Chapter 6
"My lord, I gladly surrender to your greatness!" Zoe informed me with pride as she knelt before me.
"Same with me! I adore you!" Sabrina declared.
"And with me, O Great One!" Mary assured me, "and to think that I once dared to chide you over ogling Sabrina! Forgive me for that and all other transgressions against you, my liege."
"There weren't that many, babe, and marrying Zoe more than made up for them, okay?" I told Mary, even as Eva looked up at me in awe.
"My keyholder is the Antichrist? What an honor!" Eva told me while kissing my feet.
"My sentiments exactly! What an honor! To be taken by someone like you!" Danielle announced with true reverence as well as adulation ... and lust.
"Oh, fuck, yeah! I can't believe my good luck to be on your good side, given ... well, everything," Steve asserted now.
"Well, as a bonus, I'm not moving out, you know. I'm right here, gonna be there for you to help you out. I might have to go back to Hell a lot to run things there, as I always do, but remember that I won't abandon you, babe," Dean told me with a very powerful kiss, making it clear that we were still lovers in his book, too.
Wow, most of my lovers have all been women, and the one dude that I picked turned out to be the Devil Himself! What were the odds of that? I wonder if this meant no torment in Hell, then? I sure hoped so.
"Look, honey, you're not gonna die, okay? You can't die! Neither can Tabby now that you picked her. We'll do our best to avoid that Lake of Fire business, for my sake as well as yours, and Tabby's. Trust me, I don't want to go there, either. You're not a regular human being, so stop acting like one! You're the Beast, baby! Act like it!
"As for regular ol' Hell, who do you think runs the place and sets the damn rules down there? Jehovah? As if he would condescend that much! I decide who burns, freezes, etc. for how long, etc. Now, that Lake of Fire place, sure Jehovah controls that, but not the original Tophet, trust me. That's MY motherfucking domain! I've been running it for aeons and I know it like the back of my hand.
"It was meant as a prison for older Gods of other pantheons, of course, but Jehovah pissed off the wrong angel when they failed to take back control of Hell before expelling me. I made damn sure that none of the Gods ever ended up there. That was just one of my many differences with the J boy. And if you thought that the heathen Gods were mad at him before, you should have seen them when they learned of his plans for them. They're fucking eager to get their revenge and tear off a piece of their usurper's hide!" Dean laughed now.
"So ... why ... the charade?" I asked him the most glaring question of all.
"To kill time ... and to get into your pants. The girls were easier. A guy who was less comfortable with his sexuality than he pretended to be, that was a whole different animal. And I had to get it on with you, bro. Face it, we're all lovers now, and that just heightens our primal energy and power, don't you see?
"And I have found that this black man guise really suits me. Women, and even men, throw themselves at a black guy easier at times, due to that whole size rumor and the exotic nature of it all. I don't like how racist it can be, but people are only human, you know. Plus, it's fun to play the part, and since I can be any race or sex if I wish it, no harm, no foul. I could always change it up.
"Your weakness, of course, is bald brothas. Bald and clean-shaven, mostly. Maybe a soul patch. SEAL. Ving Rhames. Michael Clarke Duncan. You like your brothas bald, no doubt of that. I've figured that out and adjusted accordingly. That's another handy thing about being the Devil. I really am a bit of a shape-shifter, you know," Dean snorted while turning on the camcorder function of his phone.
He managed to get us all, naked, in front of the video and hit record, asking me, "Okay, let's start this whole all over. Give me your name, please. What's your name and who are you? And why should the whole wide world, who will watch this when it goes viral, give an unholy fuck?"
"I am Jason Basileos, a direct descendant of Emperors of the Eastern Roman Empire. I am also the Antichrist, the Beast of Revelation. Know this. I am here to directly confront the sick and twisted, sadistic plans that Jehovah has laid out for me and for the whole fucking human race, not to mention for my friend and lover, Dean, who is better known as Satan or Lucifer, also known as the Devil.
"This is my sister ... and wife, Tabitha Basileos, but I call her 'Tabby,' all of us do. She is my High Priestess, my Prophetess, my Hierophant as well. She is empowered, under some rather rare circumstances, to speak and act on my behalf, too. Like me, she is also immortal, so forget killing either of us. Just don't waste your time.
"I am now giving all governments precisely half an hour to surrender, unconditionally, to my rule. Failure to do so will result in some rather nasty consequences for those who decide against it, but not for the innocent masses themselves. Unlike that vicious prig, Jehovah, I never punish the innocent, only the guilty.
"Whatever happens to me in the next seven years, and beyond it, know this much. I won't go quietly into everlasting darkness and eternal, undeserved torment. If I must go down, I'll do it kicking and screaming. And that, all of you, especially you, Jehovah and your heavenly, angelic minions, you can take to the bank. This. Means. War. You started it, buddy. I will end it.
"Oh, and these are my other lovers ... Sabrina, Mary, Zoe, Eva, Steve, and Danielle. But there's plenty of room for more. Count on a lot of changes, starting with this one. From now on, incest, public nudity, adultery, sodomy, and polygamy are legal worldwide, among other things, so deal with it. I'm going to take several wives and even a husband or two. So, suck it up, buttercup," I winked at the video and at Dean.
"Damn it, you made me proud all over again!" Satan told me with a powerful tongue kiss.
Right on camera, right in front of the world. It was the hottest I've ever seen the guy. And that was saying something when you considered that he was the Devil Himself.
Chapter 7
"Well, it's been half an hour, my love. Silence. Governments haven't responded yet at all, but their silence and inaction means that they don't believe you," Tabby noted, "they will quickly come to regret that."
Just then, my front door was kicked in and several Homeland Security agents burst through, all of them carrying automatic or semi-automatic rifles, shotguns, and so forth. They started to move through my home and when they saw me, their team leader aimed directly at my chest. The others rushed at Dean, Tabby, Sabrina, Mary, Zoe, Eva, Steve, and Danielle. They clearly meant to either kill or capture them as well.
I stretched out my hands and hurled a bolt of lightning directly at the team leader, just as Dean did toward his opponent. Both men were fried, electrocuted on the spot, causing several guys to piss or shit themselves and flee. A couple of them fired at me and were struck by lightning as well. With that, the entire task force scattered and left their weapons behind. I had enough now, of course. There was now gonna be hell to pay in DC.
I lifted my hands to the ceiling and it cracked open, allowing me to ascend to the skies and levitate well above the ground. I did so until I came all the way to the White House and forced open the gates with my sheer physical strength. I walked inside, past terrified security who had witnessed my descent, toward my destination: the Oval Office. A few guards tried to manhandle me, but they stopped when I electrocuted them as well.
A lone, naked, angry man walked very shaken and startled Secret Service agents who had never seen anything like me in their lives and forced open the doors. I found the Secretary of Defense, their wives, and several others, cowering, while the officer who carried the nuclear football stood erect, but nervous as fuck. This was the new emergency junta, as the Rapture had claimed President, Vice-President, Speaker of the House, Secretary of State, Secretary of Education, and Senate President Pro Tempore alike, along with the Second Lady of the United States. Beads of sweat poured down everyone's faces as I walked up to the head of this little rump government and looked down at his crotch, which showed a very wet spot right there.
"I gave you a command to surrender and half an hour in which to obey my ultimatum. Your response was to send your fucking goons to arrest or kill me, you stupid asshole! They're dead or in some cases scattered, having pissed or shat themselves as well. Now, face the consequences of your idiotic decision," I said as I wrested the nuclear football from the officer in question.
Then I touched the Secretary of Defense and smote him with electrical current, right at his heart, stopping it for good. He slumped dead, pompous asshat that he was, after which I turned to the Chief of Staff and smirked. I pointed to the ground, gesturing that he should kneel before me. He yet remained standing, which took some major brass balls for sure. I decided to make an example of him in the worst possible way.
I grabbed him by the groin and sent so much heat through my hand that it burned away his private parts entirely, making him scream in unbelievable agony. Someone behind me tried to shoot me dead, but I simply turned and slew her as well. That turned out to be the Secretary of Homeland Security. Then I grabbed the former First Lady and bent her over the Resolute desk, hiked up her dress just enough, slid down her panties, and simply entered her from behind.
I must have pounded the First Lady for a good hour or so, or so it felt, sinking my cock in her very wet pussy, not caring that she had peed on herself, too. I fucked her very good and hard, giving her a real taste of rough sex at last. I didn't care who watched me, as everyone was too afraid by now, paralyzed by fear as it were. I enjoyed her sloppy snatch and pulled her hair even as I admired her ass.
