Things You See In A Graveyard

He froze as she spoke, feeling the words pass through him and into the demon that dwelled in his soul. Something he couldn’t place told him that he had been waiting for her as well and a primal snarl ripped through him as she came closer, her face nearly split in two by her wide grin. “Demon mother” His thoughts whispered and in a moment of blissful enlightenment he knew that the Apollyon had sent this woman to him, blind as he was to the voices of his ancestors, they had guided her the way they had guided his father on the night he took his mother.

She buried herself in him, his arms locking possessively around her neck as he leaned down to kiss her. This was fate. She would bare the cubs who would be most worthy of him; a chosen son who would exceed the expectations of his kin, one who was worthy and god touched by the Apollyon himself. Her womb would incubate a king of kings, she needed only to comply and give her body to him.

"Join me. Join my ranks." He rumbled huskily, saliva dripping from his jaw as he thought of the meal he was about to devour.