Pairing: For this chapter, it's a surpise. jk. It's a harem so probably all of them.
Summary: Only two things are known of the head of the most notorious and oldest Mafia clan. One, they grant favors to any soul brave and desperate enough for a price that was not known. Two, they are known only as Hades. What is your deepest desire? Are you ready to make a deal with the devil?
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Heavy petting, bad decision making, language, compulsion, demon themes and descriptions of violence, polyamorous relationships, reverse harem dynamics, zero shits given to canon
Word Count: 3.2k (One Shot)
A/N: Welcome to the intro to a new harem. lol. I'm so happy I got this piece out of my head. It's been rattling in there for a fair bit. This is just the intro to this whole AU. The rest of the stories will be correlated one shots. I recommend you read all of it, but it's not necessary.
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The room screamed opulence. The walls and the high ceiling in matte grey was textured with intricately designed crown molding and the floor was a black marble that was so polished that you could mistake it for a mirror, enveloping the space in a subdued hue. The furniture was a tasteful mix of modern design with classic indulgent materials in muted tones with fluffy cream carpets scattered around to break the monotony. Classic artwork decorated the walls in frames of gold.
One would think that the design would make the room feel cold and dark, but the chandeliers glistening with gold and crystals danced with the light of the flames from the fire pit at the center of the room and the moonlight shining clearly through the floor to ceiling windows on one side of the room. The entire scene painted an air of mystery and was entirely appropriate for who supposedly owned the ridiculously sized compound.
Hades.
Known only to the public as Hades, very little was known of the head of the most powerful and notorious Mafia clan. It is said that the name is more a title than an actual name and was passed on to the next heir. It is said that the family had their hands in almost every industry and that their influence had no conceivable bounds. Many rumors were floating around with no one truly knowing which were true, but everyone was careful not to cross them. One thing known for sure was a special service that they offered.
A favor.
It is known that Hades grants favors for those who dare ask, for those who dare to be indebted to this clan shrouded in secrecy. Many have admitted that they have asked for Hades’ favor; famous musicians and celebrities, politicians, global conglomerate CEOs, even everyday people. However, not a single soul has revealed what was asked for in return.
What was the price?
It was for this favor that a man was sitting nervously in this room, repeatedly running his sweaty palms over his thighs. His knees bounced and he kept fiddling with the collar of his dress shirt, feeling like it was too tight and hot around his neck. They say that you should never owe a debt to the Mafia unless you were desperate, but that was exactly what he was. He was desperate. He needed this favor.
The heavy doors of the room flung open and the man shot to his feet at the loud sound. Through them a tall man sauntered in with the cocky arrogance that came with wealth and privilege, his black suit was pressed and tailor fit to exact specifications. His hair was carefully brushed up and away, giving emphasis to his sharp bone structure and his rough beard adding a dangerous edge to his piercing black eyes.
He completely ignored the other man as he crossed the room and threw himself on the suspended sofa, held up with several thick chains that were attached to the ceiling and serving as a major centerpiece for the room. The guest frowned in confusion, unsure of what he should say or do now.
“Hades? Sir?” he said hesitantly.
He was answered with a low dark chuckle, the smirk he threw making the corner of his eyes crinkle slightly. “I’m not Hades, pal. Name’s Billy or Mammon if you wanna get formal with it.”
“Get your ass off my seat, Russo.”
The guest turned on his feet and instinctively took a step back at the commanding presence that just entered the room. Your voice was silvery and sultry, almost with a melodic quality to it but with a clear ring of authority. You came into the room barefoot but with the way you were walking you may as well have been wearing platform heels with how tall you carried yourself.
Your intimidating presence was by no means diminished by the almost sheer black nightgown you wore that barely reached your thighs, the lace and silk strategically covering you and encouraging the imagination. Your open black kimono patterned with florals and koi fish flowed around you with each step you took. Three large Doberman Pinschers flanked your sides and obediently trailed after you.
Billy snickered as he stood, exaggerating his movements as he gestured for you to take your seat. The guest watched as you settled onto the seat, the dogs naturally finding their place by your feet. You crossed your legs in front of you, your elbow perched on your knee as you rested your chin on your hand. You observed your guest with interest, a chilling smile slowly lifting your lips as you regarded him. From the guest’s point of view, he could now clearly see what that seat actually was.
A throne.
“Hello, Andy Barber. What brings you to my home at this hour?”
Andy was shocked for a moment that you already knew his name and a surprising thrill ran down his spine with how it sounded coming from your lips. He had this urge to want to hear you say it again. He shook his head and pulled his thoughts together, his purpose for coming taking precedence over his nerves.
“I come to ask a favor, Hades.”
You hummed, tilted your head to the side, and tapped your bottom lip with a manicured finger. “And what is this favor?”
“I want a fresh start,” he swallowed, his eyes averting as he felt shame suddenly wash over him. “Everything that I worked to have in my life has gone up in flames. My family. My reputation. I want a second chance.”
You giggled, softly and full of amusement. Andy would have been insulted if your mere presence didn’t completely terrify him. “That’s not what you want, darling. Not really.”
He shook his head and tried to calm himself. “I don’t understand.”
You smirked as you got up from your seat. His eyes followed every movement that you made from the silent padding of your feet to the seductive sway of your hips, totally transfixed by you.
“You’ve built your whole life into something you’ve always envisioned it to be. Into something more than the bad hand life had presented you with. Something better.”
You were directly in front of him now, close enough for him to smell the intoxicating scent from your perfume. You easily held his gaze and you smiled wider as you felt the small shudder from him when you placed a hand on his broad chest.
“Something you can be proud of.”
There was no resistance when you pushed him down, seating him once again on the sofa. His eyes only widened when you gracefully perched yourself on his lap, fully straddling him and leaning in until your faces were inches from each other. He made no protest even as conflicting emotions ran through him with how much more skin was revealed as your nightie lifted on your thighs and your kimono slipped from your shoulders. The devilish glint in your eyes captivated him.
“You take great pride in defying the odds, Mr. Barber. As you should. I would think you would want more than to just start over after losing this much,” you said as you ran the tip of your finger along his bottom lip, your gaze following the slow movement. Your eyes suddenly snapped back to his and they swam with an unnerving type of power. “So tell me, darling. What is your deepest desire?”
Andy’s mind warred with itself. Several thoughts ran through his head, most prominent was that you already knew exactly who he was even before he opened his mouth. Not just his name. You already knew his entire story. The more he held your arresting gaze, the more he was sucked into this compulsion to tell you anything you wanted to know.
“Revenge,” he finally admitted, immediately feeling lighter. “I want revenge.”
You grinned in satisfaction and rolled your hips down to grind against his prominent erection. Vaguely he registered a dampness and you most definitely were not wearing any panties. It took every ounce of control he had not to moan out loud, but you heard the catch of his breath. He froze when you left a soft peck on his lips.
“Good. I value honesty in my house.”
“Will you really be able to give me revenge?” he said, his throat suddenly feeling tight. He didn’t expect to feel such a relief at the admission nor the tinge of excitement at the prospect.
“That and more, darling. Anything for you.”
“What are the terms? What do I have to pay?”
The lawyer in him was showing and you had to admit that you liked the sudden switch to his more business-like persona. You ran your hands across his chest, feeling how the muscles tensed before relaxing again beneath your touch. You made sure not to break eye contact as you took his hand to guide it across your body. You rested it around your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts, across a hardening nipple, grazing the curve of your hips, caressing the skin of your thighs, and finally cupping your wet sex. He gasped and his eyes widened.
“Body,” you whispered, holding his gaze. “And soul.”
Andy struggled with the confusion he felt and the raging arousal that you had caused in him. You were so beautiful, so desirable. His eyes flicked momentarily to the other man in the room, but he looked decidedly unbothered at how you were encouraging him to grope you.
“I don’t understand.”
You smirked and pressed your lips softly on his cheek before you stood. Andy was embarrassed at how his body instinctively leaned toward you, following you and willing you to come back because the feel of your body was just too good. You sat back down on your special seat, scratching the head of one of the dogs.
“You sign the contract with your body. You get what you want,” you said, swiping your tongue across your lips. “And at my pleasure, you pay it with your soul.”
Andy shook his head, his lip forming a frown. “This makes no sense.”
“You came to seek a favor from Hades, did you not?” you chuckled. He nodded. “I am Hades, darling.”
He was about to repeat himself when a loud roar of thunder accompanied by a strike of lighting by the large windows stopped him. In that split second, what was revealed to him was a truth that he could hardly grasp. He looked closer, unable to accept what was right in front of his eyes.
Everything had transformed around him. The room seemed far more sinister and darker now, the air feeling more dense as well. Billy, who was standing leaning against the wall, now looked far more menacing with his pitch black eyes, black horns protruding from his head and swooping back, and black wings with a rich red undertone as if they were splashed with blood. His sly smirk revealed sharp canines, adding a clear warning of danger to an otherwise very pretty man.
A fallen angel.
A demon prince.
Andy was suddenly reminded of what he had learned in school about myths and legends, about fallen angels and demons that served the Underworld. One more such creature was before him, towering behind it’s master with its mouths in a snarl and a threatening growl deep in it’s chest. The three obedient Dobbermans were already intimidating, but in their true form they would make even the bravest of heroes cower.
Cerberus.
And you? You were the most imposing one of all. Your throne had somehow become grander, more deserving of your true power. A dark plume of smoke surrounded you, shrouded you like a lover. Your horns elegantly curled around your head, blending with the crown of gold and jewels that sparkled with each movement. Your wings were much larger than Billy’s, curling slightly inward almost like a protective shield in a color and design that he could only describe as a starry night sky. Your eyes were a glassy pure white with a soft ethereal glow behind them, a disturbing contrast from your overall dark image.
You are Hades.
It was literal. It was not just a moniker. It was not just a title for the head of the mafia. The mafia was just a cover, a way for you to seamlessly blend into the human world without arousing too much suspicion. You are Hades. God of the Underworld. Owner of all the riches beneath the Earth’s surface. Ruler of demons and dark creatures. Lord of the dead. Judge of the living.
“So, Mr. Barber, are you ready to sign the contract?”
Andy swallowed the lump in his throat and made a conscious effort to relax his hands that had curled into fists without him noticing. His back was ramrod straight and all the hairs on his body were standing on end. He looked at you as he considered his options. You were so frighteningly powerful and yet so beautiful. So alluring. Absolutely enchanting.
And he needed this favor.
“Yes,” he said, his voice wavering just the slightest bit at the end. “I’ll sign the contract.”
You smiled widely at him and licked your lips slowly. With a dismissive wave of your hand, the scene in front of Andy returned to normal leaving only the crown on your head as proof that it was all real. You rose to your feet and made your way to the door, the dogs and Billy trailing behind you. You turned back to Andy right before you slipped out of the room.
“Someone will come to show you to your quarters,” you grinned, a sharp canine peeking out from the corner. “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Barber.”
Billy snickered once you were all out in the hallway and walking toward the larger library and lounge in the massive mansion. You raised an eyebrow at him and your lips lifted slightly.
“Oh don’t laugh, Russo. You were in far worse shape when we first met.”
“Drysdale still holds the title for the worst though,” he chuckled as he pulled open the large heavy doors and gestured for you to enter first.
You cupped his face with your hand and smiled at your prince. He turned his head to press a kiss on the inside of your wrist, biting it lightly before winking at you. He tugged you closer to him, running his lips teasingly against the column of your neck. You giggled and tutted at him to behave himself.
“My Queen.”
The low gritty rumble of the voice that greeted you sent excited shivers up your spine. It was not often that you had all your princes together. Ruling the Underworld and running a Mafia kept all of you busy. Your eyes met the vivid green of Dean Winchester’s and you were automatically drawn to him.
“Beelzebub,” you sighed as you pressed your body flush against his, your hands reaching up to run through his short dark blonde hair. His mouth came down on yours in a hard kiss. Hungry. Craving. He pressed his forehead to yours afterwards and grinned down at you as his hands pulled at your waist.
“I missed you, baby girl,” he growled, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip.
“I missed you too, handsome.”
You peeked around him and saw the lanky slightly hunched figure topped with messy brown curls staring longingly at you. You stepped away from Dean and made your way to Spencer Reid who’s eyes were now trying very hard not to meet yours. He rocked nervously on his heels, looking every bit like a frightened deer about to bolt. You held his face in both your hands and gently coaxed him to look at you.
“Hi, pretty boy. My sweet Leviathan.”
All at once the tension left his body and he sagged against you, draping himself over you in a tight embrace and burying his face in your neck. He breathed in your scent deeply and his hands clutched at you to bring you closer. You scratched his head with one hand while the other ran soothingly up and down his back, a silent reassurance of your presence.
It took a while for him to let you go, the rest of the princes allowing this since he was the youngest. It was an unspoken rule to be more lenient with the baby of the group. He pouted at you as you stepped away but you smiled at him, a promise that you would return.
Nearest to you now was Ransom Drysdale, lounging back comfortably on a leather back chair and munching on his favorite biscuits as he grinned smugly at you. You pulled him by the back of his head to tilt his head upwards and dipped your head down to grab the biscuit from between his lips. He chuckled as you pulled away, snatching a quick peck on your lips before you fully retreated. His hands were reaching up to grab your ass, but you swatted them away.
“Belphegor,” you warned. Spencer was the youngest but Ransom was the brattiest of the princes.
“I’ll catch you later, kitten,” he laughed.
You shook your head as you finally met with your last two princes. Steve Rogers took your hand and pressed his lips gently on the back of it before he pulled you closer to him. He held you like you were precious to him and he kissed your cheek like he was afraid he would break you. Your body relaxed beneath his touch, knowing instinctively by now that you could always lean on him. That he could carry some of the burden from you. That you could depend on him.
“Hello, Captain,” you whispered against his skin, his beard scratching you deliciously. “Welcome back, my darling Satan.”
“Feels good to be home,” he mumbled against your hair. “Bucky’s been on edge.”
“Is that so?” you said as you pulled away to look at the man clad in all black leather and metal who stood to the side. “Is that right, Soldat?”
The normally steely blue eyes of the Winter Soldier softened as they met yours before they narrowed again as he charged at you, unceremoniously lifting you into his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist. He brought you with him as he sat down on the plush sofa, burying his head promptly in the warmth of your breasts. You giggled as you ran a hand through his long dark hair and heard him purr against your skin.
“I missed you too, Asmodeus.”
“Why did you summon all of us, sweetheart?” Steve asked.
You turned to face them as much as Bucky’s death grip on you would allow, your small nightie riding up further to provide an enticing peek at your bare ass that had more than one prince groaning under their breath. Your smile was wild and excited, full of mischief and unrestrained glee.
“You’ll be welcoming a new brother soon,” you giggled. “I’ve found the last prince.”
You bit your lip and tipped your head back as Bucky moved to suck on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. His hands palmed at your rear, pulling you closer to his obvious erection. Before he could completely take your attention, you said one last thing to your captive audience.
Well with the redo of Mar I decided to give him some older and younger cousins this is 4 out of the 8 and my brain has turned into jelly
Form oldest to youngest
Tory ( not the oldest out of them all that goes to Lucifers twin son and daughter and is the tallest as she is bending down)
Sammy (is half human because her mother is human and that's why she doesn't have that many demonic features her the others don't bully her because means she won't bake them nice food)
Ginny (absolutely hates Mar Making fun of her size she can't help it if her mum was a small sea scorpion)
Mar (shocking right his mother was known as the tall lady more on that when I have had a lay down)
“Damn,” Mehrdir moaned, getting thrown into a painting that was far heavier than he imagined.
Abaddon was a feared demon in every domain and even if Mehrdir was the highest level in Hell, Abaddon was completely above everyone else with the title of Lucifer’s favorite. Of course, back in the day, Mehrdir was Mammon’s favorite and had been gifted with power that he never used because shortly after…
The leftover had no idea what he was facing. Zoe’s eyes were dark and empty, her face was blank but he could see how angry she was by the way her body was twitching. Since her control was turned off, her fingers and legs were twitching spontaneously.
“You have succumbed to Lucifer.” He spoke normally yet his voice sent vibrations through the whole room. Besides, he was speaking in Hebrew and only…
