2. Stupid Dream Number Two
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"Sire, is that really you?"
I stiffened, gaze trained on the brick wall before me. How I ended up somewhere that wasn't my home was beyond me, so naturally, I dreaded turning around to face the owner of the voice. But with seconds of ominous silence giving me the eerie vibe, I willingly allowed curiosity to get the best of me and did just that.
What greeted my eyes though, was yet again non-human...And to make matters worse, there wasn't just one bulky beast standing behind me...there was a total of four. Four sharp teeth, red eyed, black horned monsters. They weren't as repulsive as the first one I saw, but they were definitely getting there...well half of them.
To be blunt, the two males were a disturbing sight to see while the females, however, were fairly good looking. Their breasts were practically on full display, seeing as there was only a thin piece of cloth covering mostly the bottom half, and as for the lower region, it was adorned with black tight-fitting leather shorts that barely hid their thighs from watchful eyes...my watchful eyes.
"After three hundred years, you have finally returned to the Underworld, King Lucifer," A deep voice rumbled. Without even looking, I could easily tell right away that the person who spoke so roughly was the muscular, straight-faced male to the left.
Though reluctant, I shifted my eyes away from the t**s I was staring at to look over at him. His words were confusing, if not troubling as well. I had no idea what he meant by me returning after three hundred years and I definitely had no idea why he was referring to me as Lucifer.
"My lord, you seem a bit pale." The other male pointed out, his worrisome eyes boring into my soul. He took a step forward and I instantly took three back, inciting him to stop approaching.
I'm not getting close to that thing...not after what happened with the first one.
The blue haired woman who had been standing next to him chose that moment to speak up, "Wardrock, he is only a human and he seems to remember nothing of his past life...we must move with precaution or he may end up losing his life to that deadly disease I heard of on my last trip to the human world...What did the humans call it?" She c****d her head to the side as she looked at nothing in particular, appearing to be trying to recall whatever disease she just spoke of.
"I assume you are talking about the one called heart attack?" The so-called Wardrock tried to aid her.
Her head snapped in his direction as a grin blossomed on her lips. "Yes! That's it!" She exclaimed, a little too energetically might I add.
"Do not worry over such foolishness, Sapheme. How can his heart possibly attack him?" The deep voiced one hissed, harshly shoving her aside as he stepped forward. With my back pressed flush against the wall, I was a second away from releasing the pee I had secured in my bladder when he thankfully stopped approaching, dropped unto one knee and bowed his head in reverence. "Welcome, King Lucifer...I am your loyal servant Gylador, the ruler of the kingdom, Olymp."
I blinked, flabbergasted by both their stupidity and their odd way of greeting me.
The others glanced at each other then mirrored his actions, dropping onto one knee and bowing their heads. Sapheme was the first of the three to speak, "Welcome, King Lucifer...I am Sapheme, the ruler of the kingdom, Arthagus."
Wardrock spoke next, "Welcome, King Lucifer...I am Wardrock, the ruler of the kingdom, Pernia."
The female who hadn't spoken since I got here hesitated a bit before finally stuttering out, "Welcome, K-King L-Lucifer...I a-am Delari."
Though not as firm, her voice sounded familiar to the one I heard a few seconds before I ended up here but currently, I had other things to worry about instead of pondering on that which is trivial.
For me, being the King of the Underworld has never crossed my mind, not once, not ever. With that being said, can someone please tell me why I happen to be dreaming of such things, such hideous inhuman things?
I stared at the beasts before me as I ran a hand through my hair, frustration mixing with my currently hectic emotions. It doesn't matter what the answer to that question may be, I suppose...but this is where I pull the plug.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping and praying that the same tactic would take me elsewhere...preferably in a dream where I'm banging a pretty girl. But if and only if I open my eyes and these creatures persists to pop up in my dreams, I swear to live the rest of my life without sleep...and I'm being completely serious here.
I counted to five before hesitantly peeking an eye open, then the other...
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