Demon Boyfriend (Baal Complete)

Read the previous Installment here.

Now, you may ask yourself, why would one of the most powerful demons go and hide himself in a cornfield? Out somewhere in the middle of the buttfucking country, where the only thing interesting would be the dog chewing on its ass. Well, some things are better from whence you came, even if they are boring.

Consider yourself the older child, prized and gifted and beautiful beyond reproach. And then imagine having to take care of your younger siblings. All of them are wild and feral, out only for blood and malice. Believe me, you grow tired of it. Not just that, you get blamed for all their failings. 

“You’re supposed to keep a close eye on them.”

“It’s your job to make them behave.”

“It is you who has to see they don’t do this.”

I just said fuck it to it all. I didn’t work so hard to become a glamourized babysitter. My siblings could handle themselves, they could control the court, they could handle Mother when she decided to rise from her slumber and eat all of them.

I agree, a cornfield isn’t the best place to make a home, but it was peaceful and quiet, and I had missed that for so many centuries. As things do, life grew around me. I saw many hands in my field, many lives and souls that have passed through. I saw life and death, war and love. Prosperity and famine. I became numb to the way of mortals, so much so, that when reached out to me I finally realized how starved I was. 

The little girl got lost in the cornfield. She was scared and crying, and for some reason, I took pity on her. It wasn’t until years later that another old feeling returned to me. The girl grew up and became a beautiful woman. She was tall with long legs and a soft, warm body I wanted to bury myself in. Sex is such a strange force of nature. I had considered myself above the cravings of the flesh, but with her, I felt it gnawing at me like a rabid dog. I wanted her, nay, I needed her. Such succulent delight is a mortal woman.

I left my cornfield to be with her, and I’ve not regretted it. Well, I didn’t, until I realized that there was something amiss. There was a shift in the energies I was feeling. On earth, more demons had surfaced than there should be. And it wasn’t just the run of the mill demons either, far from. I felt like kindred, my siblings. In the air, I could smell Eligos and Paimon, I could feel Vual and Allocer. This was not good.

“Baal,” he hand rests on my arm. “You look tense.”

I glance down at her and smile. I take her hand and kiss her palm. “I was merely imagining you naked, my love.”

She scoffs and swats at my face. “That’s not how you look when you imagine me naked.” Cora looks at me with those deep, dark eyes. “You look worried. I’ve never seen you look worried.”

I chuckle and slip down off the windowsill. “I would rather make love to you than discuss it.”

She scoffs. “You would rather do that than anything.”

“True, but as you can see, I am not lying to you.” I lay my hand on my chest. I then sigh and slouch my great shoulders as she looks at me. “If I had to leave you, even for a moment, what would you do?”

“I’d probably take a nap,” Cora says with a shrug.

Be still my heart. “You wound me,” I smirk.

“Is there somewhere you have to go?” She asks. She steps close to me and touches my chest. “As long as it doesn’t take longer than a week, you can go,” she smirks.

I dip down and kiss her, wrapping my long fingers around her neck. “A week would be all I needed.”

The way she looks at me melts my old bones. How could such a vibrant, fiery creature love a demon such as me? She is tall and curvy with an ass I’d die for. I am tall as well, but I am gangly and boney. My limbs are long and bleached white by the horrendous light of the angels. I envy her dewy, peachy skin that is covered in a multitude of freckles. I have long horns that grow out from my forehead and curve towards the back. They’re jagged and pitch black, nearly clear like crystal. My body is thin and angular, and I am able to bend myself in extraordinary, unpleasant ways. Her body is ceaselessly pleasant. 

Oh, my pretty one,” I whisper as I touch her cheek. “Why are you not more demanding with me?”

She holds my hand and smiles. “You wouldn’t listen to me if I were.”

I kiss her and moan softly. “I promise, I’ll come back.”

“You better,” she whispers. “Your life depends on it.”

I kiss her again, lifting her off the floor. I then turn, leaving through a portal that opens in the room. I step through it and step out into a small apartment. I smell paint, and I look around. I see canvases stacked high in one room where there is an easel set up in front of the windows.

Dishes crash and fall on the floor. “My lord,” I hear a whisper.

I turn and sigh. “There you are, Barbas.”

Barbas stands there, short as ever. His eyes are wide, and his jaw is dropped. At his feet are a stack of broken dishes. He’s dressed in a shirt and pajama pants. I narrow my eyes at him as I stand up. 

“Not you too.”

A woman walks out from behind Barbas, wearing only a t-shirt. She looks up at him and sighs. “Oh? Another one?” She asks. “You wanna stay for breakfast too?”

Barbas whips around and pushes on her legs. “Go back into the bedroom, Adair! Go back!”

“Why? Is he not a friend?” Adair asks, seeming much calmer than Barbas was.

“More like a boss,” I reply, and Barbas flinches. He whips back around and stands before his mate in a guarding way. 

“You’ve been missing for centuries,” Barbas whispers. “Why show up now?”

I look him over and sigh. “I assume for the same reason you're on Earth as well,” I murmur. “Too many of us have left the court.”

Barbas swallows and nods. “Yes,” he whispers. “It’s becoming a problem.”

I crack my neck. “Who all is missing? Tell me the list.”

Barbas looks up at Adair who smiles down sweetly at him, and he looks back to me. “Paimon, Orobas,” he starts with a shaky voice. “Pursan, Saleos, Marchocias, Gremory, Vepar, Allocer, Furfures, Vual, Berith, and Eligos.”

“Holy shit,” I scoff. “Really?”

Barbas nods. “Yes, my lord.” His expression is grim. “Mother is stirring.”

I huff and grumble. “I’m surprised she hasn’t woken yet.” I shake my head and furrow my brow. “Paimon is gone? Pursan too?” I turn to look at Barbas again. “What of the other Kings?”

“Belial has been coming and going,” Barbas answers weakly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he goes as well. Asmodai is showing impatience as well.”

I frown. “I counted on them.”

“They counted on you!” Barbas suddenly snaps. “We all did,” he growls. “You left us to scramble. To pick up the pieces!”

I hear something and turn my head away. “I know all too well what I did, Barbas and I don’t care.” I open a portal and step through it, entering another apartment that is close to Barbas. I see a woman holding a baby, and she looks up at me with wide eyes.

The baby suddenly goes quiet, and she clings to the mother. The baby isn’t entirely human. 

“I uhm-” the woman stands up. “What is thi-who are-” she takes a few steps back as the baby burbles and sighs.

“Is Eligos here?” I ask.

He eyes go wide again. “He stepped out,” she murmurs.

“Do you mind if I-” I’m suddenly thrown backwards, and a man is on top of me. He changes from a man into a demon like me. Eyeless face and six arms, a crown of dark horns growing from his head. 

“What are you doing here?” Eligos hisses at me.

“Eli!” The woman gasps.

“Stay back Ariel!” He snarls at the woman. 

The baby has been giggling the entire time.

“Baal,” he growls. “Long time no see.” He steps away from me and allows me to stand. He then smirks. “I owed you that hit.”

I huff. “I remember.”

He turns to Ariel and takes the baby, she’s bouncing excitedly and kicking her legs in glee. Ariel glances at me and then back at Eligos.

I huff and watch them. “Is everyone taking human lovers?” I ask.

“You too?” Eligos asks.

I and then point to the baby. “Is that yours?” I ask. 

Eligos hands the baby girl back to Ariel. “She is,” he says. “So now, what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks. “You go missing for centuries and suddenly show up here of all places?”

“I sensed something strange,” I reply. “So I found Barbas, and he told me a great deal of you have been coming to earth.”

Eligos shrugs. “And?”

I frown. “It’s not good!” I snarl. “Too many of us here and Mother will wake up.”

“Then let her fuck a human and stay here,” Eligos huffs. “I’ve had it, and I know plenty of others have too. Since you left the other kings have been fighting to take your spot.”

“Fucking still?” I scoff.

Eligos nods. “It was becoming suffocating down there with all the fighting. So, when we could, we left.”

I sigh and glance at Ariel and the baby. “When the realm of man becomes a much better place to live than our own court.”

“What are you going to do?” Eligos asks.

I sigh and shake my head. “I’m going to go back to the court,” I reply with a heavy heart. “As much as I don’t want to.”

Eligos watches me. “What will you do?”

“Finish what I started I suppose.” I then take a piece of paper and write down Cora’s address. I hand it to Ariel. “If I am not back in a week, will you go see her?”

“Yes, uhm, of course,” Ariel gasps as she takes the paper.

I clutch her hand and squeeze gently. “Tell her I’m sorry,” I whisper. I then turn away, opening a portal and stepping through it into the court.

Cora:

He played the part of a scarecrow when we first met. Never in my wildest imagination would I have believed what his true nature was. When he showed himself to me, his true self, I was struck speechless. He was pure white, save the dark crystal-like horns that grew from his forehead. His body was long and thin, he reminded me of a strange, jagged bendy straw. But I loved him, and I found him beautiful. 

Baal didn’t talk much about his past, and I never questioned him about it. The subject always seemed to be a sensitive one for him. He revealed things to me, piece by piece when he felt comfortable doing so. I slowly began to understand Baal, why he was so tired and why he never talked about things that happened beyond the cornfield. 

Baal disappeared several days ago. I had seen the look on his face, for weeks he would stare out into nothingness with a look of stress and fear on his face. I had never seen worry on him before, and it didn’t suit him. He left, promising he would return before the week ended. And simple me, I expected him back that evening. So when he didn’t return, I knew something was really troubling. I went to bed that night, hoping he would visit me in my dreams like he used to. But no, he didn’t come to me in slumber. 

The days went by too slow and yet too fast at the same time. It felt like the world had stopped all of a sudden and thrown me against the wall. And all I could do was wait. I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I had no way to reach him to make sure he was ok. I only slept, hoping that one night he would come to me in my dreams, but even then there was nothing.

One night I dream I’m in the cornfield. I’m standing between the rows, seeing them sway before me. The sky is pitch black, and there is no moon around. I look back down and see Baal standing at the end of the row. 

“Is it you?” I whisper.

He raises his hand up. “Don’t move.”

“Is it you or an actual dream?” I repeat.

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” he whispers. “But I so wanted to see you.”

I frown and take a step towards him, Baal takes a step back. “What’s wrong?” I call out. “Baal, where are you?”

“I’m in the court,” he replies with his gravel-like voice. “I just needed to see you,” he whispers. “I needed strength.”

“Are you hurt?” I shudder.

“Only a little,” he murmurs. “Nothing for you to concern yourself with.”

“How can you say that?” I snap. “I’ve been worried sick all this time!” I stomp my foot. “I love you, and I want you to come home.”

He chuckles. “I want to come home too.” He then sighs, and I can smell blood in the air. “I want to come home so badly.”

“What can I do?” I tremble. “Baal, what can I do?” I start running towards him, and I hear a snap and sit up in bed.

I’m drenched in a cold sweat, and I’m breathing heavy, outside the sun is bright, and I can hear cars going down the road. I get out of bed and get a drink of water from the bathroom. I cup my hand, gulping down cold water. That’s when I hear a knock at the door.

I go to answer and see a woman holding a baby. “Are you Cora?” She asks.

I look her over, noticing she has a sack of food in her hand. “Yes, who are you?”

“I’m Ariel,” she replies and the baby yawns. “Oh uhm, Baal sent me.” She hands me a folded piece of paper. 

“Come inside,” I whisper as I take the paper.

I lead her to the sofa where she sits down and opens up the bag, setting out food. “I got you something too. I figured you would be hungry.”

I’m unfolding the note, and I see my address scribbled inside. Under it, there’s a small little note from Baal. “I’ve gone to fight my brothers. If Ariel is here, it means I may be late. I’m so sorry.”

“He said to say he was-”

I close the note. “Sorry, I know.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“My husband,” she starts unsurely, “he’s like Baal too.”

I look at her, and she’s smiling softly at me. “Did you meet him in a cornfield?”

She giggles. “No, uhm...Eligos and I well, we kind of shared an apartment. I mean, he actually lived in the void that opened in my apartment uhh-” she smiles. “He saved me,” she murmurs. “But he’s a demon too.” She then looks at her baby. “He left this morning to go see if Baal was ok.”

The little girl in her arms had a strange, milky complexion. Her eyes were dark, and there were horns inside her hair. “She’s cute,” I murmur.

“Thank you,” Ariel picks up one of the biscuits and offers it to me. “You should eat something. I promise it helps.”

I take the food from her hand. “Thank you.” I ate slowly, taking small bites as we sat together.

That evening as I was doing laundry I felt a breeze on the nape of my neck. I looked up from pulling wet clothes out of the washing machine, and I turned, seeing Baal standing at the end of the hallway.

“Is it-” I whisper and cup my hand over my mouth.

“I’m tired,” he growls, and he suddenly collapses.

I drop everything and race to him. He’s bloody and cold, but I can’t seem to find any wounds on him. I pull him into my lap, and he growls softly, nuzzling to my legs and stomach. 

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” he murmurs.

“I don’t care about that!” I snap. “Are you ok?”

He sighs. “I’ll be fine. Help me.”

With some effort, I manage to get him standing, and I walk with him to the bed where he collapses again. He curls up on the bed and sighs. “I’m sorry but...I need to rest.”

“It’s ok,” I whisper, take all the time you need.”

He smiles at me and rests his head on the pillow. “It’s good to see your face,” he says before he loses consciousness.

For the next few days, he sleeps. I go about my business, just happy to have him home again. At night I lay down beside him, hoping that in the morning he’ll be back to his old self.

Around the third day, I wake up from a deep sleep to feel his hands on me. I moan softly as his fingers push up my night shirt and touch my bare skin. I feel his breath on my neck and his teeth on my shoulder. 

“Are you awake?” I whisper.

“Mm,” he growls. “I’m starving.”

I press my back to his chest. “Do you...do you want something to eat?”

His fingers curl around my neck, and his other hands slips down into my pajamas. “Yes,” he snarls into my ear.

I whimper as his fingers crawl between my thighs, rubbing to my panties.

“Baal, wait,” I mewl.

He pushes aside my panties and rubs me directly. His fingers push between my folds, finding me ripe, wet and ready. I had been missing his touch all this time, it didn’t take much to get me going again. His fingers slip inside me, stirring me up and making me swoon.

Baal pants and moans in my ear and I feel his hard length against my ass. I roll over onto my stomach and pull down my pajamas. “Hurry,” I beg him.

I feel him slide up behind me and insert his great length inside. I gasp and shudder, opening to his girth. I moan for him and squeeze around him. He pushes in deep, his desperation making him go hard. The bed shakes and clatters against the wall. I sigh and gasp, taking his onslaught with great pleasure. I can feel every inch of him as it charges into me. His heat and his need drive into me, making me shudder.

He surges, and jerks and I cry out. My release comes out of nowhere and races through my body like an electric bolt. He snarls and grunts, his seed pouring into me. He falls down beside me and grabs me, kissing me hungrily as he pulls me on top of him.

I sniffle and kiss him more, peppering his face with them. “I was so scared!” I whimper.

“Oh,” he murmurs. “It’s ok, it’s ok,” he strokes my face, brushing away the tears. “Everything is ok now, love.” He kisses me again. “I’m home now.”

I cling tight to him and press my naked body to his. 

“I had to go back,” he whispers. “I took control and restored order.” He pulls up and looks at me. “I’m number one again,” he licks my lips. “That makes you the queen.”

“Queen?” I ask. “Queen of what?”

He smirks, kissing my neck and chest. “Queen of the Court of Demons,” he purrs.