Satanas Chapter 6.2 - Daffodil Bloomed in Sudan

A thickness that one could believe was an entire forearm bulged out from beyond the stomach’s skin. When pressure was applied over it, the lips, busy panting, parted on their own. The haughty gaze, as proud as the pride he possessed, quickly crumbled. The disheveled eyes, unable to even focus, desperately tried to capture Bell.

“Stop… stop… Hhup, stop, Bell….”

“Can you see it?”

The hand that had been pressing down was removed. Bell pushed his face in under the head that had fallen so low it touched the collarbones. His lips approached at a twisted angle, sticking and peeling away with a ‘smack’ sound. Whether it was from a water droplet that had inadvertently splashed, or a tear born of shame. The corner of his faintly drawn eye, holding a single droplet, glared at Bell.

“…You’re really, completely despicable. Hoo… You conscienceless bastard! If the size has no conscience, then what you do should at least have some conscience…!”

Tadeo took a deep breath and then fired off his words nonstop like a machine gun. Bell, who had been struggling to erase his expression and hold back his laughter, finally burst. As the hand supporting his hips came splashing out of the water to cover his face and laugh, the truly enraged Tadeo pushed Bell’s chin away.

“Why are you laughing! Stop laughing!”

This is driving me crazy. If I had moved properly even once, I wouldn’t be laughing.

“If you want to stop, even now, just say so honestly. You don’t have to force yourself.”

Bell leaned his back completely against the bathtub and tilted his neck back. As the hips that had been pressed against him were pushed forward, the sense of fullness that filled his lower abdomen became even more prominent, and Tadeo let out a pained sound. Bell rested his arms over the edge of the tub and leisurely waited for an answer.

The bleeding had stopped, and the pierced hole was something time would resolve. But the words to say that would never be uttered.

Above the tilted chin, the sharp tip of his nose was visible. Tadeo, clutching his folded calves and chewing on the inside of his mouth, was furrowing his brows. Soon, a furious hand shot out. He grabbed the collar of the see-through shirt and yanked him by the scruff of his neck. With that, the broad chest rose like a mountain ridge.

“Do it! You said I have to do it to get better. I don’t go back on my word.”

“Then what’s different from that time?”

“It is different.”

“What is, how is it different.”

Bell asked, but Tadeo couldn’t think of a suitable answer and shut his mouth. He looked at the water droplet that had trapped him in a world smaller than a fingernail. If he turned his head even slightly, the beads of water collected on his prominent clavicle would trickle down. They would pass the collarbone, locked straight like a bolt, and seep into his open chest. And next to it was a deep scar, hidden by the shirt.

“I don’t know either. I’m confused and it’s complicated. But….”

Tadeo brought his hand over it.

“I want to make you better… here.”

His fingertips, unable to bring themselves to touch, hovered around the area, drawing a gentle circle.

“I don’t care if I fall into hell. It’s okay if I’m not forgiven. Let me heal this….”

“There’s nothing you can’t say, is there, you.”

“Agh!”

Bell shot his hips up. He grabbed a handful of flesh from each buttock and pulled them wide apart. As the force from his hip bones thrust fiercely, his hips, which had lifted up, fell back down with a startling splash. The water-soaked, heavy sleeves slapped against his pale thighs. Bell tightly embraced the squirming body that was trying to escape.

“Ha, Tadeo….”

He buried his nose, which was panting like a beast, into the nape of his neck. He inhaled his scent as if sucking on his skin, and the milky scent he breathed in was sweeter than the opium he had tasted in Weihaiwei.

“Aht, ah, ngh, Bell, too deep, hup!”

Heeuk, the sound of a sharp breath being caught tickled his ear. His shoulder blades, prominent like rocks revealed in the shallow water, trembled. Tadeo, clutching the soaking wet, lightened hair, rubbed his face against Bell’s cheek. Eyelids, flushed with ecstasy, fluttered open, and his eyes, which flashed with a spark every time he was thrust into, stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Tadeo, Tadeo….”

Tadeo, who had been shuddering at the heated whispers, moved his hips back and forth. As he gently moved his buttocks, which had been busy splashing, they fell out of sync with Bell’s thrusting waist. His parted thighs tensed with firm muscle. Bell moved a little slower, instead pushing in deeply with each movement as if to brand him.

“Bell, Bell…. Haa, Bell….”

The clear waves of water crashed against Tadeo’s waist. His hips, rubbing in time with the name, gradually increased their height. As deep as the distance created, and as fast, the penetrating member filled his insides again and again.

Bell released the body he was holding and slowly leaned back. He pressed down on Tadeo’s two hands, which were now lost and wandering, and only flicked against his front repeatedly. The sounds of him crying out, cut into pieces, echoed all around.

“Ah! Don’t, here, is weird, ahh! Aah, Bell!”

“Hoo, Jinha, Moon Jinha…!”

He remembered his name. Tadeo blinked his wide, round eyes blankly. Then, the area around his eyes slowly began to swell, and he started to cry, tears streaming down from his half-moon-shaped eyes.

“This is, craz, stop! Ugh, ah! My vision, is flash, hoo… ing!”

“Jinha, Jinha, Nngh.”

The more he twisted his wrists to escape, the more they were constricted by the grip. The more he tried to raise his knees to pull out the embedded member, the more Bell pressed their hip bones together with all his might.

“Ugh, let, let go, of this…. I have to, pee…!”

Tadeo’s waist flinched at the prickling sensation of urination in his belly. The feeling of impending release, which had rushed him in an instant, gathered between his thighs. The stinging pain, unable to be released, struggled inside his narrow urethra.

“Bell, please…!”

The tongue that licked up his face, which was whining like a puppy that needed to pee, moved over to his earlobe. The lips that took his earlobe in drew out a low sound like air escaping.

“Then say… ‘Please let me cum’.”

“You…! Ahhugh…!”

“Hurry.”

“If… if I pee, what….”

“Good boy, shhh….”

As if by magic, the tension was released by the sound that seemed to be soothing a child. Tadeo buried his face in his hands and came. Faint, whitish fluid was released in thin spurts, spreading into the submerged water. The blooming mucus made the water cloudy. His reddened face, out of shame, only stared into the water through the gaps between his fingers, and watching the aimlessly rolling eyes, Bell clenched his teeth.

“?! I, just now! I came!”

“I still, haven’t come, inside you, haa… Jinha.”

Tadeo’s toes, which had been slowly uncurling, curled up tightly again. At the movements that began to bounce without any control of pace, his lower abdomen stiffened and his surprised waist bucked. Bell’s mouth, which had been composed until now, was twisted. He grabbed the thin, muscular forearms that were pushing against his chest and made him wrap them around his own neck, then chased the climax that was within reach.

How many shipwrecked fragments had scattered and drifted? To the point of becoming ignorant of himself, to the point of not even recognizing his own emotions, the shattered debris met the island called ‘you’. On a path I drifted aimlessly, what I gained from meeting you was a clamorous agony and… a certain, specific tremor.

Only when I was seized by the thought that I might lose you did I realize how precious all the emotions you awakened in me were.

You were my salvation, and you were my Tadeo.

His lower body, buried to the root, pressed firmly against a point on the inner wall. The trembling red lips couldn’t even let out a moan. At the moment a hot energy overflowed and gushed out, a huge skeletal frame rose from Bell’s spine. Abundant black feathers covering the wing veins scattered, and the wings that stretched upward reached the bathroom ceiling and hung down gracefully.

Tadeo was so mesmerized by that moment that he couldn’t say a word.

“What are you staring at so blankly.”

“Because it’s pretty and beautiful… the wings.”

When Bell asked, he answered in a faint voice, as if in a dream. The black feathers, hanging like a weeping willow, cast a shadow into the water. The body reflected on the still surface of the water created the illusion of being buried in feathers. Tadeo slowly reached out his hand. The feathers, which were drifting down, missed his hand and landed on the shoulders that were more than enough to envelop his body.

“Are you all better now?”

Tadeo asked, fluttering the feather he held in his hand.

“Are you going to do more if I say I’m not fully healed?”

“If you’re lying, I’m going to poke a hole in you again….”

At the teasing question, the eyes that had been looking closely at the feather narrowed into a frown.

“I’m fine now, Tadeo.”

“…That’s a relief.”

The reply, mixed with a small laugh, made his whole body feel languid. Tadeo nodded his head and rubbed his eyes. With his heavy eyelids half-closed, he leaned against Bell’s shoulder.

“It was a very tiring day, wasn’t it.”

And forgetting even to take out the thing that filled him deep inside, he fell into a deep sleep.

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“Hello, Bell.”

The one who brings light, or the star. The Morning Star of Pride. He, called the Dark Prince, had not lost the vast beauty he possessed during his time as a seraph. The day the son of the morning, the Morning Star, fell to earth. Those who had been darkness from the beginning recognized him. They revered and served him, and at the same time, feared and envied him.

The angel most loved by God fell into a vile crowd for the sin of coveting God’s throne, but he shone more brightly than when he was in heaven.

“I just released my power for a moment, and they died.”

His hair, which came down to his waist, stole a handful of sunlight and was dazzling. Despite having his eyes covered with a black cloth, his eye-catching gaze and the sensual look that overwhelmed the crowd could not be completely hidden. He was sitting on a chair made from the bones of pharaohs, the claws of the sphinx, and the marble of temples.

Made to resemble the heavenly throne where the Creator once sat, it was the throne of the demon king Lucifer, placed in the deepest part of the underworld. The corpses scattered around it were shriveled like mummies, and every single one had a cross trapped in a rose bush carved on their chest. The thorny bush entangled not only the cross but also their necks.

“Weak and useless humans.”

“Isn’t it funny that there is a human who can withstand your power, Luciel.”

Bell, who had been looking around him, opened his mouth. At that, Lucifer rose from his seat and stepped down onto a platform made of stacked demons’ heads.

“Belleel, my beloved friend.”

With each step he took, the clothes woven from a piece of the starry night sky fluttered. It was a lightness more ethereal than a butterfly’s wing. The feet that lifted the hem of his clothes shone brighter than white jade, and the black robe made from a snake’s sloughed skin trailed long over the severed heads with their tongues lolling out.

The demons described their king, Lucifer, whom they served, thusly:

‘His voice is like the song sung by the Sirens, and his veiled face is like Medusa’s before she incurred Athena’s wrath.’

His beauty, which made one face him even at the risk of death, had already become a legend.

“We have so much in common.”

He was the one and only existence in this deep cavern where light and darkness coexisted. His steps passing by the stalactites, the pinnacle of scenery created by underground water, were as graceful as walking on clouds. And the hand he took out while rolling up his robe’s sleeve was dazzling. It was the hand that had once acted as a proxy for the Lord’s authority, and the radiance of many stars flashed from it.

Bell quietly stared at the hand caressing his cheek and then smiled.

“Ah, even our tastes are similar.”

“When I sat on the heavenly throne, I was able to steal a glimpse of the earth’s future.”

The voice he brought out before the long resonance had even faded soon occupied the entire cavern, overwhelming even Bell’s reply. When Lucifer removed the hand that had been touching his cheek, Bell also withdrew the smile he had directed at him. The hand disappearing into his clothes seemed to show the process of light being eaten by darkness.

“Soon, a world will come where humanity is divided by race and nation, and humans will weed out other humans.”

“….”

“That world will be the moment humanity needs us the most.”

Bell listened to the voice that circled around him. Every time the black shadow prowled the cave, the rustling sound of its clothes tickled the back of his neck and his ears. He followed that shadow only with his eyes.

“The days of us, who have fallen to earth, opposing God will continue.”

The beautiful voice faced Bell again.

“And there, I saw a child chosen by God.”

On the blindfolded face, the smile that could entice all creation was gone. But Bell, in contrast, began to laugh. My morning star, my beloved friend. You saw many things during the short time you sat on the heavenly throne.

“How ridiculous. The choice of God, you say.”

“And next to that child, was you.”

The step he was about to take toward the noble morning star came to an abrupt halt.

“With an angel’s wings spread.”

Lucifer was looking at Bell with a face devoid of any laughter. Bell found this version of him extremely unfamiliar.

On the day the Morning Star, the only one in heaven who had regarded the darkness, fell to earth, he reigned over all demon gods and called himself ‘Lucifer’. It was a different path from his words that he would personally bestow love upon those who had lived without knowing God’s mercy.

He, who had become a tyrant as cruel as he was beautiful, favored only one fallen angel, and that was ‘Belleel’, who had crossed a sea of fire while holding the Morning Star that had fallen to earth.

“…What a preposterous prophecy.”

“Unfortunately, there has never been a single moment when the future God saw was wrong. It was the same when I was in the bodies of Cain and Nero.”

And now, that very Morning Star was doubting him.

Bell frowned in front of Lucifer. At that, the severed heads’ eyes snapped open and their teeth chattered as if in fear. Even the grown stalactites and stalagmites created a small vibration. The strangely shifted atmosphere was plummeting into the deep abyss of the conflict they had created.

The one who had to break that silence was Lucifer, and he averted his fixed gaze and burst into laughter.

“Bell, do you know why I like them, just as you like priests and nuns?”

“I wonder. Did we ever like them.”

“Hate is another name for affection, Bell. Relax your face. I don’t want to be hated by you.”

The hand hidden in his clothes came out again. Two hands, shining brighter than Michael’s wings, cupped Bell’s face. As if gently scooping up lake water.

“It may be a simple amusement for you, but I’m a bit different. Right?”

“A riddle again. Do you want me to solve it this time too, Luciel.”

“Haha, that’s right….”

“Yes. Your tastes are indeed a bit more wicked than mine.”

Only then did Bell also smile and take his hands in his. He slowly opened his eyes, which he had closed for a moment, and captured the morning star right before his nose. The Lord, who had cherished their friendship, had praised those eyes as being as beautiful as the sky that raises the morning star.

“From what I hear, those with the name of God’s priests do not easily fall to the power of demons. No one knows the reason yet.”

“Yes, Bell.”

“The stronger the conviction, the less the doubt. It seems their vessel grows larger. Is this answer sufficient?”

Lucifer’s mouth, as he nodded and listened to the answer, was filled with a slowly spreading smile. It was the brightest burning star even on his shining face. Like a constellation carefully embroidered, all things in the cavern except Bell were put at ease by the smile entwined with myth.

“As expected, you are worthy of being my beloved friend.”

“But I wonder if such a human exists. It’s just nonsensical talk.”

“But I am curious.”

The hand that was about to brush back his hair and the cloth covering his eyes stopped.

“At least, how about that child who was said to have received God’s choice?”

“….”

“Will that child be able to withstand my power? I am extremely curious about that.”

Bell realized. That arrogant smile he wore meant that he had included him in his amusement.

“So you find him. Find him and bring him before me. Give me your faith, Bell.”

Lucifer said so and pulled the cupped face closer.

“You won’t leave me, will you…, hmm? Belleel.”

He whispered as if kissing the earlobe revealed between the parted platinum blond hair. What a cunning pair of lips. Bell looked at the top of his head where moonlight flowed with eyes that did not even raise the morning star. And with that, the recollection ended as he turned his gaze to Lucifer’s throne.

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It was a night well past midnight. Bell, who had been sitting on the windowsill looking at the sky, turned his head. His eyes, which had been admiring the Milky Way that couldn’t be seen in London for a while, now took in the white bedspread. As his gaze moved to the legs peeking out and the peacefully sleeping face, the heavy expression he wore while looking at the sky instantly lightened.

Without making a sound, his two feet touched the floor and slowly approached the bed. The fluffy, dry hair was scattered on the pure white pillow. Bell, perched on the edge of the bed, placed a hand next to the face that was asleep, unaware of the deepening night.

Using his forearm with its delicately developed clavicular head as a pillar to cage him, he once again scrutinized the face he knew so well he had it memorized. The incomplete double eyelid at the inner corner of the eye, the full eyelashes, the moderately prominent cheekbones. Bell couldn’t hold back and lightly pressed his lips upon them.

“Mmm….”

The face, which had been frowning and rubbing against the sheets, started making soft breathing sounds again.

“Wake up.”

The single phrase dropped onto the small nose was gentle, regardless of its length. But Tadeo showed no sign of waking. All he did was move his lips in his sleep.

“I want to hold you again. Though you’d say you don’t want to.”

The propped-up forearm went down at a right angle, as if doing a push-up. Around the time the bent elbows were under strain and the muscles became prominent, Bell swallowed the lips that were moving bewitchingly.

The lips, parted in sleep, skillfully accepted his tongue. At first, it was limp, but it slowly began to match his movements. It even began to actively envelop the wandering tongue more than when he was awake. When the tongue, which had been rolling wetly, slipped out of the lips, watching the tongue that had been pulled along with it slide back in made his breath catch.

“Whether you like it or not, I’ve decided I want to, so wake up now.”

The lips that had been buried in the nape of his neck parted and sucked hard on the skin. He gently licked the surface of the pinched skin and nibbled it with his teeth. After sucking with force a few times, Bell satisfyingly licked his own lips as they pulled away with a smack sound. It was because a hickey, darker than a nipple, had formed on the glistening neck.

There was no way of knowing for whose pleasure the body, sleeping like a log, was so disheveled. Tadeo’s body was smooth in all areas except for the sparse hair below. Bell lifted one corner of his mouth, remembering how he had whined that no hair grew even long after he became an adult.

“If you knew what I was thinking every time, you might run away.”

“….”

“For a moment, I even thought it was a relief you became a priest. Because it also meant I was the only one who would see your body.”

This time, he scattered his low voice from a lower spot. The fingers that had been tracing the rose bush that grew up to his protruding collarbones drew a line straight down over the black cross. The nipple, which had been docile until he put his mouth on it, had popped out. Bell had to suppress a laugh that was about to burst out. Instead, he brought the pointed tip of his tongue and flicked the bud.

“Bell…?”

Sleep-drunk eyes opened for a moment. His voice, which had no rest from moaning, was slightly hoarse. When he lifted his head that had been tickling his chest to meet his eyes, Tadeo closed his eyes again.

“Bell, it’s still nighttime….”

The face that had quickly fallen back asleep tilted to the side. The not-yet-lost baby fat on his cheek was pushed against the pillow on one side. Bell tapped the soft cheek with his finger and then pushed between his lips.

“What should I do to wake you up.”

Two fingers, the index and middle, he had inserted, tapped on the tongue as if playing a keyboard. The sleeping face naturally tilted back. Everything visible inside the parted mouth is red. As if poking and bursting a ripe, watery fruit, Bell’s fingers were quickly soaked.

Bell lifted the blanket and pulled his two neat legs apart. He pushed himself in between them and pressed his cock, swollen to bursting inside his gown, right up against his buttocks. He glanced down while pushing his knees, then brought his wet hand toward the crevice between them. But then he clenched his fist in mid-air. Bell closed his eyes as if in resignation.

“I’ve developed something called patience. Because of you.”

The voice, devoid of irritation or complaint, was still gentle. The back that had been bent over straightened up. The forearms that had caged Tadeo also moved away. Bell turned his gaze to the window for a moment. It was a beautiful night with the Milky Way pouring down.

It was a sky befitting this night, the night a human had become a star.