I recognized the demon that had called me a caged little bird at Sam's wedding, his posture straight and the sword in his hand enormous. He was looking at Samael and I saw the respect in his eyes. Just like every other warrior here, they stared at their king with nothing but respect. They obviously held great love for their king, as far as demons could love. "Don't forget that their sins are different. I understand there might be clashes with the armies of Pride and Greed, but don't let them get under your skin. We have an army of dark ones to murder together with their armies. Yes, we will lead this war, but it's all of us against one shared enemy. After every single dark one is rotting, fight however you like when you are challenged." Sam stepped forward and I quickly followed. "Oh," Sam paused, "Fay falls under your protection. At all times. If she is threatened, you know what to do. Make it hurt. Show them what happens when they touch Wrath's human." It was my time to be surp

The drink was placed on the table behind our couch and Micah looked at his own drink with doubt. Dagon cleared her throat, displaying an almost embarrassed expression. "Right. No alcohol. But what is the plan?" Lucifer inquired, resting his elbows on his knees and focusing his gaze on the map before us. As Dagon shifted her gaze to Sam behind me, every head in the tent swivelled towards us.. My stomach decided at that very moment to roar like a whale and every pair of eyes went down, to my stomach which was empty and screaming for food. Sam's arms tightened around me and he quickly lifted me up and stood up. He pushed me back on the couch and walked over to the table with food. He grabbed a plate, filled it with weird looking things and walked back. All the while, the tent was enveloped in silence, and all eyes were trained on the War King for answers. Sam walked back, offered the plate to me and I hesitantly grabbed it. I felt the shock in the room. Nobody said a thing, but I f

"You're turning me into an addict, flower." He whispered, his breath caressing my skin. "Your blood when you're scared.. Fuck.. It just all tastes so different." He mumbled softly. "It's like I can tell exactly what you're feeling. I've never felt so much emotion. Whatever you're feeling, it just passes right through me. I'm a demon, I'm not supposed to feel alive like this. It tasted goddamn forbidden." I swallowed heavily at his words and wondered how numb he usually felt. Did nothing bring him happiness? His intense gaze remained fixed on me. "I'm never letting you go." "We'll see about that." I whispered back, my eyes half closed. It felt like my body was attacked but in the most delicious way. "Oh, baby... You know that your body and mind are utterly dependent on me now, right?" His hand moved closer across my stomach as he spoke, and I tensed when his fingers brushed my lace underwear. "Shall we explore something else?" He whispered with a voice that promised nothing but bad

His eyes went down instantly, like magnets. His eyes were locked on my bare breasts for several lingering seconds. A droplet of dark red blood fell from the brush in his hand, staining the carpet beneath us. "They're pretty, aren't they?" I asked, my tone sweet and teasing. He shifted his gaze back to my face momentarily, only to return to staring intently at my chest. "Pretty? Is that the word you want me to use?" He inquired, stepping forward as his brush headed straight for the spot he couldn't tear his eyes away from. I was about to speak, but the cold brush touched my skin just above my breasts and I gasped softly instead. My nipples hardened instantly and Sam's focus remained locked on them as he painted my upper body. I stayed silent, focused on my breathing and maybe peeked down secretly at Sam's naked chest. He was still only wearing his jeans and I cleared my throat as I looked up again. Sam smirked, his eyes still on my naked breasts, and moved the brush down over my sto

"My brothers always used to have impeccable timing." Sam grumbled out. I tightened the blanket around me. "It seems the gods don't leave us be." I remarked pointedly. "Fuck the gods." Samael replied as he walked over to me with a piece of clothing in his hand. "Where are your weapons, my flower?" Standing before me, his eyes scanned down my wrapped form. "I'm not sure," I said as I dropped the blanket from my body, "I believe they're behind you." Eyes raked down my naked body. "You better fetch them." He whispered. "Will you?" I responded with a sweet tone. Nudity never bothered me much. "What is your weapon of choice today?" He asked me with a teasing tone. "I seem to remember I misplaced my knife somewhere. In the side of a rather awful attacker." I explained. "Oh no," Sam stepped towards me, "How did this... Awful demon... Attack you?" He stood directly in front of me, and his finger lifted my chin, tilting my face upwards. "He made me scream, my king." I whispered to his