Lost To The Devil

Chapter 3: seduction

two weeks after the Tommy incident I dreamt something new. I dreamt of a man, no not a man an angel because he had huge gold wings behind his back, he was amazingly beautiful supernaturally so, his porcelain perfect skin, his bright green eyes, those red rosy lips and my favourite his platinum blonde thick curls. At first I thought it might be my guardian angel but his voice was full of a dangerous seduction. “Who are you?” I asked shyly, in my dreams I was always fully my old self again. “My name is Belial and if you would allow me I will protect your body from lustful men.” He had answered in that deep husky voice. “You’re the one who interrupted me and Tommy?” I gasped, he nodded and answered, “ you deserve love Grace, for all of you not just your body. I can give you that love and I can promise you that I will never leave, I know how lonely you are, I am too but together we don't need to feel alone. I will love you and you will love me, would you like that?” I said yes that I would like that very much and saw him smirk before waking up to a pillow full of my own drool.

I don't know how but I knew this was the ghost in my house. I decided to look his name up even though I didn't have a last name and was shocked to find out that Belial wasn't a human name, not even angelic it was demonic.

This is what I found:

Belial also known as Beliar. Belial's name is sometimes used as a synonym for Satan or the Antichrist, the epitome of evil. He is a fallen angel and one of Satan's most important and evil generals. Belial is deceptively beautiful in appearance and has a soft voice but is full of treachery, recklessness and lies. He is dediciated to creating wickedness and guilt in mankind, especially in the form of s****l perversions, fornication and lust. In the Old Testament, the phrase "sons of Belial" refers to worthlessness and recklessness.

Belial's name probably comes from the Hebrew term beli ya'al, which means "without worth." The ancient Hebrews believed that Belial was the next angel created after Lucifer and was evil from the start, being one of the first to rebel against God. After his fall from heaven he became the personification of evil. St. Paul considered him to be the chief of demons. According to lore, Belial danced before King Solomon, and was among the demons who worked under the king's command, ruled by Solomon's magical ring.

The demonologist Johann Weyer said that Belial commands eighty legions of demons and serves as infernal ambassador to Turkey. Medieval magicians believed that sacrifices and offerings were necessary to invoke him. Belial was reputed to break his promises to magicians, but those who managed to gain his true favor were handsomely rewarded.

I was having an almost full blown panic attack by the end. After calming down I got my jacket and almost ran to the town centre where I spent the whole day just so I didn't have to be alone in the house. By the time I headed back home I had pretty much convinced myself it was just a dream, he had seemed far too nice and pleasant, I hadn't felt any evil from him at all.

After falling asleep to a book I dreamt of him again and in the dream I wasn't afraid as he smiled and made his way over to me. “I love you so much Grace, please don't be afraid of me when you wake up. I only wish to keep you safe and loved.” Then he kissed me. His lips were as soft as rose buds. We were already naked whenever I dreamed of him, so lying me down onto the floor of the woods where we always seemed to meet, he took me deep and hard and moved rhythmically inside of me huge and hard until I was panting and then screaming his name out in ecstasy.

I woke up as I came panting and sweating. What a weird erotic dream I sighed to myself, but lying back in bed again I felt too much wet underneath me, confused I went and turned the light on and saw a bright patch of blood on the bed. I looked down to see blood trickling between my legs and screamed, I wasn't due my period for another three weeks and I was starting to feel sore, the only conclusion I could come up with was that it wasn't a dream at all. I stripped the sheets, wiped my legs with it before throwing it in a black bin bag and then the bin in our front garden. I was shaking by the time I ran a bath for myself but stepping into it and sliding down in the warmth I very slowly started to relax.

I was almost falling asleep when I suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me, I looked around but of course no one was there. I jumped out the tub and managed to dry and dress myself in pyjamas in record time and then I made sure to read until I drifted off into a thankfully dreamless sleep.