Page 1 of My Daddy is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Valen

Residing in the depths of Hades is a fate I owe only to myself. Choices made a lifetime ago brought me here. Being feared and revered came with a price tag. It was not too high a price to pay, I had thought, to bask in power no other man strived for. I was different from others I deemed weak and worthless. Never considered myself a mere mortal. I was too strong, clever, and knowledgeable to be one of them.

During my time in power, I was loved by women, feared by men, and respected by everyone else. I had no equals before I was brought down to Hades by the King of Darkness himself. It was a privilege after my untimely death to sit beside his throne as he metered out the undead who took a knee before him.

Once let myself drown in the darkness, in depravity, in the desires of the shadows I was changed forever. Welcomed the gruesome changes to my human form. I am still adored by womenfolk and feared by men. They often speak of my striking appearance, with crimson eyes that pierce through the darkness and horns that curve ominously like a crown of shadows, my towering figure commanding attention wherever I set foot.

Hades has given me a place to embrace the darkness that was always there inside of me. Tales of this darkness have traveled far beyond these infernal depths. As a demon, I act as a gatekeeper, ensuring souls that enter Hades remain here.

In the hierarchy of Hades, my position holds significant influence. I oversee who comes and goes, whether through the veils we can shift through at will, or directly from earth above. It is not just these skills that I am known for—it is my mischievous ways that seem foreign in an underworld of despair.

Besides the role as a gatekeeper, I am considered somewhat of a trickster. Whether here in Hades or during my visits to other realms, I often play tricks or taunt those who consider me an ally. It is done without malice, if that is possible for a demon. It was always what enemies hate most about me.

Truly, I take joy in the work I do as a demon.

“Still dancing between the veil, Valen?” Mayhem wonders aloud, deep, damaged voice rumbling.

“Same as you, friend. I hear you found a woman up top. Is she worth it? Worth what you will have to sacrifice?”

Mayhem stands tall, his being changing. I know his answer before he speaks. “Oh, yes. Cari is worth being any creature she needs me to be. Turns out she loves me for the creature I am, scars, sins and all.”

Chuckling, I hide how his words stun me. Not because I do not believe in mates. I never believed the souls dammed to Hades would ever find our mates. We were doomed to roam the world, the thousands of worlds we walk between, all alone. Him finding his mate seems to be a miracle or at least magic at work.

Bothered by the mention of mates, I bid him adieu and go back to what he found me doing. I spend most of my time slipping between the voids between worlds. I play tricks or tease the inhabitants of whatever world I come to. It fills my dark heart with the little joy I allow myself.

“They never see me coming,” I mutter as I step through a veil.

There is a familiar whooshing, twisting, churning sensation as I cross through the veil. Cool air touches my hot skin, as a strange scent floods my lungs. It is sweet but smoky. I frown as I step out of darkness, into bright, warm sunlight.

Trees dim the reach of the bright sun hanging overhead, telling me where I am. Earth. Somewhere northern, where it is cooler than Hades. Still warm with the sun burning in the skies overhead, puffs of clouds dotting the azure expanse.

“That’s disappointing. It rains up here often, I would prefer that,” I mumble as I kick at a boulder, sending it flying across the meadow I step into.

Small creatures and a delicious looking gazelle startle as the boulder crashes down in the dirt. I chuckle, kicking another one, sending it soaring into the mountainside, where it creates a crater before thudding to the earth below. More little animals scatter, their sounds amplified to my superior hearing.

That is how I hear it. Mortals do not hear or smell or sense things the way a demon does. Everything is heightened, the good and the bad. Pleasure feels very, very good, and pain is so intense it would kill their kind several times over.

“No! Stop it!” a heavenly voice cries out, making the dead heart inside my cavernous chest thump. What is that?

Tilting my head back, I listen. Focus . I hear a heartbeat, rapid, startled. Soft, low, panting breaths. Soft ones. Feminine. Smelling that smoky scent still, a new sensation washes over me. I fear some soft, defenseless creature is in danger. It is panic I feel. I rush through the thick, twisted undergrowth, tail swinging behind me, crashing into trees and shrubbery as I go.

It must be the sound of my thundering footsteps or the crash of my tail that startles them now. Because I come to a clearing where I find just what I feared. A little, soft, needy creature, staring up in abject horror. Above her stands a man, his trousers hanging off his fleshy backside, fire burning at their feet, trailing from a brush fire further up the mountainside.

“I am in a mood to maim a man today,” I mutter, voice booming in the clearing. “Let it be you if you touch her.”

They both turn to look my way. I wait for fear or disgust to fill their faces. It is something I am used to from humans. I was once a human myself, but I still do not understand this. I glance past the man, dismissing him entirely, focusing on the woman. Everything else fades away as it all becomes her .

Crimson hair flows down her shoulders in waves that frame a beautiful face. Fair skin, spotted with little freckles across the nose and pink cheeks, glows in the sunshine. There is fear in her bright green eyes, eyes the color of the brightest emeralds, and rage blurs my vision as my gaze swings back to the man.

Without a word, I wave a hand at him, thrusting him aside. He slides across the dirt with a sickening thud. My tail slams against the ground beside him when he starts to move. Gazing back at her again, I look for wounds or damage done by him. I roar when I see her top is torn, likely by his hands, exposing her breast.

“I will end you. You dare put your hands on her? Scare her? Make her fear what you could do to her?”

“No, no, no, I was just...we were joking . Kidding around. I was not going to hurt her.”

“Liar!” she shouts, her voice trembling. “He lies? You were not joking with him, sweet bird?”

“No! He set fire to my land. To run me out. I—I tried to stop him. He s-said he would...”

Going to her, I draw her close, expecting her to fight me. I tower over her, my tail still thrashes the earth, and my horns are aflame with rage, so it would make sense. Yet, she does not. In fact, to my complete shock, she presses even closer.

The foreign feeling from earlier returns, only stronger. I grab her with an arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Protecting her against him, against the rest of the world. This tiny creature beams up at me with a smile that enchants me.

It is...the world, the universe, it is slowing down. Stopping entirely as I stare back at her. Those bright eyes shimmer, as if she senses it as well. How could she? What is this feeling? Between my legs, my cocks twitch for the first time in a century. Inside my chest, my dead heart twists, aching from lack of use.

Her mouth moves, saying something. My name ? Did I speak it? Her voice is music, magic, calling my name a second time. How does she know who I am? Why is she not afraid of what I am? Once I think this, I know.

“Mate? You’re...I have a... it’s you. You’re my mate ?”

Gazing up at me, she just smiles. There is no hesitance, no question in her beautiful face. Most importantly, I sense no fear from her. Her little hand reaches up, fingertips brushing over one of my horns. I moan as the sensation shoots right to my cocks. It's her moan that sounds next. I please her?

“Yes,” she whispers, eyes wide, holding my black gaze. “You do, Valen. I know you. I am safe with you.”

“Nothing is safe with me,” I counter her, even as lower my head to nuzzle my nose against hers, completely transfixed.

“I am. You saved me.”

Her words remind me of the filth lying on the ground. I turn back to him, tucking her behind me. My tail wraps around her protectively and I almost chuckle when she gives a little surprised sound. Or is it another moan? I am baffled.

Glaring down at the man on the ground, I watch him fuss with his manhood, tucking it back in his pants. He was going to hurt her. Take her in ways she did not want. He would have taken what is mine to take. Mine to savor. To cherish. I thought I knew rage, darkness, hate—until this moment, I had no idea.

“You touched her. You were going to...you were going to ruin her. I would have killed you for the fun of it. For thinking you can touch her, I will kill you slowly, mortal. I will make it as ugly as your dark soul is. Send you to Hades where you will be taken the same way you thought you could take her.”

The smoke grows thick, and I think maybe I have taken us all to Hades in my rage. In my wrath to hurt a lesser creature who thought he had a right to what is mine to have. I am about to tear into this man when I realize I have other worries.

“Mate! What....no! You will be harmed!” I shout as I see my tiny mate rushing toward the fire licking up the mountainside.

Rushing after her, I pick her up, shifting her around to my backside almost as if she were a small toy I were affixing to my back. Without hesitation, she clings to me, as if we’ve done this before. Perhaps we have another life together. Whipping my tail forward, it crashes down on the trail of fire, dashing it.

With another swipe of my tail, the rest of the blaze is almost totally out. Turning back, I stare down the hill at the man I left lying in the dirt. He is gone, but I have his scent. I will find him again. He will pay for what he did here today, for what he tried to do. That man will know pain beyond a mortal’s grasp.

“Valen,” that sweet voice calls, her soft body pressed against my back. “How have you found me when I needed you most?”

I am about to answer when her little hands circle my horns again. Might as well be stroking my hard cocks. I moan as pleasure I have never known rockets through me. There on the mountainside, I go down on my knees. Where I will stay for this sweet creature for the rest of eternity if she demands it.

“I was restless. I thought I wanted to find someone to trick. Someone to make me laugh. Yet I wound up here where you needed me. It must be fate, little bird.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because my heart that has been dead for all of my life began to soar once I saw you. How do you know my name, little bird? Will you tell me yours?”

“You spoke it to me, Valen. I heard it. My name is Iris.”

“Iris,” I breath the name as I bring her astride me. “My little bird. You’re my mate. You understand that? You’re mine now. To care for. To pleasure. To protect. I will be what you need most. Tell me, little bird, what do you need most?”

“I need...I need you , I think. Whatever you can be to me. I am not safe here. Not safe in town. No one wants me or loves me. I was abandoned as a baby so...I have no one.”

“Wrong. You have me. I will be your lover, your best friend, your protector, your daddy. I will be everything my sweet little bird.”

Something flares in her pretty eyes as they gaze up at me. My words play back in my head. I smirk as I reach out to trace my taloned fingers down her slender throat, lower, over the swell of her bared breast. Her breath quickens as her eyes darken. Dragging my touch lower, I pluck her stiff nipple, my reward her soft moan of pleasure.

“Ah, yes, that is what you need, don’t you? You softened for me, grew wet between your legs, your breasts heavier with need of my mouth. You need a daddy, don’t you little bird? To protect you. To please you because a daddy knows what his little girl needs most.”

Iris cries out as my talons rip at her top, baring her flesh to me. Nodding her head, she arches to my touch as I bow my head. I suckle at her breast, licking, biting, flicking my forked tongue at the budded nipple. I imagine it dripping mothers' milk as she carries my seed in her belly. My cocks grow harder between my legs at the very thought.

“Valen, how am I...am I your mate?”

“Because you were created for me to find. To take. To have. I will be your daddy, little girl. Fill your pure pussy with my cocks, give you my child, please you in ways no mortal ever could. You’re mine. Do you know what that means, sweet Iris?”

Pushing up, her thick thighs falling wide on my lap, her tits rubbing against my mouth as I cater to each, she nods. Between us, my cocks rub against her sex, barely covered by the tattered skirts of her dress, burned by the fire that cretin started. I ignore my rage to focus on the pleasure humming inside me. Pleasure I would've never known without finding her.

“Yes. I want...I want someone to want me. To take care of me. I’ve been alone so long, Valen. No one has ever...I never had a mama or a daddy. I want...would you really be my daddy? Would you make me feel good and let me be your little girl?”

Heat hotter than that in Hades simmers in my veins. My sweet little Iris is pure, but her words, her desires, area not . Iris wants me in a way no mortal ever has. Even as I am now, my horns, my forked tongue, my scaled skin, and the sweeping tale. Still, she wants me.

“Oh, yes, little bird. I will be your daddy.”