The Devil's Beloved: An 18+ MM Romance (part five)
The moment Satan realized he'd fallen in love.
A Zwahk Muchoney Production © 2025
Zwahk here. This will be the last free chapter of The Devil’s Beloved, but don’t worry, the entire story will be available on Amazon soon. Starting next Sunday, I’ll begin a new gay erotica-themed venture on Substack: Spicy MM short story reviews.
These will be posted at least twice a month while I get to work on the next book in the Divine Temptations series. Once that story is complete, I’ll let you all know that sexy new chapters of man-on-man love are headed your way!
Hear ye, my dearest readers! In this chapter, our lovers travel to the darkest depths of the abyss. First, however, I shall recount Agatha's current attempts to overthrow my monarchical position within the apartment:
The scaly one watches my every move, hissing incessantly if I get too close. Stinksnort has finally left the safety of the cupboards. He's concluded that if Agatha had the ability to breathe fire, she would have set me ablaze by now.
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Satan awoke in Tzyeriel's arms. He’d just had the strangest dream; of what, he couldn't be sure, but he knew it had something to do with his...
Friend?
Satan thought,
Tzyeriel's so beautiful, so perfect.
He wanted to do something special for his sleeping angel, and settled on an idea. He nudged his companion awake. The Seraph smiled lazily and yawned. He gazed happily at Satan and asked,
"Mmm, what is it?" Satan, smiling broadly, answered,
"I shall be taking you to a very special part of Hell, one that has never been seen by an angel of Heaven."
Tzyeriel's eyes widened. He said,
"Y-you mean...?" Satan nodded and continued,
"We’re going down to Tartarus." Tzyeriel replied,
“You mean, the halls of the wickedest souls.” Satan elaborated,
"I will show you my collection of humans more evil than any fallen one." The horned angel got up, beckoning for the Seraph to follow. Tzyeriel, taken by a strange curiosity, decided to join him.
Satan led them down a stone path until they came upon the side of a mountain. He made a gesture in the air, causing the outlines of a hidden door to break through the rock.
They traveled down several flights of stairs. At the bottom, they were greeted by Cerberus, a giant three-headed dog. It bounded up to Satan happily and began licking his face. Satan scratched the enormous beast behind its many ears, laughing merrily.
One of the dog's heads suddenly took note of Tzyeriel. The other heads stopped licking their master, turning their full focus on the newcomer. Cerberus was prone to attack anyone it didn't recognize, and Tzyeriel carried the scent of Heaven. Satan braced himself, preparing to intervene.
But the hellhound began licking the Seraph affectionately. Tzyeriel grinned and laughed,
"Well, aren't YOU a friendly bunch?" He gave each of the heads a warm hug. He then noticed Satan staring at him in disbelief. Tzyeriel shrugged and said,
"They probably smell you on me."
As they walked through the enormous doors of Tartarus, Satan took Tzyeriel by the hand. The angel welcomed this, intertwining his fingers with Satan's in turn.
The halls of Tartarus echoed with the sounds of lamentation. The doors to the cells were closed off, save for a small area of grating one could look through if they so wished. As the angels ventured deeper into the desolate prison, Satan shared stories of the unspeakable atrocities committed by each of the inhabitants; acts so brutal, they caused the angel of Heaven to shrink back in horror time and time again.
Along the way, Tzyeriel asked questions about the various dictators and other human monsters on display. Satan knew all the details of every captive: their secret shames, their insecurities, and of the twisted ways in which they’d somehow convinced themselves their crimes against humanity were justified.
After a while, Tzyeriel murmured,
“How could they have done all those things in life and still thought they were righteous?” Satan frowned and stated,
“They lied to themselves so often they came to believe their lies to be truth. I’ve found the best approach in dealing with these souls is to leave them alone, locked up forever with their own illusions. After a time, even the most stubborn of the lot have no choice but to see the truth of who they are. For sinners such as these, that is the very worst form of torment.”
Tzyeriel paused, and asked,
“Why did you follow Lucifer during the war?” Satan stopped, looking down in shame. After a moment, he said,
“Because I deceived myself. I told myself I wished to bring freedom to the angels of Heaven, but all I really wanted was to indulge my own desires.”
Tzyeriel felt Satan’s discomfort. He cradled the horned angel’s cheek, guiding him to meet his gaze, and whispered,
“But you’re honest with yourself now. Are you still so sinful?”
Satan felt the release of a heavy weight upon his heart. He embraced Tzyeriel, who held him in turn.
“I have been so very wicked. Please forgive me, son of Heaven.”
Tzyeriel drew him close, kissing him. Satan’s shoulders started shaking. All the horror of what he’d become came out in a sudden gush of mournful tears. The Seraph comforted him, saying,
“It’s alright to cry. You’ve been alone for so long.”
It had been thousands of years since Satan had allowed himself to feel, but Tzyeriel’s light felt like the rays of the sun shining down upon his soul.
When he’d shed enough tears, Tzyeriel gave him one more gentle kiss, and they made their way back. The angels exited the metal gates, giving Cerebus a final goodbye pat on each head as they went.
Satan wondered whether what he was now feeling for Tzyeriel was love. After some consideration, he decided it was true, that in spite of himself, he had fallen for the angel of Heaven. But then, a sudden fear crept into the corners of his mind. He wondered,
What if he doesn't love me back? If Tzyeriel leaves me, or is taken away by Heaven, how will I ever hope to rule Hell, now that I’ve regained my heart?
Tzyeriel sensed something was bothering Satan, so the angel turned to him and said,
"I've heard there's a beautiful ocean down here. Perhaps you could take me there?"
Satan knew he had to get back to his post. The lords of Hell would start fighting amongst themselves if he didn't maintain order, but he simply couldn't tear himself away from his angel.
So much was at stake, but when he looked into Tzyeriel’s eyes, he could think of nothing save the love that had awaken within him. He smiled, and walked on with his beloved, leaving his throne behind forever.
***
An hour ago, I was down in the basement, negotiating with the laundry spirits who keep gobbling up my socks, when I ran into Rad Zazzy, the eccentric fellow who lives down the hall. He was standing in the doorway, smelling strongly of incense, when he overheard me discussing my Agatha issues with the unseen sock eaters.
Rad Zazzy called out to me, and after we engaged in a light smattering of congenial banter, said something to the effect of,
“Leave the lady alone; she's got issues, man. Maybe someone who looks like you gave her a hard time when she was a kid. Just let it go."
I would have pointed out that the chances of her being mistreated by another goblin king were astronomically low, but decided to let it be, returning to the matter of my socks.