The Mafia Demon’s Human Slave

The most powerful man in the room

The Mafia Demon’s Human Slave 

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Chapter 1: the most powerful man in the room

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Alaric isn’t pleased.

Ignoring the fact that he’s rarely content with anything, he’s especially displeased when people defy him. Or try to, anyway.

It’s f*****g irritating, how once the rumor goes out that he doesn’t have a heart, everyone’s trying to test it, trying to win his heart, sending in their most pedestal-worthy sluts to try and gain his favor through his heart and d**k.

He f*****g hates all of them.

And Ciaran. 

Ciaran, that sly bastard, he knows all of this, and still makes him come to this dreadful excuse of a ‘party’, that is nothing more than for to show off wealth, power, and re-establish relationships between all these low-ranking low lives that try to assert dominance among themselves. 

It's a group of peasants trying to decide who is richer, and Alaric is being forced to watch.

Re-establish relationships. 

Alaric wants to take them all back to Hell and torture them. 

But he can’t. Not if he wants to feed on their despicable souls. No, instead he has to sit next to them and pretend like he’s human.

He will give them credit for one thing though. These people (if they can be called that) are cruel to the point Alaric can be his usual self (to an extent— unfortunately he must still restrain himself; he can’t be his usual self anywhere on Earth, or else everyone would die) and they don’t bat an eye at him.

Ciaran is the one human Alaric doesn’t want to kill. He’s thought about it before, like he has with all humans, and when he dreams about creating a zombie apocalypse for the fun of it Ciaran definitely doesn’t survive – but to his credit, Alaric has lost most of the urge to specifically kill him.

If anything, he can tolerate Ciaran. 

Maybe Ciaran can survive the apocalypse. He’s smart and athletic, so if he makes an effort Alaric will let him go. 

Really Alaric is just waiting for the man to die so he can take him for himself in Hell. It’s one thing to help him run his minor operations on Earth, with Ciaran he could get things further fired up in Hell.

(Alaric is a little excited; he might be more than just tolerating his close friend. He might actually like his company.)

But at times like these, when Ciaran is sitting next to him, grinning, Alaric does allow himself to envision sinking his ‘friend’ in a tub of tar just to hear him scream and plead while he munches on a tub of popcorn.

As boring as his job can be, it’s men like these that remind him why he chose to appear in this industry to feed on souls: the worst monsters are at the top, though Alaric may just be the worst of them all.

Humans are pitiful, but they’re also entertaining.

The man he’s talking to finishes in the girl’s mouth in record time. 

It’s like his 7th suck of the night, but Alaric thinks he’s lasted longest this time. The woman gets up, presumably to either wash her mouth to go find another d**k to suck, so Alaric decides he’ll end her search here.

He reaches for the back of her calves, flipping her bottom-up as he pulls her legs onto his lap, forehead smacking the ground while her ass hangs in his face. He hopes the slut cracked her head on the ground, but she lets out a yelp that must equivalate to an ‘I’m okay’. 

He doesn’t care.

He tears off her underwear and then slips his c**k into her front hole, giving her ass a once over before kicking back, crossing his feet and bringing them to rest on the back of her head, pressing her forehead against the dirty floor. 

His c**k is soft; not that it will do her any favors, because the demon’s soft c**k is a little bigger than a well-endowed man’s hard one. She should just be grateful he isn’t hard; her screams would be irritating.

Nobody in the circle is surprised, only choosing to carry on the conversation they were having after amusedly watching him sheath himself in one of the cockwarmers.

For a moment, he contemplates actually f*****g her, maybe some rough grinding, show her what it’s like to have s*x with a demon, ruin her body for the rest of eternity and have her screaming in unmeasurable pain.

But he’s not in the mood for s*x today, he's just getting a little cold watching all these men have their fill of holes and leaving him feeling rather dry.

Well, most of them are men.

Among all these wicked souls is a singular woman, Keir, who rose to the top of her gang. Granted, it’s a small gang and she’s barely an influence; most of her clout comes simply from the fact she’s a woman in this man-dominated industry.

Sinister, yes, but she’s cold, practical, and non-emotional.

Regardless, he could tell she wasn’t going to do very well for too long because he could sniff her act out immediately. 

A cold, hard, face to cover the fact that she does have a bit of a heart. Not a big one, and she isn’t nice by any means, but she’s thawed out on the inside.

Women, in general, are much more practical than men. It makes them less fun to feed on.

They only rise to the occasion when they fear that not displaying dominance will cause other men to doubt their rule.

He’d wanted to f**k her the moment she walked in at that first party and took her own seat at the table. A lot of women (mainly the prostitutes) like to say she’s ‘empowering’ by ‘taking her seat at the boy’s table’. Alaric figures it’s a bunch of bullshit.

He isn’t sexist, oh, no he doesn’t discriminate. Alaric hates all genders equally. He doesn’t focus on her specifically, he hates every single f**k in the building, and he often contemplates just showing them all just who he is for funsies. 

The b***h can do all she wants, it’s just irritating that she’s more professional than all these filthy f***s and she knows it.

Her confidence makes him want to tear her apart. 

Fuck her in front of everyone and show her exactly how much confidence she should be holding in herself. Break her down and build her up as nothing but a mind-numbing slut just for the fun of it.

But he doesn’t, simply because right after he does he’d get bored and then he’d kill her. It would only be a moment’s fun and then she’s useless to him. So for the same reason that he doesn’t directly take over Earth and make them all fear him, he leaves her alone.

Not to mention Ciaran seems to be smitten with her. 

It’s nauseating as f**k, watching him watch her with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Ciaran respects Keir for her secretly good heart and it makes Alaric want to rip out her heart and make the human eat it just to show him it probably tastes despicable.

Alaric still thinks back to Ciaran’s horror when he’s seen exactly how his ‘meetings’ go down. It’s a fond memory of his.

But Ciaran no longer doubts him. Doesn’t think of overthrowing him. His loyalty only increases, and as time goes on, fondness as well. Alaric knows because he can sense it, can tell when someone has bad intentions, can read minds if he wants to. 

Ciaran doesn’t even consider betraying him, and it’s not because of fear either, but because they’re friends.

But he lets Keir do what she wants, also because she’s a small gang and it makes her easily manipulated. They have a partnership, some of her goods and drugs in exchange for his protection. It’s the only reason she’s still here and not squashed by the rest of these much bigger gangs.

Because she has him on her side. 

Or well, Ciaran on her side, and Alaric will listen to his advice if he’s sure it’s coming from his head and not his heart. He knows she hates him and his sadistic glee, but she doesn’t say anything because she’s a little scared of him, too. It’s the one thing he likes about her, is that she knows what fires she can’t fight.

It’s not that he’s the most powerful man in the room (in their eyes, anyway. Nobody exactly knows that’s he an immortal demon, not even Ciaran – though he’s considered telling him).

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TBC