Sam confidently guided us through the castle. He clasped my wrist almost painfully tight, but I didn't comment or complain and followed him happily."Back to land first. Time to get this thing out of you, sweetheart." Sam said, his hand still firmly around my wrist. "Sweetheart?" I asked back with raised eyebrows. "Sweetheart, darling, ruby, love, sugar-""If any humans on earth actually knew the feared satan, they would all laugh and start making comedies instead of horror movies." Elle said loudly to Adrian.Wrong thing to say.Sam abruptly turned around to her, and all the surrounding lights flickered off at once. Sam let go of me. In complete darkness, I heard a monstrous, ghastly growl, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to seek support by pressing my hand against the cool, marble wall."Sammi." Adrian snapped from across the hallway.The hairs on the back of my neck rose."AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"An ear-piercing scream, coming from Elle's marine demon, sounded through the air.
Sam swam to the shore with me in his arms, joining the three soaking wet demons. He walked out the water with me still attached to him like a monkey, and my suddenly super heavy body was impossible to hold up. All my organs dropped down when he walked out, but he held his arms around me like I weighed nothing, his expression never changing. The cold air kissed my goose-bump covered skin, and a mean chill ran through me. Winter was in the air. The frozen nights were close. "Hey, Satan," I inquired with interest, "Isn't your realm supposed to be like... Hell? Like, really hot? Why does it feel like it's going to freeze tonight?" Adrian let out a full blown blasting laugh. Sam slowly let me down, and we both turned to Adrian, who slapped his knee hard. "What?" I asked, dumbfounded. Adrian shook his head, still laughing. "I fucking love humans." "No. That's something humans made up in their fantasies." Sam answered me with narrowed eyes at his brother. "Although," Adrian interven
"Are you sure about this?" Adrian asked hesitantly. I stared down at the bathtub, which Sam was currently filling. He was kneeling down next to me, his hand underneath the water stream, checking its temperature. He even put a little bit of bath oil in, smelling of caramel. Not even a flower scent, funnily enough. The five of us stood cramped in the small bathroom of my bedroom. Well, not my bedroom anymore, according to Sam. But an empty bedroom nonetheless, where no one would interrupt us. Sleep was threatening to take me at any second. We had stayed up all night, and the sun was slowly rising behind the closed curtains. The whole castle was still asleep, you could practically feel the hangovers in the air. The dark one stood in the corner, his figure completely out of touch with the rest of us. Elle ensured she stayed as far away from him as possible, yet she remained glued to my side. Sam held onto my naked lower leg with his other hand as he kept feeling the temperature of t
"Hold her down. Or else, it's not going to work." The dark one hissed at Samael. Samael put his arm back into the bathtub. With tears in my eyes, I watched as Fay began to fight. My nails dug into Adrian's arm, who held me back with one arm around my shoulders. "Stop." I whispered with a shaky voice at Samael's rigid back. He tensed up more. "She's going to die." I said as a tear escaped my eye. For a moment, Samael's appearance morphed into that of Satan, but he quickly regained control, although more tense than before. His eyes remained fixed on my best friend, who was fighting for her life in the bath. She trashed and thrashed, and water splashed everywhere. It was a wonder there was still enough in the bath to drown her. To drown her. Sammi was going to drown her. The dark one next to Samael looked absolutely delighted. His eyes were gleaming with glee as he stared down into the bathtub, ignoring the splatters of water that hit him in the face. Panic constricted my heart
"What the actual fuck?"A female voice startled me awake, and I found myself sprawled in a field of grass. The sun's warmth enveloped me, soothing my skin with its gentle heat. The grass beneath me wasn't prickly, but soft instead, and I stretched my arms out, relishing the comforting sensation."What are you doing here?"Annoyance simmered within me. I finally had a moment of peace and quiet."Anna, can you shut up and let me-"My words trailed off when I realised what I said.My eyes flew open.Standing by my feet, clad in a yellow summer dress, was Anna. She stared down at me, alive and well. "What the fuck? What are you doing here?" I asked with shock. She was supposed to be dead."I could ask you the same thing." Anna replied, as if she really couldn't believe I was here. Looking around me to actually check where 'here' was, I realised I didn't recognize this place. "What are you doing in the demon realm?" Anna asked when a frown settled on my face. I had no recollection of comin
"She's meant to return tonight, right? 24 hours was the deal?" I heard Adrian ask softly. "Yes." Sam affirmed, his voice directed at me. "What are you going to do? Your wife will be with child." Adrian asked next. "I don't know. I don't really care." Sam replied solemnly. Adrian sighed. "She will be fine, brother." "She was dead." Sam sharply said. "Was. She IS alive." Elle quickly interjected. I heard Sam sigh. "Will you help me? With what I've asked?" "Of course." Elle replied. I frowned. Sam asked Elle for help with something? "As soon as possible. After Micah's funeral." Sam directed at her. I stirred. Micah! Micah's will! "I'm going to get some food. Do you want anything, brother?" Adrian asked, before I heard the unmistakable sound of someone stretching. "I would love some fresh OJ." I croaked hoarsely. I felt the energy in the room shift to shock. My eyes opened just in time to see Sam literally jumping at me from the end of the bed. "You're awake!" He shouted with a
His words gained meaning when he pushed his body into mine. My body exploded with fire. "But I can't. You're too weak. You need to heal first." He asserted firmly. "I feel fine." I lightly replied. Sam's grin near my ear only fueled my warmth, and I wasn't even embarrassed to say that I was a thirsty bitch. I needed to forget everything about me. "You died a few hours ago, Fay. If you say you're fine one more time, I will..." Sam warned in a low murmur, his weight still pressing into me. "You will what?" I challenged as my hands roamed his bare chest. His skin was cool and firm, and the few scars that stood out on his skin felt rugged. His scars made him even more attractive. They felt like prizes on a trophy. "Well, I don't actually know." Sam sighed out, "I don't know how to punish you. It seems like an impossible task, because you either enjoy it, or fight everything that I do." Grinning against his neck, I felt Sam tense against me. His thumb slid over the soft skin of my nak
Happiness surged through me as I glanced at the closed door, unable to contain the smile spreading across my lips. The warmth lingering in my body only fueled my anticipation for tonight's plans. Perhaps a shave wouldn't be a bad idea. I could wear one of the lingerie sets to surprise Sam. With newfound energy coursing through me, I leaped from the bed and practically dashed to the bathroom. Yanking on the shower handle, I set the water to hot and wasted no time slipping underneath the searing stream. I washed my hair and kept the conditioner in as long as I could while shaving everything that needed to be shaved. Once I was done, I felt like a brand new person. The cabinet in the bathroom contained all my favourite products. Sam had moved everything from my small bathroom into his, and I grabbed my favourite body oil with a small smile. The black room was steamy, and the dark red towel fit around my body snugly. I placed one foot on the edge of the bathtub and I carefully oiled
“Are we really sure about this?“ Elle asked, her voice thick with apprehension. “We’re sure.” Elyse replied firmly, her eyes brimming with hope. Neither Elle nor I could bring ourselves to object any further. There was only one wall between this room and the dungeons, which were currently empty since all the prisoners had been taken out for the hunt. That's why tonight was the perfect night to do this. Sam wouldn't be here, and nor would be any of the hunters. Adrian had been invited to the hunt, much to his delight, and so even he would be occupied for the entire night. “How exactly do we do this?” I asked, frowning as doubt crept in. Half of me was convinced it wouldn’t work.The other half—the rational part—was terrified that it might. “Did we really have to pick the creepiest place for this?!” I jumped at the sound of a male voice, my hand instinctively gripping the hilt of my knife. Dante and Reggie had entered, Dante carrying a thick black book while Reggie laughed, pattin
I smiled and tugged on Sam’s pants, pulling him closer until his body pressed against mine. The thick branch beneath us held steady, but offered no protection from the cold wind gusting over our bare skin. Sam’s lips captured mine once again, and as his hand slid across my skin, feeling my goosebumps, fire burst from his fingertips. I gasped when the branch caught fire. Sam quickly doused the flames with his ice, but I stared at the charred spot, shock coursing through me. My mouth fell open in disbelief. "What... What is this?" I asked with disbelief. “I... I don’t know,” Sam replied, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “Have you always had this?” I questioned suspiciously, turning toward him. He looked at me, clearly unsure. “No,” he admitted, glancing down at his hand in amazement. I did the same. “I think it’s you. Your fire... it’s in my veins now.” I blinked, trying to process his words. "I noticed it every time I had your blood in my system. I felt the warmth. But I couldn
I bit my lip in torment, unable to tear my gaze away from Sam’s bare upper body. The fact that my body temperature was already too high didn’t help, nor did the way Sam moved in the fighting circle, calculating his next move to defeat his eight opponents. The scar I had given him long ago with a whip stood out starkly against his bronzed skin. The crown still sat firmly on his head, a testament to his rigid posture—even in the middle of combat. I almost groaned in desperation when Sam lifted the corner of his mouth into a smug smirk, taunting his enemies. Sam was intoxicated by the fight. It had been a long time since anyone dared challenge him, but tonight, nothing could stop him. He gave his challengers a simple choice: yield or die. A number of demons already lay dead at the corners of the ring. The vampires were nearly driven mad by the scent of blood, but Lucifer had kept them in check by giving each a bottle of blood wine. They lounged around, enjoying the company of several
I followed Sam's gaze and was met with thousands of silent eyes. It was still beyond me how such a large crowd could remain so quiet. My eyes first landed on Lucifer's wife, who was yanked back harshly by her husband. Lucifer looked regal, wearing a massive crown. His purple attire suited his large frame, and he puffed out his chest proudly when our gazes met. Shea stood a few meters away with the Lust crowd, her expression disapproving. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked down. Moving on, I saw Adrian with his arms around Elle, both beaming with happiness and pride. I forced myself to suppress a smile, wanting to appear serious, and looked further. Dagon stood with Ren, holding hands. Ren gently stroked Dagon's arm. I almost gasped when I noticed a slight bump in Dagon's belly. I nodded in acknowledgment, and Dagon responded with a serene smile, nodding back. Elyse stood near them, arms crossed, looking as fierce as any demon king. The numerous knives strapped to her bod
“Don’t be nervous.” Elle scolded me from behind. I huffed in response. “I’m so done with these public events.” I replied, wringing my hands together. “Well, get ready for a lot more. You’re going to be Queen.” Elyse commented from the side. I eyed her, furrowing my brows. Elle finished the intricate braid, adding small wildflowers to my hair. Their colors popped against my dark strands, and I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Elyse applied a final swipe of red lipstick to my lips, stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely perfect. Like a true Queen." I smiled again. My throat was bare. It would soon be adorned with a ruby necklace, similar to Sam's. Small rubies dangled from my ears, and a simple gold bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My dress was black and red, massive and encrusted with gemstones. I could barely walk in it, but apparently, this was how coronation dresses looked in this realm. Except for Elle, considering she was dressed in lingerie and a see
"Two bottles and one pack of cigarettes a month. That's my offer. Take it or leave it." Sam said, turning to Rhazien. The vampire sucked on his teeth, his fangs just visible, sharp and menacing. A shudder ran through me. They looked lethal. And painful. Lucifer, leaning heavily on the table, looked desperate. Around him, the vampires shared the same tense, eager expressions. Rhazien paused, letting the tension stretch. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each of us before it finally settled on Sam. He nodded once. "Yes!" Lucifer cheered, immediately turning to point at random vampires—each of them stunning in their own way. Lucifer's wife was going to have a heart attack. "I'll have my own harem!" He announced proudly. Sam sighed, clearly exasperated. "Oh, hell... What have we gotten ourselves into?" I snorted, nudging his chest. "Let him have his fun." "My brothers won’t be happy about this," Sam muttered. "I just gave the King of Pride something to brag about
I watched with interest as everyone around me became increasingly drunk. I kept my distance from the wine, not wanting to cloud my mind, and leaned comfortably against Sam. The vampires danced with the grace and allure of professional performers, putting on quite the spectacle. “I have some gifts for you, Rhazien.” Sam said, cutting through my distracted thoughts. “Gifts?” Rhazien’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “For your hospitality.” Sam reached to his side, producing a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of wine. Rhazien gasped, his excitement palpable. “Is that…?” Rhazien asked, his voice full of wonder. “Yes,” Sam smirked from behind me, “enjoy them.” “What are those?” I asked, eyeing the odd-smelling cigarettes. I recognized the wine as blood wine. “Blood cigarettes,” Sam replied. I froze at the words. “A delicacy for vampires. They can’t make them themselves. The process is intricate and involves working with a lot of blood,” he explained softly. Rhazien twirled the cigare
Sam cleared his throat and turned to Rhazien. “We agree—on my wife’s condition. My brother gets to take a vampire of his choice home. I’ll supply you with at least a dozen humans every month, in exchange for a dozen vampires.” Rhazien glanced from Sam to me, then over to Lucifer, who was still dancing. After a moment, he sighed. “Deal.” “Perfect.” Sam said with a grin, extending his hand. They shook on it, both clearly satisfied. I looked ahead, noticing some women dancing sensually on the bar. Their bodies moved like snakes, swaying their hips seductively, the atmosphere dripping with allure. Sam and Rhazien clinked their glasses and downed their drinks in sync, slamming the empty glasses down with matching grins. I knew Sam was getting drunk when he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. I gasped, instinctively resisting, but his supernatural strength held me still. He pressed my hips against his and my back against his chest. His arms encircled me, and he placed another glass of w
The dark ballroom got even darker when Rhazien clapped his hands, and the dangerous tension in the room rose considerably. “Do you think they’ll dance with me?” Lucifer asked, his eyes fixed on a group of vampires. “They would be honored, King of Envy,” Credence replied. “Many of us have never had the privilege of meeting a demon.” "Why is that?" I asked with interest, glancing at the human girls twirling around in beautiful dresses, their vampire partners looking down at them like they were a snack. They probably were. “We're not foolish enough to venture into the demon realm. That would be suicide,” Credence explained, tapping her glass with her long, blood-red nails. “Nor do we invite demons into our lands. Demons are too bloodthirsty. For your King, we made a exception." "We won't shed any blood here." I promised her, even though I couldn't see her. "Don't make promises that aren't yours to make, Queen of Wrath. Your husband has quite the reputation. We know the risks we’ve