The Four Heavenly Kings Break in One Night
They arrived at moonfall, riding the screams of dying stars.
Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Mammon.
The Four Heavenly Kings who had once made gods kneel.
They expected war.
They found me lounging on the obsidian throne, legs crossed, Beelzebub naked and collared at my right hand, the former Saint-Queen Elowen curled at my left like a satisfied cat, wearing nothing but golden chains connecting her nipples to the throne itself.
The dragons they rode took one look at the scene and tried to flee.
I snapped my fingers. The dragons froze mid-air, turned to flawless black marble, and crashed to the floor as new statues.
The Kings dismounted.
Armor forged from nightmares. Weapons that had ended civilizations.
They took one step into the throne room.
And every piece of armor shattered simultaneously.
Not exploded. Shattered. Like glass under a hammer.
They stood in nothing but skin and arrogance.
Leviathan's envy-green eyes bled.
Asmodeus's crimson lips parted in hunger.
Belphegor actually yawned, but it turned into a whimper.
Mammon's golden gaze fixed on my collar on Beelzebub's throat and his hands started shaking.
I didn't speak for a full minute.
Just let them feel the weight of what they had walked into.
Then I smiled.
"On your knees."
Four immortal beings, older than most universes, older than sin itself, dropped so hard the marble cracked beneath them.
Leviathan was first to break.
He crawled forward on hands and knees, tears of pure liquid envy streaming down his face.
"Master," he choked, voice like broken glass, "I've hated him for millennia. Hated all of them. Let me serve you instead. Let me be better than them. Please."
I stood.
Walked down the thirteen steps.
Stopped in front of him.
Gripped his sea-green hair and yanked his head back.
"You want to be better?" I whispered. "Earn it."
I snapped my fingers.
Chains of living seawater erupted from the floor, wrapping around his wrists, his throat, his cock, forcing him spread-eagled in mid-air.
Then I turned to Asmodeus.
The King of Lust was already touching himself, eyes glazed.
I didn't even have to command.
He crawled forward, pressed his face to my shoe, and begged in a voice that could make angels cum.
"Use me. Break me. I've fucked entire pantheons and none of them ever made me feel owned. Please, Master, I need—"
I stepped on his hand.
Hard enough to grind bone.
He moaned like he was climaxing.
Belphegor was next. The laziest being in existence actually ran to kneel, panting.
"I'll never sleep again if you want me awake," he swore. "Just collar me. Make me move. Make me yours."
Mammon was last. The greediest. He was crying pure molten gold.
"I'll give you every treasure in hell," he sobbed. "Every soul I own. Just put your name on me."
I smiled at all four of them.
Then spent the next sixteen hours personally collaring each one.
Leviathan's collar forced him to feel my pleasure tenfold. Every time I breathed, he screamed in ecstasy.
Asmodeus's collar denied him release until I allowed it. I edged him for six straight hours while he begged in twelve demonic languages.
Belphegor's collar shocked him awake every time he slowed down. I made him run laps around the throne room while the others watched, collared and chained.
Mammon's collar burned when he thought of anything but serving me. I made him count every coin in his infinite vault aloud while on his knees.
By the time the sun rose in the mortal realm, all four Heavenly Kings were naked, collared, and weeping at my feet, competing to see who could kiss my shoes the most reverently.
Beelzebub watched the entire time, tail lashing with jealousy, cock leaking onto the floor.
When it was over, I sat back on the throne and beckoned all five of them (Beelzebub included) to crawl into a circle around me.
Then I made them take turns thanking me for owning them.
Out loud.
One by one.
Until their voices gave out.