Chapter 5: I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 5

"Oh, don't worry, Annabelle. It's not about that. And as attractive as you are, I don't want your body."

Her look told him that, as humiliating as it might be, she would prefer it to be such a simple transaction. What scared her most was his unknown request that she couldn't refuse. Perhaps a punishment for having disobeyed him, although she had no other choice. A thousand things must have been going through her head. Not knowing that soon she wouldn't have to worry about anything at all.

"Then, what is it that you want? Please, don't play with me." The woman got on her knees. "Just tell me what to do and I..."

He knew he was someone powerful now. Not only because of being the devil's son, but for having been born into a noble family. But this live demonstration of the power he had over inferior beings made his cock hard again. For a few moments, he reconsidered his decision not to have sex with her.

But he discarded that idea as quickly or even faster than the first time it had occurred to him. Placing the risks and benefits on the balance, it was clear which path he should follow with a cold mind. He didn't want to enjoy her and then have to kill her. Besides, he would prefer a woman to submit to him by her own decision, not just out of fear. The sensation of domination he craved wouldn't exist if the result had nothing to do with who he was, but what he was. The status he possessed since birth.

Forcing her to have sex with him because he was a noble young master was something the other Sam could have done too. He had the tools and time to demonstrate his superiority. He wouldn't settle for something like that.

It's not that he had problems with making her get on all fours and raping her. It's just that it would be too easy, unworthy of him.

"Look, I'll be brief because I've already made you waste enough time. I don't want you to risk yourself or do anything special for me. Just pay attention. And if you see or hear something interesting, I want to be the first one you tell. Just the first, I'm sure you have a similar deal with many of my brothers and sisters, who are always looking for a way to gain an advantage.

Nothing special, nothing you're not already doing. Okay? Simply carry on with your life, and in return, I'll reward you."

"How?"

"Well, I don't know you, you tell me what you want. Ask for it."

"I... The only thing I want... No, need, is money, my lord."

"Oh? Dad doesn't pay you well, huh?"

"Lord Wright pays his servants well, but it's not just for me." Annabelle lowered her gaze, ashamed.

"I see. I'll give you some extra money each month."

An extremely easy promise to make when she wasn't going to survive the week and, if things went well, exactly as they wanted, not even this day.

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"Why are you being so kind to me, sir?" The humble servant didn't dare to raise her gaze. Her position gave him a good view of her cleavage. On her knees, submissive, with that dress. It was even more seductive because she wasn't doing it on purpose.

"I want you to serve me because you want to, not out of fear of the consequences of saying no to someone like me. Many in my family may not understand it, but that's how you get the best servants. I have no intention of giving you the slightest reason to betray me."

Annabelle raised her gaze. She looked as if she didn't believe a word of what he had said, naturally, but she could almost understand it. He had given her a selfish and pragmatic reason. She could believe that much more easily than sudden kindness from a noble brat.

"While we're at it, you could tell me exactly why the money isn't enough. I have the feeling there's a special reason."

"My mother is sick, sir, and can't work. I send all the money I can, but it's simply not enough, too many mouths to feed."

"Sick, huh? Alright." Sam crouched down to her eye level, extending a hand to touch her chin. "I'll also get her better medical care."

Annabelle's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

"You're doing too much for me. It can't be just for that, right? If it's to convince me to enter your father's room, or whatever, whatever you wish, I'll do it. I promise I'll do it, I don't care anymore."

"It's just for that and nothing more."

Annabelle burst into tears and hugged him.

"Thank you. Thank you. I will always... Always be loyal to you.

You and no one else should be the new successor of this family."

With that, she had hit the damn nail on the head. Sam smiled maliciously.

Since she was hugging him, she couldn't see his smile, of course, but even if the woman had been in a position to do so, she wouldn't have seen any malice there. Not a trace. Human beings were very good at seeing exactly what they wanted to see, and lies were much better than the cruel reality.

"Let this stay between us, eh?"

The tearful woman nodded against his shoulder.

Good. Before dying (the details were unimportant, this was his life now), Sam had been a normal person. By which he meant that, sure, he had fantasized sometimes about killing someone. Who hasn't? Who doesn't play with those thoughts after a betrayal or enduring an asshole boss who seemed dedicated to making your life impossible? But he had never crossed the line.

He was willing to cross it, but if it were that simple, fewer murderers would be caught.

To make matters worse, he had to make it look like an accident.

This had been a ploy to find something about her life or routine that could help him in this regard. For example, if she had been an avid smoker, he could have gotten her something stronger to smoke. When she was under the effects of that, he could give her even more and let her die with everyone thinking she had suffered an overdose. Something like that would cause his immediate arrest in his world, but this world wasn't at the level where they could find his fingerprints on the corpse, with or without magic...

Probably.

Well, in any case, it had just been an idea.

Now he had a very different one in mind.

He didn't want to wait, he wanted to kill her today, demonstrate his worth to Satan and test the dark powers he had promised him. However, he could wait until she had to visit her mother. If he broke her neck and threw her somewhere, people would think she had fallen from the cart on the way to her mother's house. Or better yet, arrange a real accident.

As an added benefit, naturally, if he killed her away from the mansion, they wouldn't look for suspects nearby.

Sam perfectly understood that it wasn't convenient for him to make his acts too obvious. Since he would have to kill so many people, sooner or later it would become evident that a killer was on the loose, no matter how well he orchestrated the accidents and even if everything went perfectly.

But the longer that "nothing's happening here" phase lasted, the better.

Sam broke the hug and sweetened his smile.

"Don't worry, I'll take very good care of you."

He wondered if Satan was watching, and if he would feel proud.

He was definitely proud of himself. The power to extinguish a human life and get away with it was within his reach, he could touch it with his fingertips. That was the 'key' to the future with which he would open the door.

I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 5: END