The Incubus Chapters: Chapter 02 - The Angel (18+)

Hello!

Here's finally the second chapter to my original novel "The Incubus Chapters"! It was a little struggle to write this chapter but I think it turned out okay anyway in the end.

I'm sorry that it was delayed for a whole week but I have been working on the design to my new blog and my drawing skills aren't that good, so it took more time than I thought. But the blog is finished now and you can find it here if you're interested. It's in English and it's about my everyday life as a nerd and about all of my projects.  (^_^)



This chapter is about Nero's and Beelzebub's relationship. I wanted to get this part over with so I decided to write it in this second chapter.

In this chapter the long awaited angel is found and brought to Hell and Nero gets extremely happy and curious - especially when he gets to know that the angel looks almost exactly like him. But the daemon prince Beelzebub gets bored when his job is done with securing the royal palace a bit extra because of the valuable angel, and he searches for Nero to pass some time with the incubus.


Please read the previous chapter before you read this one! You can find it in the Story Archive.

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A few days later Nero woke up to a noise from the corridor outside his room. It sounded like several people walking in a haste pace and he lifted his tired body up from the warm bed. The warm body of a male servant had been very comfortable to sleep next to, and now his body was protesting and screamed to him to go to sleep again. But the commotion from outside made him wonder what was going on and he ruffled through his messy bed hair before he took his white robe on and opened the door. There he saw servants and guards running around like crazy and they all had either a smile on their lips or looked very stressed out.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Nero asked and rubbed his tired eyes.

A female guard stopped and gave him a smile.

“The angel has been found. We’re preparing for the angel’s arrival,” she said and then hurried down the corridor.

The angel has been found?, Nero asked and hurried out through the door without even dressing himself, wearing only the white robe. He had to find Lucifer and he held his robe together as he ran down the corridors to the golden big hall and opened the heavy doors. Then he ran inside and found Lucifer sitting on his throne talking to the reflection of Beelzebub inside a big mirror standing in front of him.

“The angel…?!” Nero yelled breathlessly as he hurried to the throne. “The angel has been found?”

Lucifer shifted his gaze from the mirror to Nero.

“Yes. Beelzebub found the angel at a human’s place just now.” Lucifer’s voice was filled with an emotion Nero didn’t recognize. It was almost like he was in a state of shock.


“That’s wonderful!” Nero said happily and looked at the mirror where he could see Beelzebub’s reflection from the human realm. It was nighttime and the daemon was standing inside a church – the only place where communication between Earth and Hell was possible. “How is she? Is she beautiful?” Nero asked as he leaned forward against the mirror with his arms on the throne’s armrest, but Beelzebub snorted.

“She…?” The daemon crossed his arms and looked around inside the church before he said: “It’s not a she. It’s a he.”

“It’s a boy?!” Nero asked and was about to fall off the throne’s armrest. “But… Everything is prepared for a girl!”

“It doesn’t matter, Nero,” Lucifer said next to the incubus. “When I learn the angel’s name I will love him no matter what gender he has. That’s the way Yahweh designed both me and the angel.”

“And the angel looks like a girl anyway so it won’t make any difference,” Beelzebub muttered.

“Looks like a girl?” Nero asked and Beelzebub gave him a meaningful smile.

“Yes. The angel looks almost exactly like you.”

Nero felt shocked. He was confused about the thing Beelzebub said. It was clearly meant as an insult by calling Nero girly, but at the same time Nero couldn’t react to the insult because the shock of knowing that the angel looked almost exactly like him made him unable to react at all.

“What are you saying, Beelzebub?” Lucifer asked and looked at the daemon in the mirror.

“The angel looks like Nero’s twin brother. He has lighter hair and skin though, and he has a very innocent look and aura around him compared to the mischievous little tramp we all know,” Beelzebub’s eyes wandered from Lucifer to Nero and gave him a meaningful smile again.

“Shut up, you ass!” Nero yelled and gave Beelzebub the finger. “Just you wait until you get back to Hell and I’ll show you what this little mischievous tramp can do.”

“I would like to see that,” Beelzebub chuckled. Nero started to growl like an angry cat.

“Stop it you two,” Lucifer sighed. “Keep an eye on the angel, Beelzebub. I’ll make a personal visit and bring him down to Hell together with me.”

“As you wish, my lord.” Beelzebub bowed and his reflection in the mirror disappeared and was replaced with Lucifer’s and Nero’s.

“Finally we’re getting somewhere,” Nero sighed with a relief and smiled. “I can’t wait to meet him!”

“The following hours I want you to secure the whole palace and palace grounds. Make sure to remove all trespassers if you find any, and give the soldiers the order to keep up the security at maximum. We don’t want anything bad to happen while the angel is here, and you know the problem we have with the Ice Kingdom,” Lucifer said and stood up from the throne.

“Yes my lord,” Nero bowed and hurried out of the room to go and change to his clothes and then start with his work.

The problem with the Ice Kingdom that Lucifer had mentioned had definitely put the ordinary life in Hell on edge. The ruler of Ice Kingdom called Leraje was a Throne and Prince of the Ice Kingdom. He was known to dislike Lucifer and Beelzebub, and together with the snakelike Seraphim Azazel – the third most powerful daemon in Hell – he wanted to throw Lucifer off of the throne and take over Hell. A civil war was threatening to break out and this was a very bad timing for the angel to be found.

But it’s still good that the angel was found. If the prophecy is right then the angel will be the greatest weapon we have and maybe we can use him to win the civil war too?, Nero thought as he exited his room fully dressed and started to adjust the security inside the palace before continuing with the security outside. Finally!, he smiled as he walked down the corridor.

Then the moment when the angel was taken down to Hell came. The moment when Lucifer gave Nero the information about the angel sleeping inside Lucifer’s room Nero wanted to barge in there to wake up the angel and get to know him. Lucifer had to practically throw him down head first down the corridor but Nero still didn’t give up.

“I want to meet him!” he protested and pouted as Lucifer held him away from the door pulling at his shirt.

“You’re going to scare him. Get away from the door! No one’s allowed in there,” Lucifer had to struggle to keep Nero away from the door. Nero was more slippery than an eel with his agility traits.

“No, I won’t scare him, I promise! I’ll hide my horns and tail.” Nero tried to pull himself free from Lucifer while the glistening smile was playing on his cherry-colored lips, and his horns and the fluffy tail grew back into his body.

“Listen to me!” Lucifer sighed and then pulled hard enough on Nero’s shirt that Nero fell backwards into Lucifer’s arms. “I don’t want to order you around, but I guess I have to. This is an order, Nero: Don’t go inside that room unless I say so. I’ll introduce you soon enough.”

Nero stopped struggling in Lucifer’s arms and looked up at Lucifer with a sad look in his face. He met Lucifer’s stern look and he knew he had to give it up.

“As you wish, my lord,” he mumbled and when Lucifer released him he sat down on the floor with his legs and arms crossed and pouted.

“Don’t be like that, Nero,” Lucifer sighed and walked up to the door. He touched the cool wooden door and said with his back against Nero: “The problem with the Ice Kingdom has made me make a decision about giving you to the angel. You are the best man for the job, and I know that you and the angel will probably get along well.”

“You think so, my lord?” Nero looked at Lucifer’s broad back and then got a smile as an answer when Lucifer looked at him over the shoulder.

“No one has ever disliked you after getting to know you.”

Lucifer’s words felt warm inside Nero’s chest. It brought him a smile on his lips. He didn’t love the Devil for naught. Lucifer really was the one who meant the world to Nero.

“Thank you, my lord,” he said quietly and watched as Lucifer opened the door into his bedroom. Nero peeked inside and saw the huge open canopied bed with someone lying in it. He saw the hint of beautiful silk hair before the doors shut before him, and his smile got even brighter as he whispered: “I’ll be your bodyguard, angel. I promise I’ll protect you. I can’t wait to hear your name.”

Two hours later, as he was sitting on the floor leaning back against the doors into Lucifer’s bedroom like he was protecting and guarding them, he heard footsteps in the corridor. He took a hold of his battle knives and as he looked up to the source of the footsteps he saw Beelzebub walk towards him. He let go of the knives.

“You’re not allowed to disturb our lord and the angel. No one is allowed in there,” Nero said and stood up.

Beelzebub smiled his cocky smile and leaned forward against Nero with his arm against the door behind Nero. Nero had a bad feeling.

“I’m not interested in our lord or the angel at the moment,” he said and looked at Nero like he was Beelzebub’s favorite toy.

“Oh, then what are you interested in, Mr. Silly? You can’t possibly be interested in this little incubus – or are you?” Nero said and gave Beelzebub the same type of smile back. He didn’t want to lose against the daemon.

Beelzebub laughed quietly and bored his gaze into Nero’s.

“What if I say I am? The guards passing by here have told me that you haven’t copulated since last night.”

Nero’s smile faded away and he stared carefully at Beelzebub. The daemon was after something.

“And what does that have to do with you?” Nero hissed.

“It’s my job to see to it that the guards are healthy and capable of doing their work. And in your current state you are too weak to do your job,” Beelzebub caressed Nero’s cheek with his finger.

“There wasn’t any time for me to ‘eat breakfast’ when I heard all the commotion in the corridors this morning. And I feel fine so you can go on strolling around and do whatever you were doing.” Nero’s voice was filled with a challenging tone. He really didn’t like the daemon in front of him, and he now knew what he was after.

“Oh? But I can tell by the pale look in your face and the smell of pheromones around you that you’re in need for a lunch break.” Beelzebub leaned even closer and closed the distance between his and Nero’s lips. In that instant when Nero felt the daemon’s breath on his cheeks he felt the hunger in his body wake up. Beelzebub was right. He was feeling a bit tired.

“So what are you suggesting then? You want to fuck me?” Nero asked and stared at Beelzebub’s eyes right in front of him.

Beelzebub snorted and said: “You come along. It’s an order,” and took a hold of Nero’s collar and pulled him along. Nero didn’t struggle but he didn’t follow him obediently. Beelzebub was a prince of Hell and Nero was a simple half-daemon. He had to follow the orders of his superiors. He pulled himself free from the daemon’s grip and met Beelzebub’s look over the shoulder with defiance. Even though Nero didn’t care about pride the daemon in front of him was the only one who could hurt his pride. Beelzebub just smiled and continued walking, and with a nervous beating heart Nero followed.

They arrived to Beelzebub’s room – just as Nero figured. Beelzebub’s room was as huge as Lucifer’s. The room was half of the size of the golden great hall where Lucifer had his throne. The room had its huge bed all the way back and to get there you had to walk past a big fireplace, different kinds of wardrobes and cabinets, tables and working desks with different kinds of weird widgets of different sizes and materials along with big piles of paper – probably Beelzebub’s guard plans and maps over the palace and the surrounding grounds. There was a huge rug on the floor which in the human realm would have been called a Persian rug. Its twisting and colorful patterns gave the room a warm feeling even though the daemon living there was as cold as the Ice Kingdom’s constant winter. On the walls hang big paintings with snakes and with Beelzebub in different poses. The daemon was known for his narcissistic nature and Nero had been inside that room so many times that he didn’t even care about the surrounding anymore.

“Get on the bed,” Beelzebub said and walked up to a cabinet made of dark wood and glass. Nero hesitated. “That’s an order.” Nero did as he was told. He hesitantly walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. It was soft and felt nice – just like always. He stared at Beelzebub who opened the cabinet and took out two glasses and a bottle of the finest scotch whiskey. He poured up a little in both glasses and then put the bottle back into the cabinet. He usually did that when he was about to play with Nero but didn’t want the incubus to “bite” him.

“I don’t want a drink,” Nero said defiantly as Beelzebub walked up to him and offered him the glass. Nero didn’t like alcohol at all and it would just make him feel weird.

“It’s not an offer,” Beelzebub answered.

Of course not, Nero thought and unwillingly took the glass. He knew Beelzebub wanted to make him wasted. That way it was more fun for him. Nero knew Beelzebub was feeling bored at the moment because the palace was so safely guarded that there wasn’t much for him to do, and so he had searched for Nero to have some fun. The daemon didn’t care if Nero was ‘hungry’ or not. He just wanted to waste some time. Damn you…, Nero sighed in his mind and looked at the content in the glass.

As Beelzebub took a sip from the glass Nero followed his example. The strong taste of alcohol burned on his tongue and in his throat – made him cough and double over as tears sprung up into his eyes. No matter how many times he drank Beelzebub’s whiskey he never got used to it.

“How can you drink this stuff?” Nero asked with a strained voice when he had stopped coughing. He sat up straight again and looked at the glass in his hand with disgust and he dried the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. “It’s so disgusting.”

Beelzebub laughed and leaned against the bed pole and looked down at Nero with a teasing smile.

“You’re a kid. Of course you can’t appreciate the fine taste of whiskey,” he said mockingly.

“Hey! I’m of legal age and considered an adult in Hell. Don’t mock me!”

Nero felt angry.

Beelzebub laughed again and took another sip of his scotch before he said: “You’re still a kid to me. You’ve just lived for 36 years, and I’ve been living for thousands of years. No matter how old you get you’ll always be a kid in my eyes. Besides, you’re still a teenager.” Nero growled like a cat. He really didn’t like the daemon in front of him. Beelzebub looked at the glass in Nero’s hand and asked: “Are you not going to drink it?”

Nero knew he didn’t have a choice. Beelzebub had made it clear that it was a silent order to empty the glass. Irritated as he was Nero didn’t think before he gulped the whole whiskey down and suddenly it burned so bad in his throat and stomach he dropped the glass to the floor and put his arms around his stomach and throat as he coughed violently.

Beelzebub laughed.

“Hey, don’t gulp it down like that or else you’ll feel like shit.” He patted Nero on his back with a faked worried look, and then he pushed Nero down on his back on the bed and leaned over him. “But I won’t complain. You’ll get more tipsy like this, and it’ll be more fun for me.”

“You asshole!” Nero tried to yell, but his voice was hoarse. “I hate you!”

“I know you do,” Beelzebub whispered satisfied and opened his belt as he looked Nero deep into his eyes. “I’m not that fond of you either, so I guess the feelings are mutual.”

Nero was just about to ask Beelzebub a question but before he had time to throw the angry question at Beelzebub the daemon kissed him hard enough to push Nero’s head down in the madras. If you hate me this much why do you insist of copulating with me?, Nero thought as he felt himself get intoxicated by the alcohol. He was really lightweight.

When Nero got drunk, or even a bit tipsy, he would get more relaxed. Beelzebub knew this and would from time to time offer Nero a drink if he wanted some relaxed sex with the incubus. Otherwise Nero would be all tense and defiant, and right now Beelzebub wasn’t in the mood to have some violent sex. Being with Nero like this relaxed him a lot and he really enjoyed it in terms of physical pleasure. But even though he didn’t want to admit it he also enjoyed it because it was Nero. 

Beelzebub didn’t really understand it himself but he disliked the incubus to the point where he actually cared about him in a sense. They hated each other to the point where they couldn’t stand each other, but yet they couldn’t live without the other. Why’s that?, Beelzebub asked himself as he pushed Nero’s shirt up to expose his cherry-red nipples. Just the sight of them made it water in Beelzebub’s mouth and after he took a hold of the incubus’ arms to pin them down on top of Nero’s head, he pushed his lips against one of the nipples and made Nero cry out in pain.

“Don’t bite!” Nero exclaimed and wanted to move away, but his arms were pinned down and he was too weak from the tipsiness to free them from the daemon’s grip. Or did he really want to free himself? “Ah…”

“Admit it. It turns you on,” Beelzebub smiled and nibbled a licked carefully on Nero’s sour nipple.

“Ah… No…,” Nero sighed and felt a pleasurable wave spread from his chest and fill up every little nerve with a soft electric feeling.

The weight of the daemon on top of him felt pleasant and the warmth from the other man’s body made his head spin with lust. Even if it was Beelzebub he still got turned on, and slowly he was teased to get hungrier for both the life energy and the pleasure. His body relaxed and he let out quiet sighs as the daemon pleasurably attacked his nipples with his tongue, lips and teeth. His thoughts were numbed by the alcohol and he didn’t resist at all. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to the lustful pleasures offered to him by the daemon on top of him.

Then he let out a heated gasp; a warm and shallow breath signaling that his body was hot and accepting for whatever Beelzebub was going to do.

Beelzebub noticed the sigh and stopped teasing Nero’s nipples and just looked at the incubus in front of him. Nero had a fevered blush on his cheeks and his closed eyelids revealed his long and beautiful eyelashes. They rested against his cheeks, making him look innocent and lovely. Every inch of Beelzebub’s body craved for the half-daemon.

He’s intoxicating me with his pheromones, Beelzebub thought as he kissed Nero gently and felt how the sweet smell made his body hotter and hotter. He knew Nero released even more pheromones when he was hot, and Beelzebub didn’t mind. It was the sweet intoxication of Nero’s pheromones that made him crave for the half-daemon’s body even if they weren’t in the same room. Beelzebub loved Nero’s pheromones. The sex was always much better with him.

He undressed Nero slowly and threw the clothes to the floor. When he let go of Nero’s hands Nero didn’t do anything that could be taken as resistance. He lay there relaxed and opened his eyes slightly to watch Beelzebub undress himself. The sight of the daemon’s hard member made his head spin even more with lust. He wanted it inside him. He didn’t care if it was the daemon he hated the most. He knew from personal experience that Beelzebub was probably the best he had ever had when it came to rolling in the hay. He welcomed the daemon into his body with open arms, and as Beelzebub’s hardness buried itself in Nero’s soft flesh Nero held his breath. When it slowly reached into the deepest parts of him he let out his breath to relax. He looked up at Beelzebub with his slightly open eyes and felt the heat from him and Beelzebub mix together, pushing his mind into a blurred state.

Beelzebub began moving. Nero’s body was quick to adjust itself and as the daemon pulled out a slightly painful but very pleasant tingling spread in his body. Then the daemon pushed his cock back in and Nero let out a breath again. He reached out for Beelzebub with his arms and put them around the daemon’s neck. The life energy slowly poured into him. His body tried to absorb as much as it could already. It was a sign that he really was hungry.

“Ahhn…” he sighed and closed his eyes again. “Haah…”

He could feel Beelzebub’s gaze on his face. He knew the daemon liked seeing Nero in bliss while having him inside his body.

“The color is already coming back to your face. Are you that desperate?”

The mocking tone in Beelzebub’s words didn’t hurt even though Nero would normally have thrown a tantrum hearing that tone. Right now the half-daemon didn’t care, and as Beelzebub began moving harder Nero let out more and more moans. He didn’t give a damn about anything. It actually felt nice being affected by alcohol and blaming it for him giving in to Beelzebub’s demands in bed. He didn’t have to put up his defiant attitude to keep his pride – which he normally didn’t care about.

Why do I only care about my pride with this guy?, he thought and suddenly cried out in pleasure. Beelzebub had just rammed himself inside Nero with a hard thrust and hitting the right spot. Finding that little spot made Beelzebub smile and as Nero met his gaze he instantly felt like he was defenseless against the daemon’s pleasurable torture. That scared him a bit but he knew Beelzebub wasn’t going to hurt him. Not much at least.

“Aaah! Nngh! Not … that hard!” he begged and moaned while flashes of intense pleasure shook his body every time Beelzebub hit that special spot inside him with brute force. “Please…!”

“Are you already begging for mercy?” Beelzebub asked. This time Nero really did want to punch him and as he opened his eyes and gave the daemon a toxic stare Beelzebub laughed. “That expression doesn’t suit you. Let me change it.”

Beelzebub took a hold of Nero’s hard cock and moved his hand along with the thrusts. Nero’s eyes rolled up and closed, and he instantly arched his back and squeezed the sheets with his hands. He pulled at them. His body was so hungry and it was in an uproar of pleasure that it drove him to move his hips along with Beelzebub’s movements. Their pounding bodies made obscene noises and Nero’s body tingled so much out of pleasure that it felt like he would crumble. The tingling made him loose the strength in his hands and finally he lay on the bed limply, moaning and panting like his life depended on it.

“Aaah! Haaah! B-Beelzebub…!” he cried and felt how his body was tensing up. “I’m … about to…”

“Me too…” Beelzebub panted and Nero felt a sweat drop on his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at the handsome man above him. Beelzebub’s expression was of a man pursuing more and more ecstasy, like the amount he already got wasn’t enough.

Then suddenly the wave came and Nero felt how his body was filled with an intense feeling of life. He lost his breath. They both came at the exact same time and that made Nero’s body so overwhelmed with pleasures that he forgot how to breathe. Beelzebub’s life energy was so strong that Nero didn’t need more than just an ounce to be fully charged with life for a whole day, but every time he and Beelzebub had sex he got more than he needed and that overwhelmed him. The guards and servants didn’t have such strong life energy because they were of such a low rank, and that made Nero to “eat” at least three times a day.

His body was shaking and he had to crawl up into a ball when Beelzebub released him. His body was so sensitive now from the dose of life that he had to try and calm himself. He panted for breath and tried to relax but nothing helped. The door to the room slammed shut and it got quiet.

Is he finished with me?, Nero thought a bit saddened as he felt lonely. He was a very sociable person and liked to cuddle, and even though it was Beelzebub he had hoped for a little softness from the daemon. Sometimes Beelzebub would give him some time to relax by letting Nero cuddle up in his arms, and sometimes the daemon would just throw him out of the room. He’s so damn cold. Like a snake…

The door opened and slammed shut again and steps came closer. It was Beelzebub’s steps. Nero didn’t look at him. He was too busy with calming himself down. But as the steps stopped right next to the bed he felt fingers softly comb through his hair. As he looked up at Beelzebub the daemon held out a glass to him with a yellowish white content.

“Do you need a drink to calm down? It’s not as strong as pure whiskey and it’s pretty sweet,” the daemon said and Nero carefully pushed himself up from his lying position and took the glass and looked at it. “It’s milk punch – whiskey with hot milk and honey, so it’s not too strong for you.”

“Did you leave the room just to make this for me?” Nero asked and looked at the daemon who wore a magnificent deep blue robe with silver embroideries.

Beelzebub got a small sour look in his face and turned his eyes away from the naked incubus.

“I just thought you wouldn’t be able to relax like that. You always have a hard time after we’ve copulated, you know.”

Nero smiled teasingly and looked at the daemon suggestively.

“Are you trying to say that you actually care?” he asked with a teasing tone, but Beelzebub gave him an ice cold stare. “Didn’t think so,” Nero smiled and then tasted the milk punch. It was sweet even though it had the taste of alcohol in it. But this was at least drinkable and maybe the effects would help Nero to calm down even more. He was still tipsy from the other glass and this would probably make him sleepy. He gulped it down and then gave Beelzebub the glass before he lay down on the bed again and took a deep breath and sighed. “So what are you up to? You didn’t go and make that drink for me if you didn’t have something on your mind,” he said and felt even tipsier.

“And you drank that even though you knew it?” Beelzebub asked with a satisfied smile on his lips. “You really are masochistic, aren’t you?”

Nero giggled quietly and felt how his body relaxed.

“Not really. I just know that you like to fuck with me in more ways than one, and even if I try to get away you always end up getting your will through anyway. So why not corporate and get this over with?” he said and took another deep breath and smiled to himself satisfied over the effects from the drink. His body felt all relaxed now.

“So you resign yourself to your fate?” Beelzebub asked and Nero heard the man undress again. As he looked up at the daemon when he slowly realized what Beelzebub was doing he felt a small panic. “Let’s see how you feel after another round.”

“What?!”

So this was Beelzebub’s objective for making that drink to him. Of course!¸Nero thought and got up from the bed, but he was immediately pulled back into the sheets. He had thought the daemon was going to tease him sexually for a while but not actually go for another round.

“Where do you think you’re going? Didn’t you say you couldn’t get away from me?” Beelzebub’s words were like poison in his mind, and before he knew it he was whimpering while Beelzebub forced his body open once more.

Doing this two times with the daemon prince made Nero’s body react violently on the high dose of life energy. It was almost like a small battery driven clock was connected to a nuclear reactor. His body overdosed and the pleasure was so strong it felt painful and he finally started to scream. His whole body burned and his mind was totally messed up. He threw his head from side to side, clawed at the daemon’s arms until his nails went through the skin and Beelzebub started to bleed, his muscles were so tensed up it hurt. He was acting like a desperate animal whose instincts were running wild.

Beelzebub didn’t mind the incubus being in a state like that. He enjoyed seeing it. Even if Nero hurt him when he clawed at his arms Beelzebub didn’t care. He got a smile on his lips and moved even harder. Nero screamed even louder and suddenly his tail and horns grew out from his body, meaning he had totally lost control of himself.

“You’re so cute when you’re in this state,” Beelzebub chuckled.

 When the daemon prince finally came into Nero’s body the incubus suddenly got all quiet and still. He stared into empty space and still held a tight grip on the sheets under him. Then his muscles twitched and Nero took a deep breath and rolled over to the side and curled up and hugged himself tightly. Then he started to purr while his body continued to twitch.

“What a pitiful sight,” Beelzebub smiled and caressed Nero’s cheek. “This is the only way I can make you purr for me.”

“S-shut … up… I-idiot…” Nero’s voice was strained and quiet. His breaths were shallow and short because his body twitched and it sounded like he had a hard time talking. “Y-you made m-me … OD… Asshole…”

“Is it painful?” Beelzebub smiled and brushed carefully the blond hair from Nero’s eyes.

“Y-you know … it i-is…”

Nero purred because the overdose of life was painful. It felt like his whole body would explode from the inside. Like some cats in the Human world and in Hell were known to purr while being in pain, so did Nero. His cat nature showed itself when he was in pain and the vibrations from the purring calmed his hurting body and his worried mind. He had overdosed many times before because of the exact same daemon in front of him, but no matter how many times he overdosed he still couldn’t get used to it. The pain was so overwhelming and he was afraid of pain even though he had gone through Hell’s notorious and most intense military education available.

“Will it feel better like this?” Beelzebub asked and lay down next to Nero and opened his arms to the purring incubus.

“I hate … y-you,” Nero cursed but moved closer into Beelzebub’s arms and closed his eyes as the daemon prince put his arms around his body. It instantly felt better but Nero would have preferred to lie in Lucifer’s arms instead where it felt safer. The daemon holding him was deliberately causing him pain just to be able to hear Nero purr, and Nero knew he found satisfaction in seeing him in a state like that.

Beelzebub’s soft caressing calmed him more and when his body finally started to relax he started to feel sleepy and exhausted. His purring got quieter and his breathing became more and more stable. Even if the painful feeling of too much life energy still remained it didn’t feel as terrible as it had felt before, and then he slowly fell asleep and his purring got quiet.

When he woke up it was already evening. The room was quiet and Beelzebub was nowhere to be seen. Nero wanted to talk to Lucifer about the angel but as soon as he got up from bed his body felt heavy like led. Every muscle hurt as he moved and hid head was aching.

A hangover?, he thought and sighed. Slowly he managed to dress himself and then drag his feet to the door on the other side of the huge room. Damn Beelzebub… I’ll get him for this, he thought as he got out from the room and closed the door behind him.

Then he looked down the corridor to where Lucifer’s room was and got surprised as he saw the palace doctor Hecate hit Lucifer on his head with the journal in her hand. She seemed angry and Nero wondered what could have happened. As he came closer he could hear:

“… and that poor angel is scared shitless now. You are like a monster to him!” Hecate’s blood red lips moved with surprising grace even if she was very angry.

“I know! You don’t have to hit me for it! I know exactly what I did wrong and I said I was sorry!” Lucifer answered. He had a childishly grumpy expression on his face. He always had that expression when Hecate was around. Nero thought it was amusing seeing Lucifer like that in front of Hecate.

Hecate was a renowned doctor and had been asked to work at the palace by Lucifer personally. She worked as an innovative doctor in the palace taking care of the staff and guards, and she served as the royal personal doctor too taking care of Lucifer and Beelzebub and everyone around them, including Nero. She was a very tall woman, much taller than Nero, and she had beautiful curly red hair down to her shoulders. She always wore a sexy red cheongsam with black embroideries and a high slit so that her right leg was always peeking through. On her feet she wore black high heel pumps. She was a dream to many men and women in Hell and it was known that some pretended to be ill to be able to get her attention. Once Hecate had told a story about a guard who came in to her office saying he felt really sick. When Hecate had examined him and didn’t find anything wrong with him she had asked if he really was sick, and he had answered “I have love sickness”. That instant Hecate had knocked him with a fist to his nose and thrown him out of her office head first. She was not to be taken lightly and she could get very scary if someone angered her. She was such an independent woman that everyone felt like children in her presence, and that was probably why Lucifer had that childish expression on his face.

This time she was angry at Lucifer. Nero wondered why and as he walked over he had to get support from the wall to his left. As he walked up to them they didn’t even notice him. They were too busy arguing and Nero listened for a short while what they were arguing about.

“You hurt him and his trust! I can’t believe you!” Hecate yelled. Her red hair bounced around as she moved her head.

“I couldn’t help it! Do you have any idea of what kind of feelings I had when he refused to give me his name?! To finally have him down here after thousands of years of waiting was overwhelming and when he refused to give me his name I got frustrated! I know what I did wrong and I regret that. I wasn’t thinking at all and I do feel ashamed of myself!” Lucifer yelled back.

“You’re absolutely right! You certainly weren’t thinking at all when you forced yourself on the poor angel! He’s innocent and has no idea of what hardship is, and here you throw a very terrible hardship on him without any hesitation!”

Nero felt shocked.

“Did you rape him, my lord?” Nero asked bluntly, and suddenly both Hecate and Lucifer got quiet as they noticed him next to them. Lucifer’s face revealed that that was the case and Nero shook his head. “You couldn’t have…! You would never hurt anyone who’s innocent, my lord!”

“Well, this time he has done it!” Hecate said harshly and looked meaningfully at Lucifer, who didn’t look at either of them.

“Where is the angel now, my lord? I want to talk to him,” Nero said and looked desperately at his lord. He knew what it must have felt and he felt that maybe he could help the angel in some way by giving support.

“He’s in the human realm at the moment. He asked me to bring him back to the human who he had gotten to know on Earth. That’s the least I could do,” Lucifer said quietly and then opened the doors into his room. “Leave me alone now.” Then he closed the doors with a slam.

Nero sighed. “I never thought he would do something cruel like that. Ever since he brought me here twelve years ago he has been nothing but just and caring. I feel sorry for the angel.”

Hecate leaned forward and looked him in the eyes. He had a stern but calculating look in her eyes.

“You’ve OD’d on life energy, haven’t you? You look like shit,” she said and Nero nodded slightly. “And you reek of alcohol. Was it Beelzebub again?” When Nero nodded again she sighed and stood up straight. “What’s wrong with both him and Lucifer? Being the high-ups in Hell must make them blind for other people’s feelings.”

“I’m okay. You know I’m used to this. I and Beelzebub hate each other so I’ll get back at him for this. Don’t worry about me. Have you talked to the angel?” he asked, and Hecate nodded. “What did he say?”

Hecate shook her head.

“He didn’t say much at all. He was mostly shocked from the experience, and when Lucifer told him the truth about God, the angels and Paradise he got so shocked that the first thing he asked for was to be taken back to Earth. Poor thing must have been so scared. He looked like a frightened animal cowering under the covers.” She looked like she was genuinely worried about the angel.

“Will Lucifer bring him back here?” Nero asked and Hecate nodded.

“I don’t know when but he said he will let the angel calm down with the human he feels safe with and then bring him back down here when the angel feels better.”

“I see. Do you know his name?” Nero was curious about the name of the angel who was said to look like him.

“His name is Neon.” The name sounded soft and serine in Nero’s ears. Hecate got a smile on her lips and she giggled as she looked at Nero. “You two really look alike. It’s almost like you’re twin brothers. He had a very calm aura around him even if he was frightened, so the name Neon fits him perfectly because of the softness of it. Your aura is normally more playful and energetic and your name sounds a little harder so it fits you perfectly too. You two look so alike but still act and feel so differently that you two would truly be perfect as twins.”

“Thank you. It’s actually an honor that I look like the angel. Neon… I can’t wait to meet him,” Nero said happily but Hecate got a frown in her beautiful face and said:

“Come along with me. I’ll make you some tea with herbs that will make you feel better. You really do look like shit. You’re all pale. Poor thing.”

“I hope it’s not the same kind of tea that made my skin blue and the hair black. It took weeks to look normal again,” Nero said and hesitated to follow her to her office.

Hecate suddenly looked a bit angry.

“Hey! It was new type of healing tea that I had been experimenting on! I won’t give you something like that again, I promise,” she said and then mumbled to herself: “But the effects were truly interesting though…”

“It’s not funny! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to find copulating partners because of that?! I almost starved to death!”

“Now now. It wasn’t that bad.” Nero hissed like an angry cat and his tail got thick while the outer corners of his eyes got sharp. “Come along now and don’t act silly. I promise you’ll get a tea that works.”

Nero hesitated for a moment more and then sighed and followed Hecate to her office.