Lord of Hell (Alex Holden) Read Online Free Page A

almost black, with a little pointed tail flicking behind him. “I’m sorry, my lord, but some magic prevents me from entering your home.”
    I still had the spell scrolls up to keep demons out. “What are you doing here? I told you no one is allowed on Earth.”
    He bowed low. “That’s why I’m here, my lord. Furfur has been on Earth since before…” He shifted his feet. “He hasn’t returned.”
    “Uh, what? Furfur? What the hell is that?”
    “That is his name, my lord.”
    I couldn’t help laughing. “Furfur? Seriously?” I imagined a giant hairball rolling around like a tumbleweed.
    The demon cocked his head. “I don’t understand why that is amusing, my lord. I thought you would be angry.”
    I took a breath. No matter how stupid his name was, he was running around Earth and doing who knew what. “Where is he?” I also wondered why the demon was telling me this now. Maybe since killing Beelzebub, it had finally sunk in that I wasn’t as weak as they thought. Maybe this guy was thinking he could get on my good side by tattling. Ugh, demons were definitely not the kind of company I wanted to keep.
    “A small town in some land called Pennsylvania. He’s possessing a boy there.”
    “Demon possession? For real?” I was both pissed and oddly amused. “Can you take me to him?”
    He bowed again. “Yes, my lord.”
    I had him take me to the house. We showed up outside and I saw the evil hovering over it, purple-black like a mist or an aura. I felt Furfur, too, on the second floor. “Go back to Hell; I’ll take care of this.” I made sure he disappeared before I locked on to Furfur and teleported into the house.
    I showed up in a scene straight out of The Exorcist . A boy was strapped down to the bed, face pale and eyes unnaturally black, howling and shouting insults at the two priests. The room smelled like a dirty bathroom.
    I was behind them, so they didn’t notice me at first. One priest was up close, chanting Latin and throwing holy water on the boy. The other priest, the younger one, was near the foot of the bed, holding a huge crucifix toward the possessed boy. I could see the demon inside him, like a transparent double image. He was having a hell of a good time, sharp teeth spread in a wide grin.
    I took all this in with a glance, saw it in maybe three seconds. Then Furfur looked at me and his grin faded. “Who are you?” he said, using the boy’s mouth.
    I guess since he’d missed the big event, he hadn’t heard about me taking over. “I’m Alex, your new master.”
    The priests spun around. The younger one almost fell on the bed. “What are you doing in here?”
    “We need to focus. This is a dangerous ritual. Please wait outside,” the older one said.
    “It’s okay. I’ll take care of this for you.” I went around to the far side of the bed.
    The demon hissed. “I have no master. I am Satan.”
    “No you’re not. Satan’s dead. I’m in charge of Hell now, and that means you answer to me.” I leaned closer. “Get out.”
    The demon growled and shook the bed. “No! This boy is mine. Leave here before I teach you a lesson.”
    “This child is deluded. Get him out of here,” the older priest said.
    The younger priest reached for me and I shrugged out of his grip. “Give me a sec.”
    The demon laughed. “Yes, let him try. I will show him my true power.”
    “You wanna play rough, huh?” I reached toward the boy’s chest as both priests protested. Taking hold of the demon, I yanked him out of the human. He yowled as I lifted him and set him down next to me. He was purple-black like the stain of evil over the house, with black eyes and thick, curling horns. He was powerful enough to possess, but not nearly as strong as Beelzebub. If he wanted to keep challenging me, I’d be happy to kick his ass. I wrapped my other hand around his neck. “Humans are off-limits from now on.”
    I looked over at the stunned priests.
    “Is that…?” the young one asked.
    “The