SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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Yeah, I Am The One, Stronger Than You And Every Mother's Son,
Yeah, I Am The One, King Of The World And The Devil's Son.....- Rob Zombie
Samuel Hill, Jr. sometimes felt as if his father was tempting him from below with songs like that playing over his radio. His father really wanted him to play his part, of course. It was a very simple part: take over this world for him, help carry out his father's eternal war and vendetta against Jehovah for kicking him out of Heaven. Samuel himself was a deliberate part of that plan, being half-human, half-demon. He hadn't realized that he was anything more than just a regular guy until just his freshman year, when Dad, or rather Satan to be precise, showed up at his frat party and lured him into a succubus's bed. After that, he was already damned, so it was easy enough to sell to him back then.
Even so, now he had real doubts. For one thing, he had been turned into a fiend, an incubus, and required to have sexual congress with a litany of mortal girls, damning them forever with his demonic seed. Part of him felt awful for these poor girls, trapped as neatly as himself simply due to ordinary human emotions such as lust that had been used against them. It wasn't really their fault, was it?
For another, what were the actual chances of defeating Jehovah, His Son, and His Host, anyway? Wasn't this outcome predetermined, as much as Dad thought otherwise? If so, why wage a futile fight that would surely result of endless torment for himself? The notion of a Lake of Fire sounded a lot worse than mere Hell, where his father lorded it and pretended to be a God himself in opposition and exile. There, his father, himself, and trillions of souls would suffer eternal burning and the horrid scent of Sulphur without relief.....did he really wish to endure that forever?
While pondering that and trying to ease his emotional turmoil, or forget that, listening to White Zombie's wonderful anthem, written essentially about himself (not that Rob Zombie would know him from Adam....yet), Sam tossed back another shot of Jack Daniels (he liked his drinks unmixed, thank you, none of that weak shit for Satan's sixth ever son......evidently, Dear Old Dad had tried this before, which didn't help with Sam's confidence). He also spied out the girls, because, as horny as he was, sometimes it was just too much to feel sympathy when that could get in the way of alleviating his bottomless lust (thank you for that, Dad!).
Staying in human guise, hiding his red eyes behind his shades, Sam was a bit more brooding than one might expect on the opening night of spring break, the perfect occasion to entice a willing victim into sin and everlasting doom. Talk about getting screwed over, he smirked. Tossing back yet another shot of JD, his favorite hard drink of all (pure whiskey goodness), Sam finally noticed a girl who seemed to be a bit bored and unsure of staying......Well, the boys in his fraternity would love him for keeping her there, if he could, and so would Dad. She seemed unhappy.....yeah, wait until she turns succubus and is damned forever, her fate sealed because of one night's lustful abandon......Unless she could somehow resist temptation (it happened, rarely), the young woman would find a new definition of unhappiness, as she was tormented by crazed and insatiable lust until the End of Days.
Walking over, Sam smiled at her through his shades and asked her, "Getting dull in a hurry, I see? Need a little excitement to liven up the night for you, miss?"
Yeah, I Am The One, King Of The World And The Devil's Son.....- Rob Zombie
Samuel Hill, Jr. sometimes felt as if his father was tempting him from below with songs like that playing over his radio. His father really wanted him to play his part, of course. It was a very simple part: take over this world for him, help carry out his father's eternal war and vendetta against Jehovah for kicking him out of Heaven. Samuel himself was a deliberate part of that plan, being half-human, half-demon. He hadn't realized that he was anything more than just a regular guy until just his freshman year, when Dad, or rather Satan to be precise, showed up at his frat party and lured him into a succubus's bed. After that, he was already damned, so it was easy enough to sell to him back then.
Even so, now he had real doubts. For one thing, he had been turned into a fiend, an incubus, and required to have sexual congress with a litany of mortal girls, damning them forever with his demonic seed. Part of him felt awful for these poor girls, trapped as neatly as himself simply due to ordinary human emotions such as lust that had been used against them. It wasn't really their fault, was it?
For another, what were the actual chances of defeating Jehovah, His Son, and His Host, anyway? Wasn't this outcome predetermined, as much as Dad thought otherwise? If so, why wage a futile fight that would surely result of endless torment for himself? The notion of a Lake of Fire sounded a lot worse than mere Hell, where his father lorded it and pretended to be a God himself in opposition and exile. There, his father, himself, and trillions of souls would suffer eternal burning and the horrid scent of Sulphur without relief.....did he really wish to endure that forever?
While pondering that and trying to ease his emotional turmoil, or forget that, listening to White Zombie's wonderful anthem, written essentially about himself (not that Rob Zombie would know him from Adam....yet), Sam tossed back another shot of Jack Daniels (he liked his drinks unmixed, thank you, none of that weak shit for Satan's sixth ever son......evidently, Dear Old Dad had tried this before, which didn't help with Sam's confidence). He also spied out the girls, because, as horny as he was, sometimes it was just too much to feel sympathy when that could get in the way of alleviating his bottomless lust (thank you for that, Dad!).
Staying in human guise, hiding his red eyes behind his shades, Sam was a bit more brooding than one might expect on the opening night of spring break, the perfect occasion to entice a willing victim into sin and everlasting doom. Talk about getting screwed over, he smirked. Tossing back yet another shot of JD, his favorite hard drink of all (pure whiskey goodness), Sam finally noticed a girl who seemed to be a bit bored and unsure of staying......Well, the boys in his fraternity would love him for keeping her there, if he could, and so would Dad. She seemed unhappy.....yeah, wait until she turns succubus and is damned forever, her fate sealed because of one night's lustful abandon......Unless she could somehow resist temptation (it happened, rarely), the young woman would find a new definition of unhappiness, as she was tormented by crazed and insatiable lust until the End of Days.
Walking over, Sam smiled at her through his shades and asked her, "Getting dull in a hurry, I see? Need a little excitement to liven up the night for you, miss?"
