WARNING: Cannibalism ahead. Skip the first section [the one until the divider banner] if you're sensible to those things.

Yaellan paled, frantically trying to get up from the floor and failing miserably. Slumped against a dark wood counter, he closed his eyes―engraving his mistress’ cruel features into his memories―as he resigned himself to a gruesome fate.

If given the choice, he preferred Vergil’s fists over the queen’s tender touch anytime. But fate isn’t being merciful today.

“I shouldn’t have messed with the princess,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You should have thought about that before. I don’t like to be disobeyed,” Lilith stated with an arched brow, murmuring a spell in demon tongue to conceal the room from prying human eyes. Only when she felt her magic beginning to work, did she summon her bodyguards.

The twins appeared beside her an instant later, dressed in expensive black suits and dark shades. With only a look from their queen, they closed in on the Lilu and forced him to stand up.

Yaellan growled in anger, attempting to bite one of the redheads, but the Irdu Lili in question growled back and punched him in the stomach, exactly where Vergil had sunk his claws.

“Enough, boys,” Lilith ordered in a bored tone, silencing the three demons immediately. “Nergal, dearest, undress the Lilu. I want him naked before me,” she demanded telepathically.

With ease and quickness, her bodyguard and lover, tore to shreds their victim’s clothes until the blond stood nude before her, just as she requested.

“Your body looks so scrumptious I could eat you right now.” She teleported so close to him that their breath mingled with each other. Grabbing his chin, the demon queen continued by his ear, “But the only body part I enjoy raw is the one that brings you equal parts of pain and pleasure.” Licking her lips, she scraped her nails over his torso, leaving a black, bloody trail along the way.

The sensation of his queen’s nails raking his skin was a highly erotic experience for Yaellan. Pain done by males had never affected him, but he found the one done by females extremely arousing. There was a slight problem with such tendencies; when dealing with a very sadistic female, like his mistress, his masochist ways could mean death.

And he didn’t want to die yet.

Control yourself, Yaellan. Just control yourself.

Her hand continued down his navel and farther until she scratched his slightly hard member, ripping a moan out of his throat when her nails reached the top of his penis.

“You’re enjoying this?” His queen’s voice was softer, passion laced. “Me too, but you shouldn’t.” Her eyes changed from normal amber to bright red with yellow irises and she grabbed his balls a little too hard.

He had to bite his tongue in order to prevent himself from groaning in pleasure, but his traitorous dick didn’t follow his example, showing the queen an even larger erection. Damn you! he cursed mentally as he eyed his member.

The demoness smirked, light playing with the shadows of her face, making her look even more intimidating. She squeezed his balls once more, and this time the pleasure was almost drowned by the pain.

Control, damn it! Control—

He never finished his train of thoughts. His mind went black with agony when Lilith pulled.

Skin ripping. The Lilu’s agonizing scream. Onyx blood gushing to the floor and dripping from the delicious-looking mass in her hand. The scent of cum and blood all around her.

Lilith’s mouth watered at the sight before her. Blood gushed from the incubus’ groin like a river of ink running down his tanned but strong legs. Although still conscious, his head sagged forward, and his knees gave out―making the twins support all his weight. The numerous bruises and cuts Vergil had given him were almost completely healed, but now the progress of those would stop in favor of a more grievous one.

The queen ran her fingers through his fair hair before grabbing it and yanking his head back. His green eyes were half-closed, not daring to return her gaze.

“Do you like how you smell?” she asked, pushing his testicles in front of his face. “Personally, I love the aroma of your flesh.” Inhaling the scent of fresh meat in her bloody hand, Lilith levitated one of the round organs and took a bite of it. “Mmm. You taste as exquisite as you look, my dear. Here, try it for yourself.” Without giving him a chance to prepare, she forced the rest of her price inside of his mouth until he didn’t have any other choice but swallow his own organ. “See what I told you? You taste divine,” she exclaimed, eating the remaining testicle as if it was a succulent red cherry and licking the onyx blood from her hand. Lilith smiled wickedly once more and brought her lips a breath away from the Lilu’s ear. “Next time you’ll think twice before disobeying my orders.” Her eyes returned to their honey coloring, and she turned her attention to the guards. “Take him to his bedroom so he can recuperate.”

Without another word or glance to the three incubi, the High Queen of Hell spun on her heels and exited the kitchen looking for her precious son.

Vergil was quietly drinking a glass of Angostura rum in the tranquility of his office while enjoying the Lilu’s screams. Their human workers couldn’t hear any of the disturbing sounds coming from the kitchen, but the demons could. Mister Dittrich had been made an example for any damned soul who dared disobey or slack off in their duty.

He was still smiling when his mother entered the room in a swirling of red and white colors.

She applauded happily at the sight. “My lovely son is a sadist! I’m so proud of you.”

“If hearing the pain-filled cries of the Lilu and finding them satisfactory makes me a sadist then I must be one,” he said, leaning against the mahogany sofa he was sitting on and gazing at her hands. Even if the blood had disappeared, the scent of it lingered.
“Did you leave him alive?”

“Of course I did, I’m not a rookie in the torture department.” Silence settled in for a few minutes while Lilith took a seat beside her son. “Now you have to find your wife.”

“She doesn’t wish to see me.”

“And since when do you care about the wishes of a human?” she asked, meeting his blue gaze for some long seconds before gasping in mock surprise. “Are you falling in love with our little Chosen One?”

“Mother, please, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then do it. Drag her home if you have to, but do it before your father finds her. We need her alive and well.” Lilith’s tone got sharper as her eyes shone with annoyance.

“You don’t have to remind me that Greek scumbag is related to me, I know what I have to do.” Vergil stood up and the air around him crackled with electricity. “And excuse me, but there are things that wait for my immediate attention,” he gritted out and teleported out of his office before his mom had the opportunity of replying.

Returning to their abandoned building in the heart of Queens, Vergil’s long strides echoed through the ruined hallway as he made his way to the room where his next victim awaited.

The five-story brick dinosaur was almost exclusively used when the family needed to deal with unruly problems. The several pubs, nightclubs, and strip club that surrounded the place helped drowning out any inconvenient sounds, but there was always the occasional scream heard by the unwary. Thankfully, people created some sort of an urban legend, claiming that poor, wandering souls were trapped inside, and thus anyone rarely ever ventured near the old, red building. The ones that did, thought they heard the laments of restless ghosts.

Inside, the wallpaper was peeling off from the humid walls and the wooden floors creaked with Vergil’s every step. The scent of human blood mixed with dank air permeated the entire place, making him twitch his nose in disgust.

He was about to open the door to the torture room when Marcus came out, cellphone in hand.

“You’re here, boss! Good, that saves me the trouble of finding you,” his friend said, stepping aside to let him enter.

“Has he loosened his tongue yet?” the demon prince asked, sweeping the musky room with an icy glare and standing in front of his latest human prey.

The man with short, inky-black hair was tied to the chair by his wrists and ankles with ropes. His bruised upper torso was naked, revealing the same tattoo on both his arms; a blueish-green Chinese dragon that coiled around his shoulders all the way to his biceps and breathed fire into his chest.

“Nope,” Marcus answered.

His other subordinate, a blond with blue highlights, grabbed their prisoner’s hair and yanked his head backward. “He has only been muttering some kind of gibberish.”

“It’s okay. Leave me alone with our guest,” Vergil commanded, looking into the dark, slanted eyes of his prisoner with disdain.

The men froze for a few minutes, debating with silent stares if their boss had made a wise decision. But the two quickly exited the rundown room as soon as they received a murderous look. With witnesses out of the way, the demon prince took off his tailored, gray jacket, hung it from a hook behind him, and rolled his shirt’s sleeves up to his elbows.

“Who ordered the attacks? Why the Yamaguchi-gumi would suddenly crave our territories after so much time?”

When the Japanese only eyed him without answering, Vergil growled and turned his eyes red. “Answer me, now.”

The man spat at the ground near the demon and sneered at him. “My father and I know what you are, and we aren’t afraid of any of you.” He chuckled when his captor’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “They are protecting us.”

“Who are they?”

The Yakuza smiled, showing gold fangs. “You’ll never stop them. Before you even know it, your kingdom will be ashes and we will rule over it as immortal beings.”

Vergil snarled and approached Yamaguchi’s heir, anger dripping from every pore. “Let’s see how much they will protect you now.” His claws grew long, and, with a lightning-fast movement, he slashed the Japanese’s throat; eyes turning white and scarlet blood spurting down, quickly covering everything in red.

Great! Another war to wage.