vs. evil had a place in the worthless brain of a hairless ape.
He swirled his empty drink, the ice lubricating the sides of the cup and reminding him how hot is was in here. The smell of sweat and cologne mixed in the air above the writhing pile of bodies below, the crowd transfixed to the music as they jirated against each other. He liked to watch- especially from the balcony above, they all seemed like a hive mind to lust. Beautiful, even, if you ignored their mortality. Sometimes Lux wished he could just punish them all to continue like this for the rest of eternity (though he wasn’t so sure that was a punishment at all).
Ria wasn’t here yet, that was for sure. Lux had a vague sense of where she was at all times- a good and bad things for them both. He wasn’t sure if any of the others had arrived either- Ava for sure, though he wouldn’t be found until most of the mass of humans at left. Ira…. was probably pissed at him again and needed to lick the many wounds Lux had left after their last hate fuck. He left his eyes sift over the crowd, trying to focus on more of the sins then humans- since Ira was ignoring him and Ava was busy, Lux felt like digging his nails into Prides back tonight. Perry was as elusive as he was powerful, two qualities that made him that much more appetizing. Though Lux was required to punish humans, he never wanted to spend more than the allotted hour of time with them. A Sin was a much better fuck then anything a mortal could offer up.
The hypnotic dark synthetic chords pulsated throughout the dance floor, their bodies moving as one - a living organism in itself. Ria could smell their carnal desires from the moment her chaffeur stopped in front of the club. All of them ...they wanted to be touched, to be felt, to be desired. Their neediness was like an aphrodisiac for Ria. The only thing she ever wanted was to be adored and worshipped surrounded by luxury. No better place to find those things than in The Golden Palace.
The chauffeur rounded to her side of the bentley, bowing slightly as he opened the door. One red bottomed heel stepped out, just her ankle exposed and already turning heads. It was compulsive, Ria could turn off her beguiling aura but why would she? She loved the looks. Her features were stunning, her hair mesmerizing - the dullards standing outside waiting for a chance to get inside were putty in her hands. Sometimes it felt a little cheap, poor things didn’t know any better.
Ria gave a little wave with a winning smile, people snapping pictures on their phone like she was some celebrity. The chauffeur gave the keys to the valet, taking his place behind Ria as her security detail. Ria always liked having some big lug around to handle the weaker mortals. She didn’t have the patience to hold back her strength when they behaved like such children. Glancing back over her shoulder to him she smiled, “Try to keep up, love.”
The doors were opened for her without hesitation, they all knew better than to question Ria. She entered the club like she owned it, one hand on her hips as they sashayed toward the heart of the crowd. Mortals parted around her, those caught in her pull finding themselves fixated on her beauty. Any other night Ria might have indulged one of them, but tonight she came for one reason only.
Stopping in the middle of the dance floor Ria lifting her gaze to the balcony overlooking the grand ballroom. She knew he was there before she even saw him, no matter the time or distance Lux would always be there. His lips were curled into an expression of amusement, drink in hand and having a good time. How easy it must be to have such simple desires….
Ria glanced around for the other sins, surely if the rest of them were here, Inividia wouldn’t be far behind. Petty thing couldn't stand to be left out. Ava was bound to be around somewhere, which meant Acedia would be close as well. Not that Ria usually seeked out her fellow Princes of Hell. In fact, she made it her mission to avoid them - well, most of them. However Belial’s death had Ria in a friendlier state than usual. So far the only one she saw was her darling brother, so he’d have to do for now.
“This all seems rather tame for your taste.” She said once she reached him, stiff martini in hand.
Lux huffed at his sister, used to her usual grand entrances and extravagance. Some days he indulged, some days he ripped it all to shreds to watch her scream. For now he’d let her have her pretty things without staining them red.
“I was just enjoying the view, picking out tonight's meal, waiting for some real entertainment to show up. Seems I got here…early” He sneered, setting down his empty glance on a passing waiters tray and snapping at it to indicate another, “We seem to be the only Sin interesting in keeping up our patrons.”
Ria gave a petty smile, turning into her glass to face the mortals dancing below. If any sin was ruling the club tonight it was them, the room was thick with lust. Swirling the last of her drink before the waiter Lux barked at as an indication to bring her another as well. Ria leaned against the railing, grinning with mild contempt. “Getting all fussy waiting for one of your vile lovers to appear? Tsk, tsk forlorn does not become you brother.”
“They are vile aren’t they...” He leaned in next to her, shoulders brushing as he looked down at his previous view, “But it's either them or the humans- and I firmly believe a sin is the better of the two. Who did you come with tonight? Any pimped out millionaire I need to be made aware of?”
Ria laughed, “Oh, am I to be making you aware of any millionaires I plan to be bedding?”
The waiter returned with their drinks, Ria taking both and closing the distance between her and Lux. Pushing the glass into his hand gently as a peace offering, Ria rested her head on Lux’s shoulder with gentle affection. “Come now, Lux. Let’s not argue.”
Lux snorted but accepted the drink, letting her lean on him as he sipped the whiskey and stared down at the crowd, “No arguing then, fine. How about a little…” He trailed off and waggled his fingers at the crowd, “Showmanship? Let the others know who really controls a crowd like this?”
A wicked smile split across Ria’s lips, playfully smacking Lux’s chest.
“You are an absolute scoundrel, you know that? The most vile.” She paused before widening her smile, thrumming her fingers across his sternum. “But I suppose had we not done Lucy’s work back in the 19th century, who knows if bohemianism would have ever occurred. I couldn’t possibly say no to inciting what could very well be the next big movement for art and culture itself.”
“You never know, this could be the dawning of the new DaDa movement” His grinned matched hers, though with a tad more ferocity. Lust didn’t often work together- too wrapped up in fighting or fucking, sometimes both. But every so often, stars aligned that they were both bored and calm enough to work their fantastic powers together. Those moments were usually at the forefront of something big. The Renaissance- for instance- hadn’t figured out the proper proportions of a dick before Lux and Ria had decided to vacation in Italy for a few years in the 15th century. Instead of sharing a home like they normally did and tearing each other apart, they’d both taken opposite sides of the city and awakened the passions of a few select humans. Those humans finally figured out how to draw a pair of breasts to the accurate size and stopped putting adult looking babies in all their paintings. Lux was pretty sure they had saved art all together.
Ria ran her fingers through Lux’s hair sweetly before twining her fingers through his turning to mortals below. Leaning into Lux as she threw back her martini in one long drink, Ria made eye contact with the help who remained frozen in fear and awe around them. She gave one a cheeky little wink before holding out her empty glasses, not bothering to look if someone grabbed it before she let go. Two dived from across the room, colliding into one another but somehow still catching her glass. A giggle bubbled out of Ria, her face lit up with utter delight. “If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be. - Marquis De Sade.”
She waved her free hand at her brother, wriggling her fingers with anticipation. “Truly, the French really get us.”
Lux laughed delightedly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her attention back towards the dancing bodies below, “So, then, shall we?”
Without waiting for her reply, Lux tugged her towards the staircase and descended into the bodies below. Though the air above had been hot, sweaty, and full of the restrained smell of human desire, the air down here was tenfold. He inhaled, sucking in the sin like a drug and let loose a hysterical laugh. “Oh, fuck. I am feeling this Ria. Come, let's make every single one of these apes screw like animals right here.”
Ria could feel the yearning of those around her, their carnal desires thick around them. It was intoxicating, their thirst intoxicating. Her hands ran over the fabric covering Lux’s chest, “You always know how to bring out the devil inside, don’t you?”
A slender hand snaked around his neck, Ria rolling her torso as she threw her hair back over her shoulder. Pulsating technicolor lights danced across her skin, eyes glittering with excitement. The chord that bound them hummed pleasantly. Lux and Ria could fight each other all they wanted but there was no truer bliss than the pure uncut lust. Their touch sent ripples throughout the room, the bodies around them suddenly moving with a savage passion.
As her hips wound the room pulsated to their movement, hands reaching for somebody - anybody. The design of their amulet was more than just symbolism. Limbs folded over one another, the humans writhing against each other. Center of it all was Lust incarnate. Ria raised her arms over her head, exhaling slowly as she traced her hands along her figure. Their pheromones were sweeter than any flower, more intoxicating than any drug. It was euphoria.
Anyone worth a damn in that club tonight would know the second they walked into the building, Lust reigned tonight.
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