In front of the castle, a female demon dressed in all white stood, clutching a giant bag. Clearly, she was the doctor. As soon as we approached, she sank to her knees in submission. "My Kings." She softly spoke. "Stand." Sam ordered with a slightly distrusting voice. The demon complied, keeping her head bowed and offering her neck in submission. "You can heal her?" Sam's tone was sharp. The doctor finally looked up, assessing me from head to toe before bowing her head again. "I will do my best. I will need to investigate her wounds first." She replied. "Heal her." Sam commanded with an angry tone, "Or else you're going to-" "Sam." I interrupted hastily. "She said she'll do her best. She can't do magic." Sam glanced at me before turning back to the doctor, who remained bowed. Adrian chuckled behind me. Sam's jaw tensed, but he nodded at the guards behind the doctor, signaling them to open the castle doors. Sam led us into the castle towards the top floor. He walked into an empt
"Flower." Sam whispered softly in my ear. I sighed. I was exhausted. "Flower." Sam whispered again, his cold hand trailing up my bare back. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as I hummed in approval "Wake up." His lips brushed against my skin, his hand sliding down towards my ass. I lifted my hips in silent invitation. The grin he sounded next made my insides warm deliciously, and my hand reached out to grab his arm. Without hesitation, I rolled onto my side and pulled him close. He let out a surprised gasp, but I stifled it by smashing my lips against his. Sam's hand went icy for a second from his shock, but he quickly controlled himself. He slid his hand down towards my leg, which he lifted and placed over his hips. Despite my surprise at finding him clothed, I cared little in the heat of the moment. As I breathed against his lips, I felt his desire intensify. Pressing his hips against mine, my hand moved from his arm up to his neck, where I felt the hard outline of a colla
A scream of sheer terror tore from my throat as we soared through the window. Glancing down, a mistake I immediately regretted, only intensified my panic, and I screamed even louder. I couldn't even see the ground, that's how far up we were. We plummeted through the air at breakneck speed, my stomach churning and my hair whipped around as if trying to escape. The black castle loomed dangerously close, and I dared not move a muscle for fear of losing a limb against its unforgiving walls. Sam's maniacal laughter echoed in my ear as he loosened his grip on me ever so slightly. "SAM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Abruptly, I was jerked upwards, the sudden change in direction knocking the wind from my lungs. I could only manage an "oomph" as my body resisted the abrupt shift. "Yes?" Sam asked me innocently. Taking a sharp turn, the realisation only then dawned on me that we were flying. Sam held me securely against his chest, his colossal wings beating rhythmically above us. Th
"Fashionably late, as always." Another demon boldly remarked. I turned around to the female voice and found Dagon, holding hands with another male demon, both dressed in full black. "So, this is the human." The male said with interest. He stepped forwards and held out his hand for me to take. I automatically stretched out my hand to place it into his, before I realised that demons didn't shake hands. Ren eyed my hand with glee and grabbed it quickly, a look of delight spreading across his face. Suddenly, a wave of lust washed over me, flooding my senses with vivid images of sexual scenes. Hands caressing skin, lips breathing in ears, ropes tightly bound, flesh against flesh. "REN." Sam's voice snarled angrily from somewhere far away. I was abruptly pulled back, but my hand was still being held by the lust creature. My breath caught as the images grew more intense and forbidden. Knives traced over throats, teeth biting through skin, tongues twirling each other. "Fucking hell." I h
Slowly, step by step, we all proceeded. The siblings carrying their brother on their shoulders, the Queen of Greed in front, leading the procession. Demons joined our walk behind us, in complete silence. With Elyse and Elle next to me, I felt a lot more confident walking through thousands of demons. All eyes were on us, and I sensed Sam and Adrian's tension, though they didn't glance back. I knew it made them uncomfortable that Elle and I were walking behind them, out of reach from their hands. The Queen of Greed continued, walking in a circle around the middle of the garden. She stopped when she reached an empty spot. There was a sort of bunker there, big enough for a person to stand in. Fires roared at the top of it. The big stone door was shut. This is where Micah's body would be put to rest. As the queen halted her walk, so did we. She turned towards us, her face still veiled, and stared at all of us for a few seconds. She then walked to the side of the catacomb. The siblin
"So you died... You saw Anna, and Micah..." Elyse repeated for the fourth time, , her voice echoing softly in the dimly lit corridor. "Yes." I replied for the fourth time, feeling a touch of frustration creeping in. "And then Micah told me to read his will at his funeral." I said, again. "Didn't Elle share her story with you? She died, and she saw Anna." I pointed out. As we moved through the shadowy corridors of the castle, whispers between us were as quiet as the flickering torches lining the ancient stone walls. Each step we took seemed to reverberate through the silence, adding to the tension in the air. Shadows danced along the wall, creating ghost-like illusions. "She did, but I didn't believe her." Elyse confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. I raised one eyebrow. "What?" She shrugged. "It just seemed a bit... Far-fetched." "We live in another universe, with demons who are practically immortal and can do magic with a snap of their fingers." I said incredulously. "I'm
The main light flickered on, and I noticed we stood in a gigantic dresser. Rows upon rows of clothes, shoes, ties, socks, caps, weapons, suits, and an array of items stretched before us. This was the grandest walk-in closet imaginable. "Did he give you any clue as to where his will might be?" Elyse asked me in a normal tone. I guess sounds wouldn't travel through doors. Micah probably had found a way of concealing that, too. Man. Such a cool power. "He said it was in the clothes he wore when he died." I replied, scanning the room. Every item of clothes you could possibly own hung in here. There were paintings all over the room that showed images of clothes and models, adorned in golden frames. Mirrors stood in different positions, making it possible to see yourself from every angle at all times. Having sex in here would be something else. "Okay... Do you know what that is?" Elyse asked me as she placed her hands on her hips. I turned to her. "Uhmm.... No. I can't really remember..
"What is wrong with him!" I yelled at Elyse angrily. I clutched my chest, attempting to steady my breath. Sweat trickled down my spine, and my muscles screamed from exertion. "I don't know!" Elyse yelled back, her voice strained. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack." She spit at the ceiling, no doubt channelling Micah. There were no more spiders in sight, but the disgusted feeling remained. I knew that that would stay until I had a shower. I tossed the pants to the floor, unable to stand the sight of them. Micah had officially become my least favourite brother. "What a maniac!" I huffed as my body still shuddered from shock. Adrenaline coursed through me, and I knew I could take on any demon that would stand in my way. If only Micah was here... "Who the fuck does something like that?!" I yelled out. "Someone who doesn't want this to be found." Elyse suddenly whispered, her tone filled with awe. I spun around to see Elyse pick up a thick piece of paper. My panic halted.