Perverts 'R' Us

Lucifer's Halo

By Danyealle ( F/Demon )

It was a unique piece of artwork, something the likes of which she had never seen before. According to the placard on the stand, the legend stated Lucifer commissioned it to be his crown, but somehow or other it went missing before he could wear it. Hundreds of years later, it was found on earth, but no one could figure out how it got here. Over the centuries, many people had been its owner, but something horrific had happened to all of them. There was documentation attesting to the so-called curse, if you believed what it said, that is.

After the violent death of the last owner no one had wanted to buy it off his grieving family because of its sinister reputation. Along with the superstition and its history, the auction guide also documented its physical make-up, listing all the precious metals and jewels it was made of. The program assured the buyers that these were indeed authentic, making the artifact almost priceless. Also mentioned was the fact that not all of the objects on it were from its time of its creation, most were added by or commissioned for its various owners.

In an effort to determine just how old it was many tests had been run on it at one time or another, but no one had been able to pinpoint when it could have been forged. It was displayed in a glass case and protected by alarms, so she wasn't able to hold it and give the close examination she wanted to, but from her vantage point she was able to see that it was roughly crown-shaped, rounded, and built up slightly with spikes made to look like thorns jutting out here and there, making it resemble thorn halo Jesus had purportedly worn as he was crucified. Stepping back, she smiled. Finally she had found it and nothing was going to stand in her way from getting it.

Because of the so-called curse associated with it, very few bid on the magnificent piece of art. Mostly it was museums and the like that wanted it to study it and put it on display. She was the only private collector to enter the fray, but that didn't bother her in the least. She was going to have her prize; nothing or no one was going to stand in her way anymore. The thought of getting into a bidding war with institutions that had a great deal of financial backing didn't faze her in the least.

In the end she got what she wanted, Lucifer's Halo was hers. Once home with the coveted prize, she put it on prominent display with the other items of so-called evil origin that she had collected over time. That was the easy part of the operation. Now came the work; she had to start researching and learning what was needed to attain her ultimate goal. When it came to that, she had no illusions that it would be tough to find out what she needed to know. Although she had enough people around to use as research assistants, she was going to have to do most of it herself because of what she was looking for. It wouldn't be a good idea to let what she was up to slip out and let others hear about it. That could be very dangerous.

Unlike most, she didn't think that this particular artifact was fake or misrepresented; it was real, having been forged in hell for the Prince of Darkness himself. While that part of the mythology surrounding the object was true, the rest of the legend about it isn't. It was never intended to be Lucifer's halo; what it had been forged for was to make a gateway between Earth and Hell. No, most people couldn't use it for that purpose; one had to have a certain kind of power to be able to open that doorway. What it was used for by those in the past was to give them SOME of what they wanted; using it like you would the genie in a lamp. It was that use, not what it was intended for, that people knew about and the reason so many had risked everything to possess it. Once they used it for that purpose they were in its clutches. Once it had granted them what they wanted and they were under its spell fully, it made their life a living hell until they died a terrible death. If that wasn't bad enough, by answering its siren song and using it, they had played right into Hell's hands and ended up forfeiting their soul without them knowing it. Hardly a fair exchange, it would seem.

Unlike its previous owners, she knew the flaw that caused their downfall and wouldn't make that mistake. It was, after all, just an object, nothing more, nothing less, and it fed off you to give it power. Yes, it was an awesomely powerful tool, but if you had your own power and knew what you were doing, you could control it, rather than the other way around. That was the mistake the others made and was the cause of their downfall. They didn't have the power to control it, so it controlled them.

What made her different was the fact that she was no ordinary human; her family lineage has some bizarre things in it. She was one of the few humans on Earth that could directly trace their lineage back to a demon. No, she wasn't demonic, nor she was one of Lucifer's minions; it only meant that she wasn't fully human. By her generation, that part was infinitesimal, but it still gave her power, and a great deal of it, something that could give her anything her heart desired, if she wielded it right. Toss into that the fact that her lineage also contained true witches and druids. Because of all those factors, she was powerful, very powerful.

Indeed, she had all the things normal people would kill for; money, prestige, etc. but that wasn't enough. If we traced her family's lineage back through the generations, we would find that her family has always had money. Each subsequent generation that has come along built upon the one before, becoming wealthier with each passing generation. By time she had come along, every stock market in the world could have crashed and it would barely make a dent in her fortune. What she wanted now was power, enough power to make her immortal. But immortality wasn't the only thing on her mind. Long ago, her family once ruled large chunks of this world, dictating that things be done the way they wanted and in such a way as to benefit them and their whims. She wants that power back. But she won't stop at reclaiming what was once rightfully hers. No, she wanted to surpass that. Her ultimate goal was to become the anti-Christ.

People today tout that Lucifer makes the anti-Christ, not that someone can become the anti-Christ. No, most people can't choose that route, but if you have the power, you most certainly can. The misnomer that the anti-Christ signals the end of the world and the other blather that goes along with that isn't right either. In the past there have been many anti-Christs. The realism is that they are nothing more than powerful rulers that Lucifer puts into place to cause the maximum amount of havoc and chaos. Usually they come into power, not as the figurehead/ruler but as the "power behind the throne." They do control things, but it's done through someone, so as not to expose themselves. That way they can swing things the way they want with no one being the wiser. The advantage of this is that you can rule with an iron fist and get what you want out of things before triggering a downfall that will disintegrate things into madness, Lucifer's ultimate goal. It was that position she longed for; the ultimate power trip.

~Five Years Later~

It had been a long, hard journey, but finally the time had come for her to put everything into action. The years spent learning and honing her skills had changed her a bit. While she was still the willowy 5'11", and the 125 lbs she had always been, an exercise routine had toned her up and given her a sleek and powerful frame as well as increasing her stamina. Thanks to that routine, her tea-cup sized breasts had not begun to sag. As a matter of fact, they appeared to be a little fuller than they once were. Her reddish-brown hair was longer and the first strands of gray were starting to show in it. But her eyes were the most dramatic change. They were still the same shade of soft brown they had always been, but they now shone with a knowledge and wisdom that hadn't been there before.

Locking herself in her basement ritual room, one she had build specifically for this purpose, she prepared for the ritual. Making sure she had tight control of her emotions, she began the ritual that would fulfill her goal. Because of all the preparation and the countless hours she had spent making sure everything was exactly right, the ritual ran smoothly. Forcefully, she called upon Lucifer to send her what she needed to do his bidding and give her what she wanted.

As if the whole thing was scripted for a movie, right on cue a being stepped into the realm of man through the port she had opened in the center of the halo. Kneeling in front of her, head bent and eyes on the floor, he waited for her to finish and close the gateway. Once that was done he spoke, "Great lady Sashay, the mighty Lord Lucifer has sent me, Riven, to you, his chosen representative on earth, to do your bidding."

Being called Lucifer's chosen representative told her that, indeed, the ritual was a success. Lucifer had bestowed upon her the mantle of the anti-Christ. "Do you have what I need?" she asked, her voice commanding and firm.

Nodding, he replied, "Indeed. I will pass to you the gift of immortality."

Knowing what this meant, she quickly divested herself of the robes and stood before the kneeling demon naked. "So be it!"

Rising to his full height of 7'0", he looked down at her and nodded, "Yes, my Mistress." Gently, he lifted her up and carried her to the altar that was flush against the back wall. Laying her down, he slid between her legs, kneeling. Grasping hold of his erect member, which looked more like a red spike jutting from his crotch than it did a penis, he placed it at the entrance of her pussy and slid it inside with one stroke.

Hissing a bit at the initial penetration, his 12-inch cock was much bigger than any she had experienced before, she then willed herself to relax. Grasping onto his shoulders, she held onto him as he fucked her animalistically. Spreading her legs a bit more, she reached down and rubbed her clit, feeling it throb slightly.

Unlike with humans, there was no real finesse to his style of fucking. It was more of an animalistic rut driven by bestial need than anything else. The long, hard strokes were intended to have a purpose rather than be for enjoyment. His yellow cat eyes locked with hers as he thrust.

Holding onto him, something to keep her from sliding around, rather than be an intimate gesture, she gazed upwards at him. His long, jet-black hair hung around his face, stopping at his shoulders. It was brushed backwards a bit so she could see the small, red horn nubs on each of his temples. There was a red pigment to his skin that deepened in color as the fucking pushed both of them closer to an orgasm. With each thrust, the black-feathered wings that sprouted from his shoulder blades quivered madly and his long, naked, forked tail swayed back and forth.

Grunting louder and growling a bit, he jack-hammered into her roughly, feeling his balls draw upwards, a sure sign that orgasm was imminent. Clutching onto the altar, the talons that tipped his fingers dug into the wood, scaring it. Throwing back his head, he roared like a wounded beast as he came, spilling his cum deep into her tight canal.

When he started to shoot into her, it triggered her orgasm. Wailing loudly, she shook all over. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. Yes it was an orgasm, but it was more like someone filling her with a tremendous power, almost as though she were plugged into something that was charging her up with a tremendous amount of energy. It felt as though every hair on her body was standing up and tingling with suppressed energy. Over and over she came as he transferred Lucifer's power into her until he was spent.

Once he had finished, he let himself slide out and then stepped back and crouched on the floor, waiting for his next order. After she finished, she lay there in a daze, panting. She felt as though she was on some kind of powerful drug high that left her a bit dizzy, but feeling better than she ever had in her life. Adding to that there was the sensation of pure, overwhelming power surging through her, making her feel as though she could do anything and there was no one left on the earth that could stop her. That was Lucifer's gift, he had bestowed upon her a power and strength usually reserved only for his top lieutenants. But here she was, feeling it surge throughout her body. It was amazing!

Once she had regained her composure a bit, she slid off the altar and put her robes back on. Turning to the demon that was following her every move with his eyes, a blank expression on his face, she nodded. "Come along, we have work to do."

Nodding, he stood up then shifted to his human form, "Yes my Mistress."