Samael Revealed: A Narrative Fiction

'Just get it over with. Just get it over with' Samael repeated to himself as he began to stretch the younger demon. Amaimon whined with want and it took all of his strength not to grimace. Disgusting. He still wasn't aroused and he was starting to worry, but it wasn't his fault. How could anyone get aroused looking at...at...this low rank, poor excuse for a demon king. He was skinny and pale, eyes too bright blue, hips too bony. His ears were too tapered and his hair was outlandish. His claws were too long and you could count his ribs, his lips and mouth bore an overwhelming taste of sugar, he reeked of dirt and grass. He was in every way the most unattractive creature Samael had ever laid eyes on. And he was honestly supposed to fuck this?
Shouts filled the room suddenly and he pulled his fingers out of the earth King quickly as his head whipped around. There in the door, now dumbfounded in appearance was....him. Oh fuck! He wheeled backward of the bed in surprise, fear filling him instantly. Amaimon stared at what Samael knew to be his husband in confusion p, whispering that God awe full name as the other time King stood in the doorway. Anuie, or whatever his real name was was crying, his face a terrible red. He too was obvious shocked, but Samael was more concerned about how extremely upset he was. This couldn't be good. This couldn't be good at
Amaimon wasn't cheating on him. Well...technically he was...but he didn't realize it and that's what really mattered. He hadn't known. Couldn't have. His anger came back now and it wasn't directed any longer towards the younger demon, but toward the other Mephisto. How dare he! How dare he come here and trick his mate and try to sleep with him. "Who the fuck are you!?" Mephisto yelled suddenly, pointing furiously at the other version of him who was trying awkwardly to back away. The other him stuttered it wasn't what it looked like, but what the hell else was it? It was obvious what he had done and it absolutely infuriated him. More so that the idea of Amaimon cheating on him honestly, because Amaimon hadn't even chosen to, he had been forced to. Had been tricked and used, taken advantage of. Mephisto growled menacingly, walking across the room quickly before, without another word he punched the other version of himself in the jaw sending him tumbling to the