Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 16:17:01 +1200
From: Stacey C <theevilmagpie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beware of Karma - New Story!

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story that includes gay references and gay
sex. It also includes references to religion. If it is illegal for you to
be reading stories that include gay references or if your under age please
stop now. If you take religion seriously then either stop reading now or
take the ideas in this story for what they are: just a story and they are
not real as far as I'm aware. :)

Thanks to my friend for reading this for me and checking it all makes sense
and there are no glaring errors.

Comments are all welcome -- you can email me on theevimagpie@hotmail.com.
If you liked this story you might enjoy my other story posted on the Nifty
and Literotica websites called Opposites Attract!  If you already keep up
with my other story, then you may like this story as well :)


			      BEWARE OF KARMA


Have you ever made the mistake of being too noticeable and attracted the
wrong attention? I have.  Have you ever caught the attention of something
that then decides it wants to own you? I have. Be careful as this is my
warning to you, don't be too arrogant or attention seeking it may bring you
more attention and trouble then you wanted.  I was arrogant and attention
seeking enough that I challenged trouble and karma sent trouble straight
back at me.

I suppose you want to know who I am, don't you? My mother gave me the name
Christian but most people call me Chris if they know what's good for them.
With a name like Christian you have to be particular about that sort of
thing. Now I've added on the name Shax but explanations for that can wait.
I am a thief, a liar, a deceiver and at times a trickster; I'm a bold brat
for better of another world and proud of it.

I am 5'10 and my body is lean with a certain wiry strength but I am on the
small side, I was always the type who ate like a truck and never gained any
weight for my trouble. My narrow shoulders, lean, flexible body and small,
nimble fingers enable me to be good at what I did and still carry on.

My Irish mother gave me her thick, wavy black hair that I wear to the
bottom of my ears; it's always a bit tousled no matter what I do to it.
From her I got my rosy cheeked skin but missed out on inheriting her green
eyes, my eyes are cold, icy black, no bullshit they are actually black and
I'm often told that my cold gaze is unnerving.  The proud, regal cast to my
features saves my face from being a little too delicate, a little too fey.
No boy likes to be pretty or on the small side, I was no exception.

I was roundly picked on and beaten up until I learned to fight back. I was
only 11 when I met my best friend Jared and his group of street thieves.  I
learned enough nasty tricks from them that I learned to fight off my
attackers. I was cocky and a scrappy enough kid that I would pick my own
fights.  It amuses me now to remember how proud I was to have earned a big
enough reputation to be given a wide berth.

I had a talent for lying and being a thief it would seem, but that wasn't
all I had a talent for, I was always a little different.  A hungry, dark
power coiled deep inside me, sleeping like some sleek predatory beast.  It
only took for me to see or sense anger, rage, or lust in somebody and I
would get the unsettling feeling of that feral energy stirring.

I will admit that there were times I tapped into that shadowy power if
somebody pissed me off or when I was compelled to.  I'd trap the person in
my icy, magnetic glare and allow the power to stir and pounce.  I was too
young and inexperienced to realise what was happening, to know that I was
stealing life force, the souls of those people.  What I did understand was
that the pure energy I pulled from them fed me and gave me the best high.

My mother was an alcoholic but a contented one, luckily the death of a
maternal aunt left her with enough money that we never worried about money.
I remember she'd drape herself comfortably in the hammock that was
stretched between the two ancient plum trees in the back yard.  In the
shade of the trees she'd hold a mug of cheap wine or whiskey in her tiny,
elegant hands and stare dreamily into space. She often told strange stories
about demon prince lovers and Irish legends in her soft, lilting voice
while I curled up beside her in that big, and comfortable hammock.  My
mother when she wasn't drunk was a tender, but absentminded figure in my
life and I was allowed to run wild for the most part.

Then came the day that changed my life, I still remember it like it was
yesterday. It was my eighteenth birthday; earlier on I had gotten drunk and
stoned with Jared and a few other boys from our little gang in a graveyard.
I was sprawled lazily in the grass, bored and restless, taking an
occasional turn with the joint being passed around our group. I was staring
at the dark sky above me and don't know what possessed me that night, my
boredom? My restlessness or the weed we were smoking?  I dared the heaven's
stretching above me.  I was listening to my friends talking shit but inside
I continued with my silent taunts and jeers to the stars.  I felt the dark,
hungry beast in me stirring and stretching as it raised a muzzle to the
skies and sniffed, I felt a distinct cock of its head as if it was
listening and it was very curious.

Then I saw what it sensed in the darkest corner of the graveyard, something
hazy was taking shape under a huge, old willow tree. At first it was hazy,
ghostlike in that I could see right through it but even then I could feel
his power and the dark aura.  Then the moon broke free of the clouds to
shine a beam of moonlight directly at the spot.  It allowed me to get a
good look at the figure and I couldn't help the soft gasp of terror that
escaped me, because for a mere instant every hair on body stood straight
up, quivering. The beast in me growled in recognition greeting an equal it
apparently knew or recognised.  Now I know that it was just reacting to the
presence of another Demon Lord, all demons recognise and know each other
from the feel and "scent" of their energy and aura.

 It seemed that the heavens, hell or some other godforsaken place had taken
me at my word and answered me; or rather it was just that Leo heard me and
chose to answer me in person.  That spectral figure was a giant, sleek four
legged predator; he was all red eyes, sharp claws and fangs, flexing its
muscles, its great bat like wings rustling in an invisible wind.  I felt
like I'd been punched in the stomach, struck dumb and winded by the force
of his dark power and I found him beautiful.  Despite my fear and
instinctive, primitive desire to run, I wanted to go up to him and touch
him, he was all rippling muscles and charcoal grey hide. Then the hazy
image of the demon solidified and if I thought his beast was beautiful, it
was nothing to what was in front of me now.

Even if I had not seen the first image, I still would not have believed he
was just a beautiful man, there was something no quite right, not quite
human.  He was tall; his body was a perfect mix of lean sinuous grace and
leashed power.  His hair was jet black, as it fell from a widow's peak; it
reached the nape of his neck. His pale skin was clear and smooth as it
stretched over his muscles.  His face was faultless with its high
cheekbones, large silver eyes and sensual lips, youthful, but there was
something else that spoke of the long passage of time.  Like my own
features, something about the arrangement of his features was a little too
exotic, a little too fey for him to be human.

A second punch drove deep into my lungs winding me for the second time as I
realised he was watching me, curiosity bright in those silver eyes and
right then I was caught, despite my growing fear I wanted him and felt my
own curiosity respond.  Maybe if I'd listened to my mother's stories or had
just been more aware of demons, I might have got away, I should have run
away screaming.

I watched mesmerised, caught as I was in the silver grip of his eyes, as
his lips curved up in a knowing way.  I found for once that it was me that
couldn't move, breathe or tear my eyes away.  Twin dimples appeared in his
cheeks, flashing with his smile as I felt him moving through my head,
looking at my most personal thoughts, my memories and feelings.  My cock
already impossibly hard throbbed as my body trembled. Quite distinctly I
heard his mocking laugh, low and velvety as it purred through me, stroking
things that should never be stroked.

"You called, I answered.  Didn't your mother tell you to be careful what
you ask for?" I heard the silky promise and the mocking amusement in his
low, purring voice as the words appeared in my head and then he was gone.

Deep inside me I felt a wrenching as if my very soul had been ripped out
with his disappearance.  The disappointment and deep craving to have him
nearly crushed me with the force of it.  I was immediately obsessed over
the days that followed as his image haunted my dreams and waking thoughts.
I thought I saw him everywhere I went and found myself searching for him.
I knew in my bones that he was there, watching me as I watched for him. But
I have always been impatient and my temper was sparking at the game he was
playing with me and that was just the start of it all.

As it turned out he allowed me to see him again a few days later, I was at
a gypsy fair in a local park.  Jared and I had come to case the crowd and
do a bit of light-fingered work for our supper as he jokingly referred to
what we did.  I had taken a quick break, signalling Jared to let him know I
was going as I left the crowd. I sat on a park bench, a lit smoke in one
hand, a coke in the other and there he was.

He was leaning against a tree, inhaling the smoke from his own cigarette he
was holding in his long fingers, lazily breathing out the smoke. His silver
eyes were watching me intently; the expression on his face both amused and
full of knowing mischief as if he knew something I didn't.  It drove me
crazy that expression and I glared at him, flipping him the bird. He
grinned at me, laughing silently at me and vanished into thin air leaving
behind the echo of his laughter and the lingering trace of his power.

Pissed off I was left to glare at the tree he'd been leaning against
wondering what was going on and feeling frustrated.  He was playing with me
and I didn't like it at all, not only playing with me but it was a game
only he seemed to know the rules to.  It appeared he wasn't finished with
me yet either, whether he let me see him or not he started playing with my
mind.

Sometimes he'd talk to me in that silky purr; other times I'd feel the
phantom brush of teasing fingers. It might be a random wif of his smell, or
just the feel of his energy, enough to let me know he was there watching
me, taunting me.  He would appear, then vanish and the game continued as he
started fucking me in my dreams.  I'd have to endure waking up gasping and
trembling, left alone in my sticky, sweat soaked bed to tremble and long
for him.

As the days continued without him actually doing anything to relieve my
need for him, I got angrier, patience has never been my strength. I cursed
him and accused him of being a coward, but my curses just amused him, the
angrier and more desperate I got, the more amused he seemed to be by the
whole thing, and I suspected turned on. My instincts were proved right when
I saw him for the third time and he decided he'd take it to the next level.
It appeared he was on a path to drive me out of my mind or was after some
other goal I couldn't fathom.

Then it happened, I was at a local club with a couple of the boys; I'd
walked outside by myself to smoke a joint I'd managed to score. I was
leaning against the rough, cool brick wall waiting for him despite my anger
and frustration. To be honest by that stage I was helplessly caught in his
game and was deliberately going places on my own in an effort to draw him
to me.

He took his time coming to me, letting me cool my heels.  I felt the
presence of his power before I saw him, as he let me feel that he was
there, teasing me.  My own energy knowing it was him began to stir and perk
up, if it could be called a perky sort of thing.  I glared at the space
around me and folded my arms across my chest waiting impatiently for him to
get over himself.

Finally he decided to show himself and I spotted him lounging against the
wall at the start of the ally watching me, from behind the cloud of smoke
he was breathing out. The familiar cigarette was with him leaving its
fragrant spicy scent to waft towards me.  Curiously I wondered what was in
that cigarette, it didn't smell like ordinary tobacco or weed for that
matter, the stuff had an almost tangy, spicy smell to it, like cinnamon and
pepper dusted green apples and it stimulated rather then relaxed.

"Care to finish what you start for once?" I taunted him, knowing my black
eyes would be flashing with a mix of anger and my daring. I raised my chin
proudly and smirked at him like the brat I was, inviting trouble to come
and get me.

The silver eyes watching me gleamed as his lips curved up into that wicked
smile of his, dimples flashing at me. He straightened from his lazy pose
against the wall and ambled towards me as he flicked the cigarette on the
ground and ground it out under the toe of the black boot he was wearing.
His eyes never wavered from mine, I had a moment of real fear as his eyes
flared red and the air around us felt oppressed by his dark aura.

I struggled to breathe under the compulsion of his power that forced me
against the wall and felt my fear grow as I saw an odd shifting of
something under his skin, like a ripple in a still pool. Despite my own
soul deep fear and his compulsion making it impossible for me to move or
even breathe, I wasn't going anywhere and my cock was already rock hard, I
wanted him.  His smile grew becoming that knowing smirk that drove me
insane with rage.  His eyes gleamed red and then the vague impressions of
something else were gone, replaced by silver eyes and his exotic, unearthly
face.

Before I could blink or do much more then process the blurred impressions
that flashed by he was kissing me and his arms were wrapping around me,
pulling me against his suddenly aggressive body and I felt my power respond
to the siren call of his.  For a moment I felt the need to pay him back for
some of the torture he'd forced on me and I bit his lip aggressively and
deliberately rubbed against him.


He shuddered and growled a curse against my mouth and ripped his mouth
away. He forced my squirming body against the wall and his taller height
forced me to stretch up towards him so I was forced up onto my tip toes,
off balance except for his weight and the wall at my back I moaned,
wriggling eagerly against him as I wrapped myself around him, clamping his
body against mine as I ground against him. I revelled in the feel of his
muscles and his heat, a bit delirious that this was actually happening.
That smell of spiced, peppery apples lingered around him and made me want
to just eat him and made my nose quiver like I wanted to sneeze.

Delirious as I was I was still aware enough to be conscious of my own
racing heart and ragged breathing and of the absence of an answering racing
heart.  Seizing on my soft moans he came back to my mouth and kissed me,
forcing his tongue into my mouth and effectively distracting me from that
frightening realisation.  I tightened my grip on him and let him have my
mouth.  This time he moaned as I sucked on his tongue and returned his kiss
just as hungrily. I felt his hands squeeze my ass and found myself arching
into his hands like a cat.  I was helpless against his strength, his hunger
for me and from what he was doing to me.

 Then he was pushing me away and he pulled his mouth away from me. For a
moment or two there was a bit of a struggle as I tried to climb him and he
attempted to push me down his body as I attacked him with my mouth.  I
quickly realised he was letting me get away with fighting him as I felt him
shudder and the humiliating ease he used to hold me away from his body.

His eyes flared that feral red, gleaming with hungry satisfaction as I
clung to him stubbornly and I felt gratified by his ragged breathing. His
heart might not beat, but he was like me enough that he had to breathe and
was likewise affected.  He shuddered again in the tight clasp I had on him
and I felt something in him weaken.  A feral part of me recognised that
tiny give as a sign that he was loosing his will to me, not realising what
this meant or what danger I was in.  I pressed my advantaged and pressed
against him, allowing him to feel how happy I was to be there.  Once again
I was calling to trouble without knowing it, tempting him.

But he released me and stood there, staring down at me with an enigmatic
expression, some equally enigmatic emotion flashing through his eyes.
Abruptly he flashed me that devilish smile of his and vanished, right
there, a step or two away from me so I was left with the scent of him and
the rush of displaced air as he vanished in plain sight.

Pissed off and wanting him again I kicked the wall with a livid curse or
two as I stalked off. Despite the fact that it was a long way I walked
home, but the walk didn't really help relieve my tension or anger.  I
tossed and turned in my lonely bed, uncomfortably hard from what he'd done
to me in that ally.  I lay there cursing him out loud and in my head,
taunting him really, knowing somehow that he could hear me.

After one particularly nasty comment he appeared in my room near the end of
my bed. Hungrily my eyes devoured his all but naked form.  He was only
wearing a pair of tight black jeans that hugged his lean muscled legs and
the inviting bulge between his legs.  I could see a trail of tattoos that
covered his whole left shoulder and down his bicep that were a mix of
strange rune like symbols in a mix of red and black.  His upper body was
strangely hairless and firmly muscled.  I could see the shadows around him
were darker as if they were hiding more of his true form. In my heart of
hearts, down as far as my soul, I think I knew what I was risking, what
would happen if I gave up my will, my body, my soul to him, but I didn't
care.  There was that ripple of something shifting under his surface and
his power swelled in the air.  I wouldn't have been true to myself if I
hadn't gone ahead and dared him anyway, tempting karma to come and get me.

"Oh so that brought you back again did it?" I sneered at him.

"You should watch what you ask for little boy." He sneered back at me.

"Why? It's not my fault we're in this fucked up state, is it?" I retorted
hotly, glaring at him.

"I warned you." He purred flashing me that smile of his, his dimples
flashing and then he was moving.

One moment he was standing at the foot of my bed, the next there was a blur
of movement as he pulled down his fly and pushed down his jeans. Where I'd
have had to struggle like a fool hopping on one foot to pull my own jeans
off; he ripped his off in one easy movement.  I was only given a moment to
stare at his body, and at the long, heavy length of him before the air was
being forced out of my lungs as he all but tore the sheet off me and
pounced on me.  His mouth fastened on mine and he was kissing me as his
hands ran over me. Greedily I wrapped myself around him, tighter this time
so he couldn't escape me and kissed him back.  I sighed, barely giving him
a chance as I let my greedy hands run over his hot skin, feeling up his
muscles and testing my strength against him as we wrestled playfully.

He let me wrestle him underneath me and I sat up on his stomach, supporting
myself by bracing my hands on his chest and pressing myself into his hands
as they ran over me.  It felt unbelievably good to have his hands on me and
to feel him lying underneath me.  The scent of him made me sneeze again
something that caused his eyes to glitter with amusement.  His skin was
amazement to me, it was hairless, smooth and it had a pearly sheen to it in
the darkness of the night.

"Move closer." He whispered, his own lust filled eyes fixed on my dick that
was so hard it was all but pointing straight up.

I wasn't as long as he was or as thick, and I was circumcised, but I'd been
told by my past tricks that my smooth slender cock flushed with blood was
perfect.  I flashed him a smirk and wrapped my hand around my erection,
stroking it with the steady, firm stroke I liked and making sure to flick
my thumb over the head as I liked.  I felt my spine flex at the pleasure,
my cock growing under my hand and I let my head fall back, exposing my
vulnerable throat to him deliberately.  I heard a growl and then I found
myself being grabbed in a crushing grip as he flipped me over and crawled
on top of me.

 Harsh, grating words were slipping out from between his clenched teeth in
a language I didn't know and then his mouth was moving down my body so
quickly I didn't get more then a moment to gasp and moan before his mouth
found its way to my cock.

Words cannot describe the heat of his mouth or feel of that skilful mouth
and throat as he swallowed all of me and gave me the blow job of my
life. Moaning I grabbed at his head, his soft hair becoming tangled and
mussed in my grip.  I found myself thrashing on the bed, arching forcefully
towards him so I was all but jamming my cock down his throat and he took
it.  I felt the warm, golden energy that was my life force, my soul being
slowly drained out of me.

I felt a wet finger, coated in the familiar cool, slick feel of the
lubricant I kept under the bed working its way into my ass.  Then a second
coated finger joined the first and I found myself trying to jam my cock
down his throat and push eagerly into his fingers at the same time.

I felt him shake with silent laughter and then the wet, sucking warmth
around my cock was taken away and I felt myself whimper at the loss as he
flipped me onto my stomach.  He rubbed his entire body against me, clearly
picking up on my desire to feel him rubbing against me and then I felt him
nudging into me.

I had one of those nameless, blind panics where I didn't think he'd fit in
me and he'd kill me.  Despite it another whimper, an eager one this time
escape me as he pushed harder, almost roughly and I felt him push through
my tight barrier of muscles. I grunted as he continued to push forward and
felt I was right as I winced and grunted again, gritting my teeth at the
pain. It felt like a baseball bat was being forced into my insides but I
grimly hung in there, feeling myself actually black out for a moment or two
with the mix of pleasure pain as he finally stopped.

I was fully impaled on his cock, I felt him brace himself and felt the
press of his hard muscled chest and stomach against my back, his strangely
hairless balls resting against my smooth ass.  His softer hair brushed
against my neck as he nuzzled me, he rotated his hips a bit and the small
movement sent waves of pleasure through me as he hit my prostate. I moaned
and he repeated the little movement.

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in and at first it still hurt, my
whimpers and grunts were more pain induced.  He nudged me with his knee up
onto my elbows and knees; he angled his hips so his forward thrust brushed
the head of his cock across my prostate.  I pushed my pillow under my
stomach so I could hump against it.

It didn't take much of this before I was eagerly pushing back into him, the
pain faded and I moaned.  He too moaned, shuddering as he thrust harder and
more roughly then before.  Encouraging him I urged him on and he responded
as I found myself thrusting harder into my pillow. The softness I was
humping against and the feel of his thrusts hitting my prostate pushed me
over the edge and it wasn't long before I was shuddering, my cock jerking
and I moaned.

He took longer but my coming seemed to prod and excite him, as he sped up,
his thrusts becoming wilder and rougher, and his grip on my shoulders
tightened and I could feel bruises forming.  His teeth sunk into my
shoulder and I grunted as I collapsed forward, giving up my soul and will
as my body jerked and shuddered from my climax as he thrust a final time.

To my surprise I felt his dark energy flood into me and gasped as I felt it
replacing the growing hole in my centre where my life force was being
drained out of me. My shadowy power responded to his power as it always
did, all but rolling in it in satiated pleasure.  I felt his cock buried
deep in me pulsing as it jerked filling me up with his hot seed and I heard
his long, drawn out moan as he collapsed forward on top of me.

I'm not sure how long we lay there half comatose before he shifted, moving
off me and rolling onto his back. I rolled onto my side and curled myself
into his side, I nuzzled his neck, my fingers tracing over the tattooed
runes.

"I want a smoke." Leo said as he gently, but firmly pushed my hands away
from him and untangled himself from our sweaty sprawl of bodies.

I admired his naked from as he went to his jeans and pulled out another of
the thin dark green smokes he was so found of. Pulling an old fashioned
silver lighter out of another pocket he came back towards me and crawled
back onto the bed with it. He braced himself sitting up against the wall
behind my bed and inhaled from the smoke, holding it and exhaling lazily as
we both watched the smoke.

I moved up the bed so that I could hug him and rest my head on his chest,
he wrapped his free arm around me. The spicy, peppery smell of green apples
began to mingle in with the musky scents of sex already heavy in the air. I
sneezed; my curiosity got the better of me and not one to ask I snatched it
off him and took a drag.

"You shouldn't be near this stuff, it'll kill you." He warned me but his
eyes were amused, so I took it to mean he didn't care what I did.

I flashed him a smirk and took a drag, sucking the smoke in and letting it
go as I eyed the glowing red end of the smoke. I enjoyed the strong, heady
effect it was having on my brain, liking the almost hyper alert and
energised feel it gave me.

Still the comfortable silence stretched as my curiosity grew as to what
he'd done to me. I examined myself, I felt different, my aura, my energy
and at the centre of me where my life force usually was. He felt my growing
curiosity, but being himself took his time answering me.

"You want to know who I am, what I am. But I think you know." He finally
said, his strange almost purring voice, sliding silkily over the words,
making such mundane words sound so provocative, a sin.

I didn't say anything, knowing he knew the answer to that but I let him
know I still wanted to know anyway.

He sighed taking his smoke back and taking another drag off the end, the
red glow at the end reflected a flare of the red of his own eyes. "I'm Leo,
one of the thirteen Demon Lords."

I grinned at him and offered a hand to him, when he cocked his head and
gave me a bemused look I shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you Leo, I'm
Chris the human." I replied flippantly.

He grinned back. "Not human any more your not or not much longer
anyway. Not that you were that human to begin with, your father was a
naughty boy."

"What?" I demanded, staring at him I felt horrified but couldn't really lie
to myself that it was a complete surprise.

He shrugged telling me without words that I was knowingly asking stupid
questions that I already knew or suspected the answer to.

I thumped his shoulder hard. "I don't care if you can read my every waking
thought or feeling; I still want to hear it"

He laughed, a genuine laugh not his usual mocking, slightly bitter sounding
laugh.  "But I so like reading your thoughts and feelings, they're so
entertaining." He teased me, his expression turning to that old irritating
knowing amusement.

I glared at him.

He rolled his eyes. "The young are so impatient." He complained.

He tapped my chest with his free hand and pulled one of my hands to his own
chest. I felt my heart beating, slower then usual and as usual noted the
stillness in Leo's chest where there was no heartbeat.  He dropped some of
the glamour or whatever it was, I saw his red eyes and fangs. His face
became even more fey, paler, starker and more sharply carved, even more
exotic then when he was toning it down.

"I have always been a demon, I remember the days so long ago when we were
all thrown out of God's presence and sent down to Hell with Lucifer.  I've
spent many millennia at Lucifer's side, using my time to fight my way up to
a Demon Lord." He began his voice quiet, stark without its usual sexy edge
I loved.

"My heart unlike yours will never beat but I breathe more as a habit then
for necessity, I don't need oxygen, just as I don't need my heart to beat.
We demons have picked up the habit of breathing over so much time watching
over humans." He carried on, pausing as he took another drag of his smoke.

He offered it to me but I shook my head, the first toke was enough to have
my head spinning and spaced enough as it was, plus I wanted to hear what he
had to say.

"Usually when a demon of my status and power sleeps with a mortal it's for
food, we steal the life force, what you would call a soul.  A human body
cannot sustain itself without its life force so we're in a sense killing
people.  Your human myths that tell of the incubus are quite close to the
truth." Leo explained with a small smile.

I smiled back. "Good to know there is some truth in old, musty myths." I
teased, unable to resist.

He shushed me.

  "Demons contrary to what you've been led to think are the caretakers of
humanity, we pick off the bad, weak or lost ones among you much as the wolf
picks off the old, weak and injured to make the herd of deer healthy,
ensuring the survival of an ecosystem.  We cannot influence or steal the
life force of the healthy, pure or happy.  It is in our interest and God's
to have humans continue to exist and evolve." Leo went on chuckling at my
surprised expression.

He shrugged. "You'd be surprised at some of the truths behind some of the
supposed legends and myths you humans have running around. Remember all
myths have a grain of truth in them and demons have been among humans for a
long, long time."

"So what's your role, personal I mean." I asked curiously.

He gave me a sexy side long look and smirked. "Karma. . . Each of us Demon
Lords holds sway or dominion over certain areas. It's merely a fancy way of
saying what we have power over, what we can influence in your humans. My
influence is in karma, sorcery, black magic, that sort of thing. Any time a
human so much as curses somebody under their breath I hear it and have the
power to influence either the human doing the cursing or the person being
cursed."

I gave him my own side long look. "So why this . ." I dared to ask.

He shrugged. "Your past tricks and enemies curse you a lot, you've ripped a
lot of people off in your short life and you called me. . . my nickname has
always been Trouble . If you tempt trouble too much you provoke me into
answering to my name." He answered flashing me that startling wicked smile
of his, dimples flashing.

"So? You said that usually if you sleep with a human we're dead, why am I
still alive?" I wanted to know, ignoring the mingled feelings of dismay,
sheer astonishment and stupidity at what he'd just told me. I'd deal with
those later.

"Humans take about three days to die after we steal their souls, you don't
die straight away, it takes a few days for your bodies to give up the
fight. Humans are stubborn fighters." Leo answered.

"But your different, you were already half demon from the information I
have, I know your father, one of the thirteen Demon Lords has a habit of
having relationships with mortal woman he thinks himself in love with." Leo
said sounding both amused and disgusted. "One doesn't sleep with humans
except for food."

"Ooh, who's a snob?" I taunted.

He glared at me. "Do you want to hear this or not?"

I chuckled but gestured for him to carry on.

He sighed. "I did take your soul; you felt it, so yes your body will
die. There aren't that many half demons in existence, but those that have
existed, most carry on and live semi normal human lives. But a few have the
desire, the intention to leave their mortality behind, subconsciously or
knowing they want to.  It is a duty of a demon to help you come all the way
over and leave your mortality behind. Whether you know it or not you had
the desire and for that to happen your soul has to die, you need to loose
your mortality so your body must also die. You consented to it"

I immediately felt sick and cold but what he said had a ring of truth to it
and I once again examined my soul poking at the empty place at the centre
of me where my life force once was. Now the empty space swirled with our
mingled dark energy, my inner demon was still revelling in it and I felt my
normal, healthy human aura already starting to sicken, to die.  Leo hugged
me, dropping quick, casual kisses in my hair as he comforted me.

"Do not feel scared, your soul is gone but you were already half demon and
you were already feeding as demons do.  Your soul was already tarnished,
even though the life forces we take are from tarnished humans they are
still souls that we are stealing so you built up kind of a bad debt. Again
something karma has a hand in; I was always going to be coming for you
Chris." Leo suddenly commented, the gentle warmth of his tone and his words
providing a strange comfort despite the stark horror of them and what they
meant.

I felt the bone deep fear from what he said and what it all meant, I even
felt the despair of a human whose just been told he's lost his soul and is
going to die.  I also realised to my horror something that disturbed me
more then anything he'd already said, I realised I was in love with him. I
knew I was more scared of that then dying alone.

I felt more then saw Leo's smile as he nuzzled my hair knowing he'd been
following my thoughts. "Your hair smells good. Think I might stay with you
for the next couple of days and maybe a while after that too" He continued
affectionately, a subtle answering ring in his usual purring voice
suggesting he was answering the questions I had not asked. I felt his smile
widen to a grin and his arm tightened around me as he hugged me tighter
against him.

So you see what I mean now? Remember my warnings be careful what you ask
for, it really can come true, something like Leo could hear you and decide
to answer you in person.  I did eventually die and I did loose my soul but
despite such dark events Leo was beside me and took on the role of teaching
me how to adjust to my new life as a demon.

I have met my father and we get along quite well even this day.  I saw my
mother every now again, mostly at night when I could come into her dreams
but my mother was a dear soul. She knew what I was and guessed what I had
become, in her dreams when I spoke to her she was happy for me. She died a
long time ago, Jared and my old gang of friends are all long dead. It has
been a long journey but with Leo and my father's help I have worked my way
up to be the fifteenth Lord of Hell, you may now call me Shax, the Demon
Lord of Thievery, Trickery and Deceit.

Beware reader you might want to watch those little white lies of yours, if
you call on me enough I might pay you a visit.