**TRIGGER WARNING!!! Sexual Violence** I heard footsteps heading towards our cell. I stood and moved to the bars expecting to see Lazarus, only it was the pastor's face that came into view. Behind him stood his two goons. When I saw him, I backed away. He had a creepy smile on his face as he looked at me, sending chills down my spine. “What do you want?” I spat at him as he moved to the cell door. “I want to speak to you alone.” He replied simply as he took out the keys and unlocked the door. “I don’t fucken think so.” I retorted as a feeling of ill intent washed over me. "You are my prisoner and you have no choice," he smirked as the two goons moved to enter the cell, coming towards me. Abigail jumped in front of me to protect me. “Move, witch!” the pastor yelled as one goon shoved her and she fell, hitting her head on the floor, knocking her out. Cornered, I tried to fight them off, I slapped the one man, causing his lip to bleed as the other went to grab me. I ducked under his
Anger flooded me, how dare he touch her, she did not belong to him. She was mine. After fighting every instinct, I had to place her back in that cell. I turned and went right back to the room. When I walked in, Pastor Gideon was sitting at his desk, flipping through a book. It took everything in me not to kill the asshole on the spot. “Samuel, you’re back?” He questioned as he put the book down. His nose bruising badly. A small sense of satisfaction filled me knowing that she had injured this asshole of a man. “Yes, I want to speak with you.” I declared, as he looked at me cautiously. “What is up, dear boy?” He smiled at me like nothing had happened, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “You had no right to attack her like that.” “She is my prisoner. I can do what I want with her.” He retorted, becoming angry himself. "You should not have interfered. Now she will go to waste." I jumped up and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him off the floor, “touch her again and I will pers
Abigail and I tried to rest, but with the upcoming execution and the events of the previous day, we were unable to. As time ticked by, my anxiety amplified, Lazarus did his best to distract me, but my mind kept wandering to what would be coming. Abigail put on a brave face, but she sat in the corner visibly shaking in fear, what was one supposed to do when they were waiting for death? I was in disbelief at how messed up things had gotten. Mere weeks ago, I was in 2022, working a full-time job, visiting with friends and, in my free time, reading and living a carefree life, all to be turned upside down by one selfish demon. How could he do this to me? He had said he wanted me and where was he? I hadn’t seen him since we were arrested, yet Lazarus was here guarding my cell from the pastor and his sick desires. Hell, he had saved me mere hours ago from being taken advantage of. I hugged my knees to my chest and leaned my back against the wall as tears streamed down my face. Abigail mov
My flames dispersed I was standing behind the crowd facing the platform. My heart hammering in my chest when I saw Amaya swinging by her neck, her feet flailing as she tried to breathe but couldn’t. In a flash I was on the platform, I grabbed her swinging form as panic ripped through me. My heart beating a mile a minute, I carefully removed the rope from her neck and uncovered her face before untying her hands. “Please don’t let me be too late.” I begged to myself as I felt for a pulse. Why had she summoned me so late? She choked in a breath and relief washed through me, her eyes darting around trying to focus, “Save Abigail!” she whispered. “I will save Abigail, but in return, you need to make that deal.” I responded, trying to keep my composure, I would help her anyway, but I needed her bound to me to protect her in hell. "Do you agree to the deal, her life and in return you are bound to me?" “Deal.” she whispered as she lost consciousness. I saw Lazarus was standing behind the
My head pounding, I opened my eyes, looking around. I was back in my room. Was it all just a horrible dream? I stood and walked over to my dresser, looking at my reflection, a dark bruise lined my neck. I touched it and flinched. Frowning, I tried to remember what had happened. Cringing, I remembered being pushed from the platform and crying as I struggled to breathe slowly, suffocating. I vaguely recalled someone grabbing me and removing the bag and ropes from my neck and hands. I had never been so terrified. Who was it? I struggled to remember what had happened, seeing glimpses in my memory, but the more I focused, the more they slipped away. I looked in the mirror again; I looked awful, grubby and dirty from being in the cell. I had a black eye and my lip was split. A dark bruise lined my neck. My eyes zeroed in on a necklace that was around my neck. Feeling the power emanating from it, I picked up the gem from my neck to inspect it. The necklace had a red ruby on a simple gold
After making sure Amaya was ok, I went to track down Hellebore. She had almost cost me my fated mate, and I was furious, not to mention Sin was the one to save her because the damn vow compelled me not too. If she chose Sin because of this, I would never forgive her. I headed down the hallway, ignoring the members of the court when they asked where my fated mate was, and headed to my mother's quarters. I knocked before entering, finding her talking to her guards. She dismissed them and turned to me. “How dare you show your face here!” She yelled at me as she walked closer to me. “You made a vow to me and promised you would make sure Abigail died and yet she still lives and is, in fact, now in hell.” “I can not help that Sin intervened now, can I?” I spat back at her. “Not to mention Amaya almost died because of you!” “I don’t think you perceive the threat those two women have to us.” She sneered. "They could ruin everything. “I would if you let me in on the bloody plan.” “She c
When I opened the door to the hallway, I couldn’t believe my eyes, A large window was across from me, and the sky was lime green and demonic dragons were flying around. I walked to the window to get a better view of outside. The grass and trees were varying shades of purple and the trunks and bark were black, I could see rivers of pink water and lava across the open expanse. “What do you think?” Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turned to face a well-built man wearing a black button-down shirt and black jeans. His eyes were a piercing green that swirled in different shades, his dark hair was cut short and his face clean shaven, he was very attractive and looked a little like Lazarus. I hadn’t noticed before with Sin and Lazarus, but they had similar traits as Rook. Two horns protruded from his head but instead of the devil horns, I always pictured they were skinnier, curving close to his head, almost reminding me of a crown. “It’s beautiful,” I mumbled, motioning out the window. “I’
I went to follow Amaya, but Abigail stopped me, pulling me back, “let her have some space. She feels betrayed by all of us. Some fresh air will do her some good.” She had a point so annoyed I sat back down and looked at my brothers. “Why did you defend me with her?” Lazarus asked suspiciously. I shrugged, “I am not a dishonest person, and she doesn’t need more tricks, besides it is the truth. Your mother is a piece of work. Just wish we knew what the fuck she was.” “You and me both.” Rook commented. “I was actually on my way to find you. My guards have been following her trying to find out what her end game is. She is surprisingly secretive.” “What did they find out?” I asked, curious, hoping for some good news, I was also surprised he was willing to share the information.. “She is after something and is trying to find it in the Envy gate.” “You mean the one Amaya was just drawn to?” Rook frowned. "Drawn too?" Lazarus asked. "She went into some kind of trance and ended up in
I was in shock, how the hell had history repeated itself, again I stood in a place I was unfamiliar with a creature that claimed I was his fated mate and belonged to him, and now I had an inconvenient passenger in my body. The Goddess Hekate had moved in and made herself at home. I pushed away from him, “what gives you the right to take me away from them?” He looked down at me with angry eyes. “I have every right to take what is mine, and you are mine.” “I am no one's property!” I yelled at him as my anger and frustration consumed me. I felt the goddess's power bubbling beneath the surface, amplifying my own as my surrounding began to shake and move. “Take me back.” “You think you can order me around,” He asked with a laugh, walking towards me.” “I am not asking. I am telling.” “Sorry, but no, I will not return to my prison in hell, and I don’t think you have the power to force me.” “The ring.” I heard an unfamiliar voice hiss in my head. I looked at my father's ring on my hand
“Your Satan, are you not?” Lazarus questioned. “I am, and you are standing between me and my fated mate. So, move.” Annoyed, he flicked his wrist and sent Lazarus flying. “Again, she is not your fated mate. She is mine and my brothers.” I pointed out, not believing I had actually admitted she belonged to Lazarus as well. He made his way towards us, “move out of my way.” He ordered. “We won’t let you near her, you will not leave this cave.” Lazarus snapped. He laughed in response it was deep mocking laugh that made my skin crawl. “You two demon spawn can try; you have no idea who you are messing with.” “I am afraid they have a point.” The goddess said, stepping out from behind us. “We can’t let you leave and cause chaos in the different planes.” He walked up to her and touched her face, “What is your name?” “My name is Hekate, but this body is Amaya.” “Do you really plan to stand between me and what’s mine?” “I highly doubt you would be willing to kill your fated mate.” She c
I followed Amaya into the darkness of the cave, my mind still reeling from the fight with Hellebore. I had never actually witnessed her use a weapon before and her transforming parts of her body at will was a little unnerving. Amaya’s reaction to Abigail’s death would haunt me forever. I wish I could have saved her from that pain. Personally, I liked Abigail and considered her my friend. I would miss her more than I cared to admit. “Can you see where we are going?” I asked Amaya, but the goddess is who answered. She looked at me with her eerie eyes, which seemed to stand out against the darkness, “I can see in the dark.” She replied, “besides I only need to follow Hellebores thread." “Her thread?” “Every living thing has one, it is one of Amaya’s abilities. I must say, it is quite handy.” “I have never been able to have a conversation with you before, now that we can, it feels weird.” I frowned. “I suppose it would be, I have never been in a host that was able to support my abil
I felt frozen in place, “Lazarus, kill her now, or else!” Hellebore threatened, barely controlling her anger.I pulled out my sword and moved towards Abigail, Amaya moved to stand in front of her.“Lazarus, you don’t have to do this.” She told me the look on her face was enough to break me.“Do it, or you will die in her place.” Hellebore hissed from behind me as followed me. How I hated my mother for everything, because of her, I have always been alone, even segregated from my own brothers.Angry, I turned and plunged the sword into Hellebore’s stomach, her eyes widened then she shook her head with a look of disgust on her face.I released the sword and backed away from her, waiting for the binding spell to take effect, but it didn’t I looked down at my hands confused, how was I still alive?“You, stupid, stupid boy.” She yelled at me as she removed the sword from her stomach. Surprisingly, no blood fell and there wasn’t a mark left on her skin at all. She threw my sword to the groun
I followed the skeleton arms up the mountain, with the others following behind.“What do you see?” Sin asked.“There was a symbol on the stone back there. When I placed my hand on it, a bunch of skeleton arms popped up from the ground, pointing in this direction.” I explained.Sin frowned. “I can’t see anything, just an ordinary mountain trail.”“I can see it fine, not sure why, though.” I replied honestly.Abigail, Magma and I followed until we reached a river that cut through the mountain. Its pink water was steaming.“How do we get across?” I asked, debating if I should touch the water. “The trial picks up again on the other side.”Sin waded into the water; it wasn’t very deep. “The necklace I gave you should protect you, but I rather not risk it.” He frowned.“It doesn’t look too bad.” I pointed out, debating if I should test out the necklace.“I’ll carry you across.” He told me.A little leery I let him pick me up he walked across and me down on the shore and turned to head back
“Cana, we have to get that vial, Maybe Abigail and I can break whatever hold it has on him.”"I will find a way to get it. Keep a close watch on Abigail. I passed the information on to Chusi, so she is aware of what is going on."“Thank you, Cana.”Cana jumped into the air and flew off.I walked over to Sin and shook his shoulder. “Sin, wake up.”He grumbled but slowly open his eyes, “What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw my face.“Hellebore is controlling Lazarus with a vial of blood.”“Vial of blood?” he asked, sitting up, “blood magic is forbidden in hell, has been for hundreds of years."“You know what it is?” I asked, sitting beside him.He nodded, “A demon can force a bond with someone by taking their blood and keeping it on them, the blood is used in a ritual to bind the being to them with the blood making it impossible to turn down their orders, if they somehow manage to defy an order their blood would boil, and the creature would be rendered to ash. It is not an easy bond to br
“What are you doing?” I asked when I heard Sin behind me. “Can I join you?” He asked with a smile as he reached for the button on his jeans. My heart raced as I watched him undress. “I’m assuming that since you didn’t answer that it was a yes.” He chuckled as he stepped into the shower with me. “You are a sneaky demon.” I smiled as he placed his hands on my shoulders, his eyes swirling red, orange, and yellow, as he leaned down and kissed me. His hands ran down my arms, sending shivers up my spine. I placed my hands on his muscular chest and pushed him away. “I came in here to shower.” Smirking, I scolded him, trying not to show how aroused I really was. He quirked a brow at me, grabbing the soap from behind me and lathering it into a loofah. “Then let me wash you.” “Really, you are such a brat.” I laughed as he walked behind me and washed my back and ass. He reached around to my front to wash my breasts and stomach as he kissed and nipped my neck. A moan escaped my lips as he
I headed to my room as panic seized me. How could I do as she asked? If I killed Abigail, Amaya would never forgive me, but if I didn’t, I will die and leave Amaya unprotected against my mother. If I could get the vial of my blood from her, I wouldn’t have to do as she says as long as Amaya and Abigail can help me break the binding. If I told them what Hellebore wanted me to do, they may not forgive me for making a deal with her to begin with. They might understand that I did it to protect my brother, but I know my brothers would not forgive me either. I paced the length of my room, trying to decide what I should I do. Deciding my best bet was to talk to Amaya and tell her everything, I left my room and went to look for her. I had looked everywhere in the castle and could not find her. The last place I checked was the throne room. Seeing Merula, I approached him and asked, “Where are Amaya and Abigail?” “They left the castle with the King; I am not sure when they will be back.”
“We need to get back to the castle. I don’t want to leave Hellebore up to her tricks for too long. How fast can you pack?” Sin asked Magma. He left the room and came back with a backpack. “Packed.” He smiled. We climbed back into the boat, and Magnus and Sin rowed us across. After getting out, we headed to the nightmares. “We are short a nightmare.” Sin frowned. “Magnus can ride with me.” Abigail smiled and winked at him. Magnus chuckled, “Thank you.” We mounted and headed back to the castle. Amaya rode beside me while Abagail and Magma trailed slowly behind, lost in conversation. “Those two seem to have hit it off.” Amaya laughed. “So, it would seem.” I chuckled. Amaya was lost in thought and looked puzzled. “What’s wrong, my little flame?” Her cheeks turned red as she asked, “Would his hair burn her?” I laughed, “I honestly have no idea.” A while later, we reached the village surrounding the castle, people looked at us and whispers and gasps broke out among the people wh