His wickedness

Sounds of moaning and wild grunts filled the room. A man's wide back came into view as he relentlessly moved back and forth.

There was no emotion in his eyes nor gentleness in his touch. He was just a man chasing his pleasure. Once that had happened, he stood up without care and walked away from the woman.

The woman beneath him painted firefly as she tried to catch her breath. It wasnt the first time she had seen the man. He was their prince after all and was well known in hell.

Their king was away for some time and had left him in charge. Sabina was one of the many minions working for Lucifer. Like most of her fellow workers, she coveted the man's beauty and wished to be his.

It wasnt just his power that attracted them. Rather, his face and nonchalance. People tended to crave things that were almost unreachable to them.