Free Lucas: Origins Of A Demon by N.P. Martin

was dreaming when he awoke and saw such a vision of loveliness standing over him as he lay naked in his bed. Standing there was a woman of such incredible beauty, his heart almost stopped when he laid eyes on her. The woman had bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the gloomy light of the room, eyes that were fixed firmly on Lucas. She wore the uraeus on her head, the symbol of the cobra in the center of the headdress completely in keeping with the lithe, snake-like curves of the woman herself. Indeed, if the woman was who Lucas thought she was, she was responsible for bringing the cobra itself into being in the first place, conjured purely from magic.
    Lucas shook his head. “It cannot be…”
    The woman smiled. “It seems my initial faith in you was not misplaced,” she said, her voice not much higher than a whisper, but clear as day to Lucas’ ears. “You have done well for yourself, Lucas.”
    “Isis?”
    The woman nodded once. “I thought it time to visit upon you in person, Lucas Rameses.”
    Lucas crawled forward on the bed to his knees and bowed his head to the goddess before him. “Never did I think the Queen of Magic herself would be standing before me.”
    “Raise your head. You have no need to bow to me. It is I who should be bowing to you, given the power you have managed to conjure from nothing. Even Osirus has taken notice of you.”
    “Osirus? But I am just a deceiver of men, Goddess. Nothing more. Osirus was a great leader.”
    Isis smiled and came around to sit on the bed beside Lucas. Up close, her beauty was almost too much to bear. Lucas felt his insides melt as he couldn’t help gazing upon her. “Yes, you are a deceiver of men,” she said. “But you can be so much more, Lucas. Why do you think I had Ho Tepp give you that book?”
    “I just wanted to learn the arts,” Lucas said. “For my own selfish reasons. I am not deserving of your interest in me.”
    “You are too hard on yourself. Even a leader like Osirus had his flaws.”
    “But I am not a leader.”
    “Not yet.”
    Lucas shook his head. “The throne was never my concern. Power was. I have no wish to rule these lands or any other.”
    “Yet rule them you shall.” Her face was close to his. He could smell her sweet scent. It was intoxicating and he wanted so badly to taste her. “I can show you how to become King, Lucas. Your skills are too great to be wielded just in the shadows. You could be the greatest leader Egypt has ever known.”
    Lucas had dismissed the notion of being King up to that moment. Hearing the words come out of her luscious mouth though, he became instantly convinced that she was right. He should be King. “How can I do it?” he asked.
    Her face was only an inch from his as she swayed provocatively like a cobra on the bed, moonlight from the window over the bed glinting on the uraeus on her head. “As much power as you have,” she said, gently kissing him on the neck. “It is not enough.” Her raven black hair brushed against him, sending chills up him as she moved her head to kiss the other side of his neck. “All great Kings must give something up before they can claim the throne as their own.”
    Lucas’ cock began to stiffen as Isis continued to plant small kisses on his shoulders, down his chest. “And what is that?” he gasped.
    She pushed him back on the bed and kissed him more firmly on the stomach, moving down further with each kiss towards his now stiff cock. She ran her tongue over it before looking up at him and smiling. “Your soul,” she said, just before engulfing his cock in her mouth like a snake swallowing its prey.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TEN
     
     
    When Lucas goes to see Dimitri, he finds the Russian-accented demon in the center of the warehouse he calls home. Dimitri is standing in front of a naked man who is suspended upside down from a rope tied to the ceiling. The man’s body is covered in cuts from the knife Dimitri is holding, which Lucas