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

demon? Yeah. I’m taking him out of here.” The demon struggled and I squeezed his throat until he gurgled. “I took over Hell, and demons aren’t allowed on Earth anymore. If you hear about any other possessions, let me know.” Then I realized they didn’t have a way to contact me, and I didn’t think asking them to pray to me would go over well. “I uh… have a Facebook page. It’s Alex Holden. You’ll recognize my photo.” I bit my lip against a laugh. It was so fucking absurd.
    The boy was breathing heavily, blinking up at us. His eyes were light brown and although he was still pale, his cheeks had a bit more color in them. “What’s going on?”
    “He should be fine now. I hope Furfur didn’t do any permanent damage.”
    With the stunned priests gaping at me, I teleported to Hell.
    Furfur was far from happy but couldn’t do much since I was still choking him. I let him go and shoved him away from me. “I’m gonna give you a break since you weren’t around when I took over.” At the edges of my vision, I saw demon eyes appear in the shadows.
    Furfur rubbed his neck and coughed. “You’re his kid.”
    “Yeah, and I killed him. Ask any of them.” I waved my hand at the demons. “Plenty of them were here to see it. Hell is mine now, and the new rule is that no one is allowed on Earth. Not to possess, not to torment, not to tempt. You will leave humans alone, understand?”
    He glared and wheezed out, “Yes.”
    “If I find out you hurt that boy, I’ll beat the shit out of you. If he’s fine, I’ll let you off with a warning. This is your one free pass.” I looked at the demons on either side of the room. “Is anyone else missing? Anyone joyriding inside a human body? You let me know.”
    They muttered among themselves, but no one came forward.
    “I get the feeling that none of you are much for loyalty, so it’s not like you’re tattling on friends. Tell me. Otherwise I’ll have to find another way to hunt them down.” I didn’t really think Furfur was the only one who’d been possessing someone. Hopefully it was a rare occurrence. “If there are any demons haunting houses, or forests, or anything else, I want to know about it. Earth is off-limits. If you love picking on people, I’ll assign you to the pedophiles or the murderers or something.” Then I thought of the demon who’d let me know about Furfur. “I’ll give a few of you special privileges to come to Earth on business. I need a few messengers, ones I can trust to stick to the rules. I know trust is a foreign concept to you, but you’ll have to learn.”
    I turned to the throne, which was gleaming white. Most of the other things in Hell were just like I expected them to be: gloomy or bright with fire, screaming souls, laughing demons, lots of jagged rock and flowing lava. This castle, too, looked like something that belonged in Hell—dark, Gothic, made of thick stone. But the throne room was bright white. It made me think of the clouds in Heaven. Then I got it; Satan had built his throne room to look like Heaven. That was the deal, after all. He’d tried to take over Heaven because he thought he deserved to be in charge. When he’d failed, he’d tried to create his own slice of Heaven in his kingdom.
    I touched the black key in my pocket. This was my realm, and I’d already changed the Swamp of Suicides, emptied the burning plain that homosexuals had been condemned to, and drained several lakes of fire. Time for Extreme Makeover: Hell Edition .
    I focused on the throne and it changed from white marble to black. I made it a bit smaller so I wouldn’t feel as awkward sitting on it, then I made the back larger and more ornate. I wasn’t quite happy with it, so I planned to search the Internet for ideas later. The dais and stairs turned black to match. That was better. I went up and sat on my new throne and considered what to do with the rest of the room. Making the whole thing black would be too dark. I made it sandy