Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 1: Tasting Fire and Light

Blood tastes sweet when it’s fresh. Copper, wine, and something else—power, maybe. I licked it from my lips as I crouched over the twitching body of the priest I’d just fucked and killed. His holy robes were soaked in cum and gore, a torn Bible strewn beside us like a bad joke. His last words weren’t prayers—they were moans.

My name is Seraphine, and I’m the whore of the war between Heaven and Hell.

I was born in the shadows between angel and demon, touched by both, owned by neither. My skin burns under holy light, yet I crave it. My blood sings when demons whisper their filth into my ears. I live in a city that forgot how to be pure—a corrupted jewel named Aetherion. Neon crosses flicker above strip clubs. Cathedrals have confessionals that double as kink booths. The war hides in plain sight.

I survive by selling two things: violence and sex.

And I’m the best at both.

Tonight, I’d gotten paid to seduce a priest who secretly worshiped a demon named Varnak. I fucked him on the altar, riding his cock while I whispered prayers in reverse Latin. He begged for salvation between thrusts. I gave him release—with a blade to the throat.

His cum was still dripping down my thighs when I stepped out of the cathedral.

Rain hit my skin like cold razors. My trench coat clung to my naked, blood-slick body underneath. No panties. No bra. I didn’t need armor—just appetite.

I lit a cigarette as I walked, high heels clacking through broken streets. A gang of thugs—half-human, half-demon—watched me with glowing eyes from a dark alley. One licked his lips.

“Wanna play, little angel?” he growled.

I smiled. “Only if you like pain.”

I didn’t wait for them to make a move.

I wanted to be fucked. But first, I needed to break them.

The first came at me hard, swinging a chain. I ducked, grabbed his crotch mid-motion, twisted—pop. He screamed. I laughed. Another grabbed my arms from behind, trying to restrain me. I ground my ass against his bulge and bit his neck hard enough to make him bleed. He groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure.

They weren’t strong enough.

I dropped to my knees, yanked open a zipper, and took two cocks in my mouth before they even knew what was happening. My tongue worked like a blade—fast, deadly, skilled. I let them think they were in control, that their dicks were gods I was worshiping.

Then I turned the tables.

I shoved one to the wall, spun around, and bent over. “Fuck me,” I growled. “Hard.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His cock slammed into my pussy, stretching me open. I screamed, not from pain—but from how fucking good it felt. Another forced himself into my mouth, while a third fingered my ass, making me wetter, hungrier, darker.

I took them all.

Their moans became a chorus. My body became a battleground. Cum filled me like baptismal fluid. They tried to claim me, to mark me as theirs.

Too bad they didn’t know who I really was.

With one final scream, I clenched—hard. My muscles crushed the cock inside me, and the demon screamed as his body burst into flame. I stood, cum dripping from my mouth, fire in my eyes. The others tried to run.

I didn’t let them.

I fucked them, killed them, and walked away with blood on my tongue and cum on my thighs.

And as I walked, I felt the heat of his gaze.

Lucien.

Half-angel, half-demon. My rival. My obsession. The only one who’s ever made me beg.

He stepped out of the shadows, his wings half-spread, eyes glowing silver.

“Still playing rough, Seraphine?” he said.

I smiled, licking blood from my fingers. “Always.”

“Then I suppose it’s my turn again.”