Page 7 of My Daddy is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Valen

Being home has been a foreign concept for most of my life. It has been my miserable life seem even longer. Once I was brought to Hades, I assumed it was the closest to home I would ever find. Pain is all over the place. Regret. Guilt. It colors the air and clings to you no matter how deep your sins. I cannot shake it off, even when I go on my escapades between the voids, looking to laugh again, to remind myself I was a human once who must have had some feelings.

I was wrong. I had never felt anything before my time in Hades. Nothing real at least. Just rage. Jealousy. Confusion. has been a long life, given the decades spent in Hades. It was the first place all my rage, all the jealousy, my confusion, made any sort of sense. Here I could put it to use, I could aim it at someone else, hurt them with it.

Here I am again, the closest to home I ever felt before. Now it seems so unfamiliar to me. I was up top just two days. I’ve been down here for centuries. My time up top with Iris was enough to change everything. It was enough to change me. Cries of pain, of despair, the heat of the brimstone, the stench of death, they cling to me in a way I am afraid I might never rid myself of—and I can’t taint her with it.

“Let her go,” Bael’s snarl fills my head, echoing over the cacophony of Hades.

Bringing us here, dragging my mate down here, it is diabolical. Bael wants to use who I was, who I became down here, to will her not to want me. To showcase what a monster I am. What a monster I was. I could never repent enough for all I have done. Could never restore the damage I have caused. What I can do is stop being a tool for pain.

I am no longer under his spell—I am under hers and hers alone.

“Never. I will never let her go. Nothing you could do to me will change. We both know she is too powerful for you to do anything to her.”

Turning to face him as Hades falls around us like dark rainfall, I smirk. He thought he had to even the playing ground. Up on her land, her realm, her home, he was no match for her. That sweet little creature with her beautiful body bare, her soft eyes blazing, she tore him to pieces before putting him back together again—just so she could do it again.

I was a trickster, but never did I witness such a trick.

Bael never saw her coming. Too focused on me, on his power struggle, his obsession with me, to notice her entering the fight. I was battered and broken. My mate was there to take on a fight with a foe stronger than any she might ever face again. Just as the way she gave herself to me, without hesitation, without fear, she faced him down as if he were no better than that mortal who set fire to her land.

“This might be true,” Bael agrees with his own smirk. “Could she stand watching me use you for the next hundred years? Fucking your mouth while you cried out for her to stop me. Whipping you with my tail until you come because you love being hurt. Will she love watching? Will it make her pussy wet for you? Or might it make that sweet cunt drip for me ?”

“You cannot have her,” I roar, shooting to my feet. I am chained to the crumbling dirt beneath us, with magic I have no power to break down here. We’re tucked away in his corner of Hades—where his power reigns supreme. No one can best him here, least of all me, someone who catered to him, who was his slave, his toy to play with.

“I said I will have her, and I will . I must know what that pussy tastes like. How it fits all four of our cocks. We can make her take both of us, can’t we, lover? Doesn’t matter if she survives it, long as we get to fuck her together. Ah, there she is, on time like a good girl.”

Snapping my head back, I see the shimmer of her coming through the void. It was as fast as a snap of his fingers for us. For her, for an entity so unlike those we bring down here to toy with, to torture, to taunt for the rest of their lives, it took a moment longer.

“Were we not having enough fun, honey?” Iris calls out as she advances on him. I laugh. I am aching, afraid of what he might do to her, how he might ruin how she sees me, yet I can still laugh.

Iris pauses beside me, shooting him a scathing look. Again, I laugh, the sound maniacal as she kneels close, cradling my head in gentle hands. This is home . This woman, this magical monster of mine is what home is. Here in Hades or up top on her land, she is home. Lowering her head, she nuzzles my nose the way we do.

“We will be home soon, mate,” she hums, confidence shining in her beautiful eyes. “I will take care of this, daddy.”

“It ought to be me taking care of us, little girl.”

“Do you doubt I can handle him, Valen?”

Smiling wider as I gaze up at her lovingly, I shake my head. “Oh, sweet bird, I have no doubt. My mate is a force of magic, nature, of gods and demons. There is nothing, no one that you cannot handle.”

Beaming down at me, my beautiful mate nods. A confirmation. That she is about to handle this with ease. Laughing again, I nod back because I know she will. I meant what I said…there is nothing she cannot handle. Not even the king of hell.

We will be home soon as she said. Up on her land, in that little cottage of hers, where we can make love for days if we want. We can cuddle the way she loves to. I will get to feel our child growing inside of her before I breed her again. And again. And again, if she lets me.

“I am bored of the two of you. I have what I wanted back where it belongs,” Bael sneers at me before dismissing me to focus on Iris. “I will be with you in a moment, lover. After I maim your other lover,” he teases, chuckling before it becomes a gasp of pain.

Now I am the one laughing. Iris hits him with blast of energy that engulfs him. Black smoke, blue flames, and ripples of electric energies pin him to his spot. Iris circles him slowly, a look of fascination on her beautiful face. Witnessing her finding her magic, figure out how to use all this power at her fingertips has been its own form of magic.

There is a light to her, shining bright as she advances on Bael. He was wrong to bring her here. To try to even the battleground by showing where he would keep me, torment and torture me, and where he once had me for himself. It just adds fuel to her rage, colors her attacks with a vast mixture of all that power inside of her.

“I believe taking what is not yours is a sign of weakness. Valen was never yours before. He won’t ever be yours, honey,” Iris declares.

Bael crashes to the ground as she lets go of her hold on him. Towering over his crumpled frame, she regards him as he taunts her. “Has your mate told you about all the others? Before you. How often we shared them? Oh, men too. Anything he could stick his dick in.”

“He does have magnificent dicks. I rather no one else had him before. I accept that no one else ever will have him. Just me. He is just mine now. Is that what kills you—his magnificent dicks don’t even stir for you now. They come to life for me, to fill me, to breed me, to own me. They belong to me now, he belongs to me now, demon.”

Bael cries out as she stops playing nice. Iris bears down on him, twisting his body with a wiggle of her fingers. He roars as she shreds him inside out. We both laugh as pain puts him on his ass, his wrecked carcass shuddering beneath her power.

I twist at the chains holding me back. Preventing me from going to her. Not that she needs someone to save her. It was what she saw the day we met. That I had saved her. I told her how wrong she was. What do I know about saving anything? It was her then, calling out to me, and her now vanquishing a demon while I watch, doing the saving.

“I love you, sweet little bird. I love you as much as my wrecked, black, heart could love someone. I cannot wait to live life with you.”

Iris turns back to watch me for a moment. Her gaze tracks the chains holding me down. They vanish from my wrists, clanging to the ground beneath me. Coming to me, she dips her head, her nose nuzzling mine as her hands tease my horns.

“I love you too, daddy. Love you more than I knew I could. Love saved me, you saved me demon. Saved me from emptiness, from loneliness. I love you. No one can ever tear us apart. Not even that monster,” she hums, brushing her mouth over mine as she jerks her head behind her at the pathetic creature writhing in pain.

Once again, she shifts her focus back to Bael. Not a moment too soon. Our profession of love seems to have given him a dose of energy. Stumbling back to his feet, he launches an assault that should decimate any foe.

Only, Iris is not another demon or a mere witch, not just a shifter or a mystic, she is all of it, all of the magic we’ve ever come across lives inside of her. I stand back to watch the show as she reacts. I am eager to witness her pull back the curtain on all the magic her lineage has filled her with.

“Both of you will be my new toys. You will never leave Hades. Not to play tricks for a laugh. Not to tend to your precious garden, Never again will you have each other. You will watch me take my fill of both of you. This love of yours will destroy you both, as it often does.”

“Wrong yet again. We will be going home soon. Once I get my fill of you , little toy,” Iris taunts him, making me laugh again. My mate is a trickster too, it would seem.

Going up against Bael has been something of a test for her. To try out these newfound powers. There was no need to hold back or be careful as they battled. No call for caution. He is a demon who came to hurt her, to hurt me, to tear us apart—she will not hold back now.

Dodging an attack he hurtles her way, she lets out another laugh. Iris does a quick spin, as if dancing, before she sends her own attack. Oh yes, she is a trickster. Having a grand time while she decimates a demon hell bent on taking away what is hers.

“We’ve been having such fun,” Iris sings as she continues to twist and twirl, even as she sends balls of energy, of fire, and barbs of energy at Bael. “I am afraid our fun is over. I want to go home with my mate now.”

Sending a barrage burst of attacks at him, she laughs once more. Bael crumples on the ground as she stands over him. Waving her hands almost tentatively, wondering what she can do next, she makes a fist. Bale cries out in agony as she contorts his battered body without even touching him. Waiting in pain, he claws at the rocky soil beneath him, begging her to stop.

“I will stop soon. Once you understand that he is not yours. I would never be yours. He is my mate, and I am his. No one will tear us apart. I will kill any creature who tries to.”

“Yes, yes, I understand! Please….” Bael begs as he writhes in pain.

Hearing him beg, a demon who spent a Millenia making others hurt, is remarkable. Iris lets up for just a moment before she presses on again, his shouts of pain echoing along with all the others. Again, she relents, backing up as he sputters on the floor.

“Come for us again, I will not stop. I will go until there is nothing left of what little is left of you now, Bael.”

Turning to me, she holds her hand out. Beaming at her, I take it, drawing her close to my chest. I cradle her gently, tilting her head back. Jade eyes full of fire, of confidence, of purpose, shine up at me.

“I love you little bird. Let’s go home now,” I hum against her lips.

“Let’s go home, daddy.”