The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

“Well, it’s been fun…” the voice said. “Actually, it’s been fucking awful. I’m going to disappear for a thousand years or more. All thanks to you, you useless cunt. She’s going to rip your soul out, and you have none to blame but yourself, you weak willed piece of shit, you’re literally offering it up to her!”

The words had an effect on Alex. His eyes widened as he stared up at Satani. She no longer seemed beautiful. Sure, she was still incredibly hot, her skin was perfect, her breasts were luscious, and his cock inside her warm and wet vagina, it still felt great. But that devotion he’d felt for her, it was gone.

He opened his mouth to protest, to say that he didn’t want to give her his soul. But instead he screamed.

It was a bloodcurdling scream.

Satani had dug her nails into his chest. She’d grabbed something inside. It wasn’t flesh, nor was it bone. Whatever it was, it clung to every fibre of his body and resisted. But Satani continued. He could feel the strength radiate from her. This raw energy, as powerful as the sun.

Satani continued to tug. Alex’s back rose off the chowki, screaming, his body shook violently. But he was unable to even dislodge her from sitting on his cock, from having it buried deep inside her.

As he thought his body would tear apart, Alex felt the thing inside him give way. Satani’s hand rose off his chest. It was gripped tightly into a fist. Something was trapped within. It was like a dense cloud of white mist. The more she pulled, the more of this mist rose out of his chest.

Alex realised belatedly that it was his soul…

She had torn it out of his body.

It had a human form. A head, a chest, arms, hands and fingers.

And a face.

A face that looked distinctly like his own. It stared at him, eyes wide and hollow, it opened its mouth as if to scream.

No sound came out.

The mist began to dissipate. The face faded away, as did the body. Satani remained seated on top of him. Despite the pain and trauma his body had just experienced, some his cock was still hard and buried deep inside her.

The devil wore a satisfied grin. “You belong to me know, Alex. Your body is mine.”

Alex didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Every muscle in his body ached. His insides felt raw, as if they’d just been burnt. Pain was shooting to his brain from every cell. It was too much. Alex closed his eyes to welcome the swirling darkness.

Chapter 10

Sunlight poured in through the large glass panel. It shone directly onto his face. Alex turned his head away as he opened his eyes. His sight bleary, he stared at the chair stuffed with clothes. Where was he? There was a beige wardrobe with a single full-length mirror to his left. Attached to the wall opposite him was a flat screen television. On his right were the extended windows through which the sun shone in.

Alex sat up suddenly, something he regretted instantly. He had the worst migraine ever. He leaned back against the headboard and stared at the room. His bedroom. He was in his bedroom, lying in his bed… Had it all just been some bizarre dream?

Chrissy and her demon boyfriend, the angel that attacked him, his dad dying, Satani and Scarlett, the voice in his head… Had none of it been real?

There was one easy way to find out.

A simple call to his dad would quickly resolve everything. If the douchebag was still alive, it was all a dream. If he was dead… was he still a douchebag?

Alex felt under his pillow. It was the spot where he usually kept his mobile phone. There was nothing there. He stared at his denim jeans resting on the chair. His favourite pair. He wore them far too much. His phone was probably in one of the pockets.

Alex kicked aside the duvet and climbed out of bed. He was about to reach for the jeans when he became aware of how naked he was, in that he was completely naked. Which was a little odd because he usually slept in boxers.

What’s more, there were five little dots on his chest. Scratch marks possibly gained when Satani pulled his soul out… It wasn’t a dream? Alex felt panic rise within him. He grabbed his jeans and squeezed the pockets. Empty.

Alex threw the jeans away in frustration. His phone was broken, wasn’t it? The screen smashed when the angel flung him into the car.

“Fuck…” Alex cursed.

It was all real. All of it. Everything, from the demon in the coffee shop, the angel that flung him like a bug, his dad dying, Satani, Scarlett… every little bit actually happened. What Alex couldn’t remember was how he ended up back here in his apartment, naked in bed?

And then Alex became aware of his nakedness. More specifically, his cock. He was naturally well endowed, close to nine inches fully erect. But now his cock in its flaccid state was almost as large.

“The fuck…” Alex murmured, his hand on his cock.

It was at that point he became aware of the blond woman standing by the door to his bedroom. Her lips parted, she stared at his manhood. It was Jessica, the very hot girl who rented his spare bedroom.

On his eighteenth birthday, the trust fund his mother had left him matured. With that money and a small loan, he was able to buy his own apartment. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it did have two bedrooms. At the time, most importantly, it meant he could move out of his dad’s.

Of all the potential flatmates that came to view the spare bedroom, Jessica stood out by a mile. She