My body still as I recognising the voice of the man it came from immediately. Lucas’ hands firmed around my back.
Turning to face Lucien, his posture emanating power and authority. An angry red burn spreads out from the collar of his pristine white shirt and spreads up his neck and onto his face. He was a demon and such a burn should have healed by now, but no ordinary flame made the mark, it was my flame. The same flames that came from the core of hell. Hells fire. I look at the mark in fascination. I had never seen what my magic could truly do until now. The flames had melted away his flesh in such a way that her Uncle would forever bare the mark. A part of me revelled in the fact that ever day when he gazed upon his reflection, he would have such a stark reminder of his niece, and he would know that I held all the power and vengeance would soon find him. The other part of me, the humane part, felt appalled at the thought of having hurt another person so spectac
Lucifer was everything that Lilith has said he would be. He was perfectly sculpted, from his fine chiselled facial features, to his broad shoulders and back, right down to his foot size. It was like he was sculpted by god himself, which I guess he was? Unlike Lucas and Lilith, Lucifer was dark haired. His eyes burned two fiery orbs, not unlike Lysander’s. Thick bushy eyebrows were the crowning jewel. Like Lilith, at first glace to look at him, he looked no older than late 20s. His toned physique showing no signs of age. He certainly didn’t look old enough to have fathered the 13 adult children whose portraits hung in the long gallery. His aura oozed power and danger in plumes. His very presence sent a chill down my spine as radiated strength and prestige. On his lips sat a permanent sneer. The only part of his feature that could be remotely described as ugly. He looked around the swathes of people who stood before him. My only complaint
I was surprised at just how civilised the whole dinner party was. When surrounded by the most evil beings in the universe, you go expecting for at least one person to leave dead or at the very least fatally maimed.But actually the meal went by without incident. Lucifer was bright and charismatic with his guest. Discussing normal everyday topic like family and events that had taken place.I couldn’t easily see how Lilith had fallen for his charms so long before.For me I was happy sitting back and enjoying the conversation and the occasional sip of wine. I was just glad that the focus was no longer on me. Besides the occasional glance my way, Lucifer said very little else to me.He did however invite Lucas to his private quarters after he had seen me back to our own rooms. For what we were not sure. But Lucas dutifully took me back home and ensured I was comfortable for the night, before disappearing to see his father.I wasn’t expectin
“What?” I shrieked at a very despondent looking Lucas. “He wants us to do what?” “Lonnie, listen to me please, this is the only way. If we do not accept Lucifers terms, he will have you killed. You know he will do it my love. This is the only way to keep you safe.” Lucas look at me with pleading eye. “Lucas, we have only found each other again for a matter of weeks. We barely know anything about the people we are now. I knew that someday we would have to complete the mate bond, but I thought we would have time.” My mind was reeling at the information that Lucas had given me. I couldn’t believe what Lucifer was expecting from me. “Exactly, whether it is now or a few months down the line, the outcome is the same. So, why not just Lucifer have his way on this?” Lucas said. “Why? Why! Because what Lucifer is asking for is more than just us getting married Lucas. He wants me to have a child! An heir to his kingdom. The next generation of evil.” By now my a
The day of the mating ceremony had arrived. I woke with dread filling my stomach to the point where I found myself bent over the toilet and relieving myself of the contents of my stomach.To top it all off, Magda was now stood in the bathroom doorway watching me with cold disapproval, having been summoned to administer the potion that will ensure my fertility for this evenings proceedings.I bent over the toilet once more and retched into the bowl. “How the hell did I get her?” I ask myself.“I will wait for you in the small office.” Magda’s judgmental look came from behind me. I didn’t respond. All I wanted to do was hid away in the bathroom and never come back out. I listened to her retreating foot steps as she left the bedroom, and let out a deep sigh of relief. When I did eventually find myself able to leave the bathroom and head for the office, I found Magda sat pounding herbs with a large pestle and mortar
To say that I was annoyed was an understatement.Lucien seemed to take great joy out of telling me how he had requested, being my only kin, to give me away. And that his Majesty was only too pleased to accept my offer.His incessant chatter at how happy he was to watch me marry the Prince of Darkness had my teeth on edge. I couldn’t bare his cheerfulness, knowing that there was some dark intention underneath the whole charade.I tried hard to keep the fire that was twisting uncomfortably in my stomach from finishing the job I started not a week ago. The burn I gave him had left him with a grotesque scar with stretched from under his chin, all down the left side of his neck and disappeared under his shirt collar. I wondered how far the scar actually went. Did it cover the whole left side of his body? He slight limp would suggest that it did. The thought that I was the source of his current discomfort sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t begin to comprehend.&n
Having completed the bloody part of the ceremony, there was only one thing left to do to complete the mating. We had to consummate the marriage and I would have to become pregnant. Much to my disgust, to prove that the ritual had been completed, witnesses were required to be present. Lucas had told me that this was generally done in front of everyone at the ceremony on the sacrificial stone. The idea of doing anything on that stone, which was now sodden with the blood of Marguerite, didn’t exactly put me “in the mood”. In light of the fact I was unaccustomed to the ways of the underworld, Lucifer granted us leave to carry out the consummation in more private quarters. And so, we were lead out of the temple by a side door and into a small room off the side generally used by the priest who resided here. Lucifer would not be in attendance, instead, 3 of his dark priest would wait for us to complete the mating and would then report back to Lucifer and the rest of
Ben POVIt has been 2 months and 3 weeks since Avalon had walked out of the Academy. And I’m not going to lie, her leaving like that broke me. We had been each other’s confidents and best friends since we were 8 years old.I knew everything about my fierce little warrior. Like she had no interest in any one else, only me. That she was a fierce fighter despite her small stature. But mostly, her passion for the cause.Her whole being strived for the day that she could be out on the front line, defending innocents and killing the monsters that slaughtered her family and countless others. So to be told that the person I thought she was, wasn’t in fact not the person she is at all, shook me to my core.I spent many nights trying to figure it all out. How she was adamant that his father was trying to hold her back. It seemed so out of character for my father to hold anyone back. He practically raised Avalon. He was Steve Taylor&r
I woke feeling incredibly groggy and with a raging headache.I push myself up from the hard mattress I was led, my whole body screaming in protest at the uncomfortable position I had been sleeping in and look about at the dark dingy room that I found myself in.“What the hell happened last night.” I thought out loud. I swung my bare legs around and sat down on the edge of the cot, noticing how I was still wrapped in the bed sheet from last night, naked underneath other that the flimsy lace bra I still wore. My skin broke out in gooseflesh with the cold air sitting around me like a cloak. The scent of mine and Lucas’ lovemaking still lingered on the sheet offering my some comfort in this dingy hole.Feeling slightly more awake I check myself over for injuries. Other than the pounding headache, sore muscles and the congealed wound on the palm of my hand, I seemed to be in one piece physically. Emotionally, there was definitely something wrong. My