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he turned his attention back to his scrolls.  He was busy counting the entering souls, checking them off his list, and marking down the reason for their descent into Hell, while marking off the souls leaving Hell for the Mortal Realm.
    “Hardly.  Besides, I am here to speak directly to Lucifer and no other.  Those are my orders,” Mark desperately looked around for Lucifer.  He wanted to get this over with and get back home.  He knew Lucifer’s wrath would be a force to be reckoned with once he heard what Mark had to say.  He was actually a little fearful of Lucifer’s response.  He tapped his foot, eagerly.
    Sebastian rolled his eyes and yawned at Mark.  “Then you will be waiting for a long time.  Lord Lucifer said he was not to be disturbed.  I have summoned Lord Hades for you.  I’m sure he can deliver your message.”
    “That will not do.  Perhaps I should just meet him in the Throne Room.  It is rather urgent,” Mark sighed.  He watched Sebastian take delight in his discomfort.  He felt like his skin had a million flesh-eating insects feasting upon him.  The evil was wreaking havoc on his sensibilities, which made the anxiety of finishing his task all the more unbearable.
    “Lord Hades said you should wait here, which means, you wait here,” Sebastian ignored him and he went back to counting, but he knew Sebastian made a game out of tormenting him.  It was one of his few sources of entertainment.
    Lucifer was out of his mind as he walked through the castle, chest out, head held high.  He had won.  He had finally gotten what he wanted and was in a very good mood, or at least he would be if he hadn’t been interrupted by Hades.  Hades had chosen the worst time to barge into his domain.  Somehow, Hell couldn’t run properly unless he was called upon constantly.  Once he dealt with Mark and whatever mindless emergencies he brought with him, he would return to her.
    His pace quickened when he thought about the girl, his mistress, his prize.  He was out of patience; he couldn’t wait any longer.  He no longer cared about anything; he only cared about getting her.  He had done anything and everything he could to capture her.  He had no other choice.  Desperation had turned into an imperative and he was forced to obtain her.  Now he could take his time and do with her as he pleased.
    He thought about how the girl had taunted him when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.  He was fully prepared to rip it to shreds to get to her skin before Hades had stormed in.  He would be damned if he let Hades gaze upon his trophy.  He would kill anyone who laid a hand upon her.  He would skewer the eyes of any man who looked upon her without her clothes.
    She was his and she would do anything he wanted.  He wanted to toss her on his bed, strip the dress from her lean body, and sink himself deeply into her.  All of his fantasies would finally be fulfilled.  He would ride her until she screamed his name.  She would submit to his every desire and he would force her to please him whenever the urge was upon him, which was every hour of every endless day.  He had all the time in the world to indulge himself in her flesh and he would never let her leave.  He would chain her to the bed the first moment he had.  Once he was done with the tedium of Mark’s ramblings, he would take her to his room and fuck her for hours, or at least until he was called upon again.  No, he refused to be parted from her until he was ready.  He would leave Hades to deal with Hell; he was going to satisfy every impulse and every craving that came into his mind, if she survived.
    The Fallen moved quickly out of his way as he strode past them along the pathways through the realms to meet Mark in the Hall of Winds.  He wasn’t interested in some long drawn out meeting with his brother, so he decided to agree with whatever he wanted, throw him into the tunnel and send him back home.  Typically, he left Hades to deal with