Prince of Hell (MM)


Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,369
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Divided between Heaven and Hell, by good and evil, and light and dark, a crossbreed named Dante was created in the depths of Hell to lead a pack of assassins in the ultimate destruction of Earth. For this purpose, Dante was given superhuman powers he can use while passing himself off as human.

Early in his mission, Dante meets an ally named Fate Ferguson. With the help of Fate, he learns about another Kingdom. A kingdom in direct contrast to the one that created him. Heaven.

With good and evil warring for his soul, the day soon comes when Dante has to make a choice. Can he overcome his birthright and use his powers for good? Or is the evil too strong for him to be anything but the Prince of Hell?

Prince of Hell (MM)
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Prince of Hell (MM)


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As Dante stared down at Fate, evil suddenly filled his eyes and his whole body turned to flame, leaping and burning.

“Oh, my God,” Fate whispered. “You’re burning.”

“You wanted a devil, so look closely, the show’s not over.”

Fate watched, his breath catching in his lungs. He watched as Dante grew horns, and his skin turned scaly. The flames, still undulating along his body, emitted heat and smoke. Fate began to smell sulfur, and coughed when he felt coal dust and brimstone fill the air so thick he could hardly breathe.

After wiping his eyes, he looked up, and Dante who was naked, was standing over him, his cock hard and ready. “You wanted a devil ... you got one.”

His words gave Fate a chill.

Dante suddenly leaned forward and tore at Fate’s clothes. After he brutally ripped them off, he then began his brutally selfish moves for himself only. He jostled him, pushed him, used him for his own pleasure instead of trying to bring him with him to a peak of desire. His lips were hard, insistent, his hands rough and pushing. He handled Fate violently as he opened his legs to push himself into his hole. Fate didn’t feel loved, or cared for, he felt used. Because it was a one-sided act, it ended quickly with Dante being the only one satisfied. Once that was accomplished, he pushed Fate aside like so much used garbage.

* * * *

Fate, at last released, jumped up, tried to put his clothes back on that were now rags, and rushed into the bathroom.

He stood there crying.

He thought about what he had gone through with Dante. The touch of his skin was so hot it burned just to touch him, and it didn’t have the normal feel of skin and bones. And when Dante tore at his clothes he felt ashamed. He’d never acted this way before, but when he learned that Fate wanted a devil in his bed, he turned himself into one. Before, when Dante removed his clothes, it was with a light touch, his hands feeling gentle and loving. Now, he treated him rough, pushed and shoved him instead of caressing his skin, kissing him, and making love to him.

“What the hell are you doing in there?” Dante yelled into the bathroom.

“Nothing ... I’ll ... I’ll be out in a minute.”

Suddenly the door slammed open, and Dante stood there in his normal look. No more flames eating up his body, no more horns or scaly skin. He was the Dante he had come to love, and fresh tears came falling out of his eyes when he realized he loved the Dante he’d always had, not the devil he had become.

“Come on out, and we’ll talk.”

“I ... I think I’ll just go to bed.”

“No, Fate. We need to talk about this.”

He looked at Dante. “Why did you do it?”

“You said that’s what you wanted.”

“So just to win your point, you gave me the worst you had.”

“You think that’s the worst I have? You stupid jerk. That was nothing. If I showed you the worst I had you’d be dead. I would have mauled, raped, and killed you. Don’t you have any sense at all, Fate? I’m from goddamned Hell! In your worst nightmares, your fantasies, your erotic dreams, you couldn’t know the extent of what I could do if I tried. What I showed you was tame, sucker.”

Dante turned, stomped into his room, pulled down a bag, and began packing.

“What are you doing?”

“You invited me to go, so I’m going. By the way, if you see me camped out on some street corner with a cup in my hand, keep going.”

“You don’t have to go until you find a place. Hell, I’m not that unfeeling that I’d just kick you out on the street.”

“Don’t worry. With my talents, I’ll get by. If not, I’m sure someone will come along who wants a devil in his bed.”

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