“Devil’s Revenge”,Chapter 17.

I wrote this story two years ago, and am just looking it over.  I have posted bits and pieces of it on ERWA and here, and there seems to be a little following of readers.

(21st. century writer is pulled back to the 1820’s and consorts with Demons. One in particular, Garrett, who has become her ‘protector’ of sorts, except from him.  Abigor is an Arch Duke in Hell, and they are meeting this tricky devil, Betsy for the first time.)


My voice has been muted by my Demon, for he calls me a chatterbox.  I can only look at him and communicate through my eyes, which is a good lesson for me.  Right now, there are large tears falling and I use this to move him to some pity.

Hah! There is no compassion from my Devil!  He sits there and makes faces at me, and I have gone from frustration to tears in a matter of minutes.  He is an unkind beast, and I am crazy to think I could appeal to some better nature.  I am dealing with a demon, for god’s sake!  What do I expect?

The afternoon turns to dusk, and it darkens outside.   My Devil is standing at the window, watching the gloom gather.  His senses are sharpened, even his ears are more pointed like a bats–

“I heard that”, he said from the window, not turning around.  “It will be time to leave soon, so wipe your eyes and gather your courage.  And curb your venom.  Remember to whom you owe your safety this night.”

He turns and smiles at me.  Ah! I hate him and love him at the same time!  He is so handsome, so strong looking. My heart melts in my breast.

He leaves me some privacy, and I am thankful. Usually he abuses his power of reading my mind, and now I realize just how serious he is.  I could think an insult to taunt him with, but now I see he is deep in other matters.

He turns back to the window, and then lowering his voice he says   “It’s time.”
He moves toward me, and kisses me gently on the lips and then I enter a darkness, insensate.

I awake to the night, as he walks through a woods, with a sword in his right hand.  I am on his left, and he is holding me by the hand.  The night is dark, only a gibbon moon in the sky. It must have risen earlier.  The trees are almost invisible, except for the fireflies that look like white Christmas lights among the branches. I think a minute.  Fireflies are in the summer, not the dead of winter.  Garrett squeezes my hand, he knows I am anxious and I try not to look around.

We come out in a clearing, and there are a number of burning torches illuminating the area.  There seem to be a million fireflies around us, but now I think it is something different.  There, at the center of the clearing, as we draw near, is a man sitting on a stump of a tree.  He is rather robust, of indeterminate age, and has a full white beard coursing down his chest. He is dressed all in black, but of a style of a more ancient age.  He has a large white ruff around his neck, and what appear to be gold buttons down two sides of his bodice.  He has a large, black dog at his feet, or it might be a wolf.  Whatever it is, it is chained to the ground, and has red eyes that glow in the light of the torches. This is Abigor, the Grand Duke of Hell, as my Demon has mentioned.  Garrett shifts me to his right side, slightly behind him, and  approaches no nearer than ten feet from the duke.  I hear him take a deep breath, and see him bow.  I wait with my curtsey, and look at Abigor seated on his stump.  He looks like a pleasant enough fellow.

My Demon Lover addresses Abigor.  I am not only mute, but I can’t hear their exchange.  I do see Abigor nod his head to Garrett, so I guess they are talking.  I try not to look around myself, but the temptation is too great, and I glance up at the trees to my right.  A sweet voice is talking to me, but I can hardly hear it.  It caresses my throat, and I swallow something that has entered my mouth.  Suddenly, I remember Garrett’s words to me and I stamp my foot softly.  The voice stops.  Whatever it was I swallowed, it became bitter. I spit out what appeared to be dirt.  A twittering arose in the trees.  My Demon Lover looked at me from the corner of his eyes and it was enough of a warning.

Now I could hear Abigor talk in a low rumble.  Garrett answered in the same way. It was as if they were talking on an  alien wave length, too deep for mortal ears.  I tried to look at the ground before me, and to not let my eyes stray.   A soft breeze circled my bare feet, and it was warm and soothing.  Again, I stamped my foot, this time with more force.  I screwed up my face in a threatening scowl, and again the woods tittered.  Suddenly there was silence, a total emptiness of sound.  Even the ‘fireflies’ dimmed.  Then I heard Abigor clearly addressing me.

“Come here, woman, let me see your features clearly.”  I looked at my Demon besides me, and he nodded his head slightly.  I walked to within five feet of Abigor and gave him my lowest curtsey.  He smiled a tender smile at me, but I would not be put off guard.  He was the Grand Duke of Hades for god’s sake!  An arch demon.  A false smile if there ever was one.

“Ah! She has courage, your woman”, said Abigor.  He looked at my Demon and a look flew between them.  “She is not exactly the age of a breeder.  Is there something else to make her of value to you?”

I heard my Demon Lover give a short laugh and say I was entertaining, and that he knew he could breed me.  I was learning to become submissive and had values beyond the obvious.

“Ah. Turn around, woman, so I may see these things that keep my kin in thrall.”  I turned around a full circle for him slowly.  I did not realize that the gown I had been dressed in was transparent to all other eyes except mine.  The reason for coloring my nipples and sex was so they were obvious to all present eyes.

“She had other features that keep me amused,  Father.”  I heard my Demon list my ‘values’ to him.  “She cooks well, and embroiders, and can fence a bit.  She plies her hand at writing, and her script is readable.  She is a bit of a talker, so I have muted her for your visit. She is a good harem dancer, and sings pleasingly enough.  She can fly a falcon and shoot a straight arrow, and mostly does as she is told.  You yourself, Grand Duke, know these mortal women are needing correction and training in our ways.  She is a fast learner. She amuses me enough to keep her around.”

“Do you think she will be a good breeder, Garrett my son?”

“I haven’t yet tried her on that.  I have used a camelstone, Father, because I wanted to see her develop in our ways first.  If she does as I expect, and does as I please, I should breed her in short time.”

“Your other children, Garrett.  Have any of them survived to call you father?”

“No, Abigor.  They have all died in the wars.  Their mothers were not pleasing, but convenient for the time.  This one, this woman, has more…ah…potential.”

“You know that another has made a claim on her?  Your old friend, Obadiah.”  Abigor coughed and black smoke came from his mouth.  “Would you slay Obadiah to keep her?”

“I would slay Obadiah for many other reasons, Father. And yes, I would slay him to keep this woman.  She pleases enough for me to bother.”

“The claim Obadiah has made, does it not turn you away from her?  We hear that it was particularly insulting to your stature, my son.”

“If she gave herself willingly to Obadiah, I would have killed her myself.  But she was raped, and had no defenses against him.  Therefore, she is blameless.”

“Ah, Obadiah has been known for his violence.  I believe that you suffered from his actions?”

“Yes, Father, and I don’t mean to again.”

“You know Obadiah has appealed to the same Bench of Hell?”

“I would suppose he would do so.  We both know the channels.”

“Then I will let you know my decisions in a matter of time. Continue to prepare for your battle, and draw your defenses carefully, and I will remark upon your visit here with the others.  And son, if you want this mortal woman as bad as you seem to, keep her close.  Obadiah has a lust that is legendary.  He will steal her for the pleasure of nothing.”

My Demon bowed deeply, as I hurried back to his side.  Then, putting his arm around me, he passed his hand over my eyes, and I went into the darkness again.  I did hear a faint twittering up in the trees as I supposed we passed out of the clearing and through the woods again.

I found myself in the bed, exhausted with the past whatever had happened and wondered if it was all a dream.  But the circlet of gold on my forehead bit into my skin, and I knew that something ‘real’ enough had happened.

My Demon Lover was sitting at the fire, staring into it intently, puffing on his pipe.
I called his name hoarsely, apparently my voice restored.

“So you awaken! And did you have a pleasant dream, darling?”  His eyes glittered in the firelight.

I sat up on the side of the bed.  “You are not going to try and persuade me all was a dream?  I have the rouge here to prove that something happened this night.”

“So! You remember our walk in the woods and our chance meeting with a pleasant old man?”

“Ah, Demon!  Spare me your riddles.  I remember all that happened.  When you stopped up my voice, my ears became sharper.  Apparently my memory, too.”

He looked at me, a meager grin on his face. “And what else do you remember about it?”

“Too much, Demon, to please me!  I remember you listing my attributes like a race horse, and something about breeding me.  I remember also the sounds of the woods, the laughter of demons and the lights in the trees.  They were demons, weren’t they?”

“I told you Abigor travels with an entourage.  And yes, they were not summer’s fireflies.”  He blew out a puff of smoke and grinned broadly at me.  I could tell he was pleased with his interview.

“Stopping up your mouth probably made all the difference in the outcome here.  There was definitely a danger of both of us becoming cinders.”

“But you called him ‘father’ and he called you ‘son’.  Would he have done harm to you?”

“Ah! That.  Just a politeness among devils.  He isn’t my father and I’m not his son.  It’s just a way of showing courtesy.” He puffed on his pipe.  “And yes, he could strike me down easily, and would if he fancied it.  I think he took a shine to you, though.”  He grinned and his teeth glittered in the firelight.  I thought of the fireflies.

Great.  To catch the eye of another demon.  The powers of womankind.  Mortal womankind.

“Don’t they have enough she-devils to fill their beds?”

Garrett looked at me and laughed.  “Oh no.  No, no, no.  You don’ want to bed a she- demon for long.  They sap your strength, and you wake up in the morning and she’s a hag.  No, not pleasant at all.  A mortal woman has no magic that can be used against you, especially when she is in your arms and you are inside her.”

I shivered at his words.  What a culture of deceit.  No wonder he was riddled with issues.

“Come here, darling, and let me check you for marks.  Those demons tempted you fast, but you handled it well.  Let me see if they left anything to worry about.”

I got out of bed and came before him at the fire.  He snapped his fingers and the gown disappeared.

“Gossamer stuff.  Tends to dissolve like that.  I was sure  Abigor would entertain his legion there with a snap of his fingers.”  My eyes grew wide.

“Turn around slowly, sweetwoman, and let me look at you closely.”  I noticed he put down his pipe on the floor.  Taking my arms, he pulled me between his legs, and turned me around for his inspection.  He passed his hands down my back and circled my fanny. He turned me around and pulled me close and put his head between my breasts.

“Ah, the smell of a uncharred woman.  You got lucky tonight.  We both did.”

There seems to be a time where all reason is suspended.  This was a night of it.  Actually, from the moment the four frogs hopped in the room, and covered me with frog spit,  my belief in my sanity had been put aside. It was a very confusing time for me, and my Demon Lover tries my patience sorely.  But all in all, as he said, we got lucky tonight.

Just hope I wake up tomorrow without blisters.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2006,2008

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One Response to ““Devil’s Revenge”,Chapter 17.”

  1. Anonymous Says:


    I wrote this story two years ago, and am just looking it over.  I have posted bits and pieces of it on ERWA and here, and there seems to be a little following of readers. (21st. century writer is pulled back to the 1820


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