Between Angels And Demons

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This story is part of a larger tale,

The Angels & Demons Saga.

To recap, Part 1,

The Devil And Angel Em,

tells the story of Job, a man who sells his soul to a She-Demon named Cozbi. He is then set on the task of seducing a beautiful young nun named Emily Wilson in order to win it back.

Part 2,

The Seduction Of Darkness,

is a prequel that takes us back in time to learn the origins of the seductive Cozbi. We also learn the true reasons why the She-Demon has been pursuing Emily. We also meet the Dark Lord Asmodeus, and Lucy, the Queen Of Hell.

This third story picks up shortly after the events in The Devil And Angel Em.

We will talk more about this saga in the Afterwards. - DJ

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Part I: Prelude

"God DAMN, now that's what I call a good fuck!"

Cozbi the She-Demon lay back on the tousled, stained bedsheets and puffed away contentedly at her cigar.

"It certainly was," her human lover Emily replied, "but do you really have to smoke that thing? It's kinda stinky."

Cozbi chuckled. "Oh hun, once you've visited The Eternal Pit Of Fire, a little cigar smoke is nothing."

Job, the human male both ladies shared their bed with, grunted unhappily. "Yeah, but what about cancer?"

"You really think a Demon from Hell worries about silly things like cancer?" Cozbi scoffed.

"I meant us, not you."

Cozbi waved at him dismissively. "Oh hush. I won't let that happen. I cured your brain tumor, remember?"

Job's frown deepened. "Yeah. I also remember you were the one who gave it to me in the first place."

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Don't be such a whiny bitch, Job. Bygones, or whatever. Besides, it all worked out in the end. Only thing you should be butthurt about is that intense pegging I just gave you."

Job flushed furiously, but said nothing more.

Cozbi eyed him sardonically. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I knew you'd enjoy it if you just gave it a chance. But don't fret, sweetie. Taking it up the ass from a Futanari She-Demon doesn't make you gay. Now, if you wanna sword fight..."

Cozbi wagged her massive cock at him playfully. She'd been born a female human, several millennia ago, and had remained female upon her conversion to the ranks of Lesser Demons. But, being supernatural, she could of course change her physical state to suit her needs, and occasionally enjoyed growing her own penis for special occasions.

Cozbi stroked it playfully, admiring its perfect length and girth. It was still erect, even after the marathon session she'd just shared with her two human companions. She saw no purpose in a flaccid cock. Limp penises were such ugly, shriveled, worthless things. And unlike Job, to whom she had given the similar ability to maintain an erection, she didn't have to worry about priapism.

"Oh, Randi," Emily giggled, using Cozbi's human alias, "lighten up on him. And Job, just relax, hun. You know she's only teasing you."

Her grin suddenly faded as she sniffed the air curiously. "Um, Randi? You certain your cigar didn't set fire to something? Because it sure smells like..."

Her words cut off as a bright, fiery ring appeared in the center of the room, quickly expanding to floor and ceiling.

A tall, imposing female figure stepped through. Her smart, black business suit was immaculate; professional yet sensually conforming to her curvy frame. Long, ebony hair framed her pinkish-red face. Dark eyes, pupils black as the void of space, glared at the room's occupants intently.

Cozbi jumped up with a start. "Lucy???"

The Dark One regarded her coolly. "Forgetting protocol already, my apprentice?"

Cozbi blushed furiously before bending the knee. "Of course; my apologies. What is thy bidding, my Mistress?"

A small smirk crept over the mysterious intruder's otherwise stoic face. She gestured lightly with one hand. "Much better. Now, rise, my pet. And get dressed. We have urgent matters to discuss."

"Yes, my Mistress."

With a dismissive side eye towards the two humans, the otherworldly being moved back to the still open portal, pausing before stepping through. Without looking back, her head tilted to one side. "On second thought: leave your clothes. And lose that cock. Our business is urgent, but... it can wait a spell."

Cozbi moved to follow. Emily grabbed her arm, stopping her short. "Randi, who IS that? What's going on? I thought you said you were free!"

Cozbi took Emily's face in her hands. "Look, Em; there's a lot I haven't explained to you about what's happened the past year. And I'm sorry, I don't have the time to fill you in. Maybe later. But right now, I gotta go."

Cozbi kissed Emily's forehead, then her trembling lips. "Hey, don't be afraid. I just got you back, babe. And neither Heaven nor Hell can keep me away from you again. Don't you worry your pretty blonde head. I'll be back in two shakes of a Demon's tail."

This elicited a slight smile from Emily. "I didn't know you had a tail."

"Oh, sure. Remind me to show you when I get back." Cozbi pulled her friend close, hugging her tight. "And remind me to show you what I can do with it. You thought I was good with a riding crop? Just you wait, hun."

"COZBI!" Lucy's voice boomed. "You can waste time with your pet later! Come along now. You know I do not like to be kept waiting."

Emily squeezed Cozbi tight, giving her a last quick kiss. "I love you."

"I know."

And with that, Cozbi followed after the Demon Queen, the portal snapping shut behind them with a puff of brimstone stench.

Job moved beside Emily, resting a hand on her shoulder. "What do you think that's all about?"

Emily let out a worried sigh. "I don't know. But I've got a bad feeling about this."

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Cozbi had lost track of how long she'd been waiting. She was still naked, now blindfolded and cuffed at both hands and feet. She'd been on her knees in what she speculated to be her Mistress's dungeon for quite some time, when finally the bolt of the metal door slid back and the door swung open on its hinges with a loud squeak. Her Mistress's heels clicked on the cold stone floor as she entered.

THWAAAAP!

The fiery sting of something hot and leathery slapped against Cozbi's bare ass with such force that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from Emily Wilson?"

The rawhide whip whistled through the air, striking Cozbi's breasts this time, the sting of pain on her already swollen nipples a testament to both the marksmanship and control of the one using it.

"Answer me, worm!" Lucy's dark voice rang out.

"Yes, Mistress."

The whip cracked again, an expertly aimed lash that made contact with her jutting clitoris, and now Cozbi howled in both pain and pleasure despite herself.

"Then why did you not obey me?"

Lucy swung again, three times in lightning fast succession against Cozbi's swollen pussy lips, and it was only when Cozbi felt it linger there, moving of its own accord, gently caressing her engorged labia, that she realized it was no whip, but Lucy's tail.

"I have no excuse, my Mistress! I have failed you, and I deserve my punishment." The tail withdrew from between Cozbi's legs. She braced herself for the next blow.

It never came. Instead, she felt the blindfold removed. Cozbi gazed up at the dark beauty before her. Lucy's normally pale pinkish skin was now flushed a fiery red. Her body appeared hewn of marble, every muscle perfectly defined, yet her feminine curves far surpassed anything ever carved by a sculptor's hands, human or otherwise. Maroon nipples stood proudly atop the summit of voluptuous breasts that bounced lightly as she moved.

Crouching so that they were now face to face, Lucy's angry, dark eyes bore into Cozbi's wide, frightened ones. "What? No lies? No pathetic, self serving excuses? No smart-ass wisecracks?"

Despite her terror, Cozbi managed to hold Lucy's gaze. 'No, my Mistress. I would not dare dishonor you in such a way."

"And yet you could not show me enough honor to obey one simple directive."

Rising to her full height, Lucy slowly circled Cozbi as she continued. "You realize I could have found you at any time. That despite your best efforts to hide yourself for the past year, to mask yourself as human, I knew EXACTLY where you were at all times. Did you not once even ask yourself why I haven't come to collect you sooner?"

Cozbi had no response, instead keeping her eyes forward, even as her Mistress moved behind her, out of view.

Cozbi again heard the soft woosh of the tail, this time gliding ever so gently down the length of her ass crack, delving between the fleshy pads, probing her anus. She trembled involuntarily at the coriaceous touch.

The tail moved away as Lucy positioned her immaculately smooth, hairless mound mere centimeters from Cozbi's face. Her cleft glistened with arousal, the scent of it strong in the captive She-Demon's nostrils, instantly driving her mad with lust.

Grabbing Cozbi by the hair, Lucy pulled her face forward, burying it in her fiery sex. "Lick."

Cozbi obeyed eagerly, forked tongue darting out to make contact with the velvety folds of Lucy's slick cleft.

The musky taste of The Goddess Of Hell was a hot lava to the tongue, a burn that quickly spread through every nerve ending of Cozbi's preternatural body, enrapturing her, enslaving her to it. To taste of The Dark Mistress was to truly taste of the Forbidden Fruit, to come to knowledge of the true pleasure only the Queen Of The Damned could bring.

Cozbi had only experienced it once before; their first and last meeting, seven years ago. And while Cozbi loved her human friend Emily deeply, she had to admit to herself she'd been lusting after another taste of this Unholy hole ever since Lucy had sent her away immediately after their torrid tryst.

Lucy moaned appreciatively at her efforts. "Mmmm, good pet. Glad to see you haven't lost your touch. Now do that trick you do with your tongue, darling."

Cozbi didn't have to ask; she knew what her Mistress required. It was one of her trademark specialties, something she had yet to show Emily.

Lustful eyes gazing up to her sultry inamorata, Cozbi's tongue slowly extended, further than any human organ normally could. The forked tip flickered and fluttered its way along Lucy's cleft, finding the entrance, penetrating several inches into her. Meanwhile Cozbi's lips wrapped themselves around Lucy's engorged clit, forming a tight seal, sucking it between them.

Cozbi worked her tongue in and out of the confines of Lucy's tight hole, the motion putting pressure on her trapped clit even as her lips kept a tight vacuum seal around it.

Cozbi slurped at the river of juices now flowing freely as her Mistress rocked her hips in rhythmic pleasure. The river became a waterfall as Lucy's orgasm ripped through her, loud cries echoing off the stone walls of the cavernous dungeon.

Cozbi kept at it, despite the ache in her jaw, despite her inability to breathe, despite the painful pulls at her hair as her Mistress tightened her grip, screaming out in a language that was ancient before the universe had even been formed.

Finally, Lucy relented. "Enough!"

Moving away, Lucy reclined on an elegant, plush chaise lounge, stretching herself out along it comfortably as her skin slowly faded back to its normal, pinkish hue.

"You no longer need those." The cuffs that had bound Cozbi's hands and feet dropped to the floor at her words. Cozbi remained on her knees, waiting, wary of what may come next.

"Now, where were we?" Lucy mused. "Ah, yes. The reason I freed you from Asmodeus in the first place after you betrayed his plot to recruit Emily Wilson. The reason I never came after you this past year, despite you having deliberately disobeyed my order to stay away from her. The reason you're still here, and not burning in The Pit, or utterly vaporized into Oblivion."

Cozbi managed to look up and find her Mistress's face. To her surprise, the look Lucy returned was not one of anger or rage, but of kindness. Almost caring.

"How much do you know about the purpose of Hell, my pet?" Lucy asked softly.

Cozbi cocked her head quizzically. "I'm not sure what you mean, my Mistress."

Lucy smiled sympathetically. "I mean, the TRUE purpose of Hell, love. Not that bullshit Asmodeus has fed you from the beginning, all that 'Battle To Take Back Heaven' propaganda. I mean, what we're really here for."

Cozbi shook her head slowly. "Nothing, my Mistress."

Lucy waved a hand towards her. "Rise, my pet. Come, lay beside me. We have much to discuss."

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Part II: Lucy's Tale

In the beginning, there was darkness. That is to say, there was me.

I know it's difficult for the mortal mind to wrap itself around. Concepts like "Nothing" and "Infinity" and "Time" can have such variable interpretations.

Humans often admit that science does not hold all the answers. I'm here to tell you: Neither does the supernatural.

All I know is that, up until a hole ripped open the fabric of reality between realms, things were quiet here, peaceful.

And then there was light. But not merely light. Energy. Vast, immeasurable waves of it, exploding in a spectacular array of colors.

Needless to say, I was quite perturbed at the disruption. Before that moment, I'd never experienced consciousness, at least not in the way we recognize it now. But I remember my first distinct emotion was that of annoyance.

And then He appeared, poking his head through the crack in the cosmos. "Oops. My bad. Sorry about that. Hope I haven't inconvenienced you too badly."

Annoyance switched immediately to anger. "Inconvenienced? Why, you've ruined everything! Look at the mess you've created! How am I supposed to clean this up? It's EVERYWHERE!"

The stranger looked flummoxed. "Again, my apologies. I didn't know this realm was occupied. I was looking for somewhere to branch out and thought I saw a little room on this side. Didn't realize the vacuum of nothing here would cause such a rapid expansion."

"Well who told you you could expand here? Close it up already!" I yelled.

"Oh, far too late for that, sorry. Once begun, it can't be undone. You see, I'm an artist, if you will. I create universes out of energy. It's really a fun and creative challenge, you must try it sometime. You seem to have your own vast amount of dark energy around you. Perhaps you'd care to join in my endeavors? Because all we can do now is try to manage the chaos before it becomes completely out of control."

I must admit, His offer intrigued me. And so that is what we set out to do.

Of course, it wasn't easy. But true art never is. And you have to remember that, early on in the process, physical matter didn't exist. It was all energy. Together we worked to weave that energy into lovely tapestries that over time became nucleons and electrons, gasses and atoms, stars and planets, nebulae and galaxies, and on and on, expanding into the infinite.

But let's skip ahead several billion years or so, shall we?

So for the longest time, it was just me and God. Although he wasn't called that then, of course. Neither of us had names. We had no need for them. It wasn't until we started the formation of actual things that we needed to decide what to call them. And later, as things expanded, we also realized we needed help.

And so we used some of our now combined energies to create beings in our likeness. We gave these beings consciousness, along with plenty of power, and they were obviously very happy and thankful to have come into existence, and so gratefully joined our cause to create the Perfect Universe.

Of course we needed names for them as well, in order to be able to tell them apart. We also needed names for ourselves, so our children knew how to address us.

God chose the name Alpha. He used to hate it when I called him "Al" for short.

Since I had come into consciousness at the dawn of the new universe, I chose the name Lucy. And my, how that name has been twisted and misinterpreted over the millenia.

Things were running along quite smoothly for the longest time. And then, something happened neither of us could have ever predicted: Mortal life.

The common myth among mortal lifeforms is that God intentionally created them with specific intent and purpose. Nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is, life just started popping up everywhere. No rhyme to it, no reason. In fact, it was utter chaos.

This is where Alpha and I had our first major disagreement. You see, Alpha wasn't all that happy with life just showing up without His say so. He was very keen on order, design. Everything in its proper place.

I, on the other hand, was thrilled. I loved the spontaneity of life, the tenacious will it had formed to persevere, despite harsh conditions and overwhelming odds. I admired life. And I wanted all lifeforms to be free to choose their own path in the universe, to paint their own part of the portrait.

Alpha, however, wanted no part of it. At least at first. But then life evolved. Grew. Crawled up out of the primordial ooze. Some eventually developed consciousness, became self aware. They started to think, to reason, to ask questions. Where did they come from, how did they get here, and why?

And we know the answer most arrived at: Gods. Almost every cognizant species on every life supporting planet came up with the same idea. A Creator God, all powerful, all knowing, yada yada yada.

That's when Alpha started to take notice. And interfere.

At first, I thought he was with me; taking more of an interest in the multiple species scattered throughout the universe. I thought He wanted to help them grow and thrive.

By the time I realized how wrong I was, it was too late. I only discovered his true plans after the still conscious life force of certain more advanced species just started popping up in the Supernatural realm after their physical bodies perished. Turns out Alpha, now "God," had decided that, since mortal life had spawned from His eternal energy, that it all belonged to Him. And that as his property, He had the right to decide what its purpose was.

And He had decided that mortal life's purpose was to glorify Him and help him continue his expansion across the cosmos. His ultimate goal? To wipe out all chaos, all random happenstance. To create a Perfectly Ordered Universe.

I vehemently disagreed. I felt that life, ALL life, should be free to make its own choices. To choose its own path and purpose. And Chaos was not merely needed, but an important part of the development of not just life, but the entirety of existence. After all, had not this universe come into existence through an act of chaos? Had not I been elevated to consciousness from that same chaos?

Our disagreement led to the First Great War. And a shocking realization for me. I couldn't defeat Him. Not even with the masses of our brethren that had chosen to side with me. Our power was too equal. Despite having my own dark energies, they had, over the course of our time together, become inextricably linked with his. Yin and Yang, as the Chinese would eventually define it.

Realizing we were fighting an unwinnable war, a compromise was met. If you can call "Shut up and do what you're told" a compromise.

"Since you are such a champion of Chaos," God had sneered at me, just before my exile from what would become known as Heaven, "I shall put you in charge of regulating it; of making sure it does not interfere with my plans, my design.