male. You want him in your bed. You look at him and he makes your heart beat faster. What do you see when you look at me, Annabelle? Pity? Sorrow? Horror?”
“None of those things. You are beautiful the way you are,” I say forcefully.
“You’re just saying that so I will leave your human plaything alone.”
“That’s not true, Sid,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t say things that I don’t mean. I have no need to.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “All the same. I think I’ll stick around until I know you’re being truthful about helping me.”
“You’d be better served doing that in your own form,” I tell him. “That way you will know that when I kiss you, I’m thinking only of you.”
He searches my eyes, his breathing going slightly heavier. “I’m not strong enough to leave him yet and be whole.”
“You will be soon. Leave him now and I will give you more than a kiss next time.”
A soft moan escapes his lips and then there is a slight shimmer and Gregory flops to the bed, unconscious.
“Fuck,” I mutter and climb off the bed to rearrange him more comfortably. He is breathing steady and his heartbeat is strong. I let out a sigh of relief and stroke his face. “I’m sorry that you got caught up in my fucked-up mess. I will keep you from harm, Gregory, I promise you that. I c-care about you.”
I breathe out having uttered the words that there is no way in Hell, I would ever say to his conscious face. He is a human. At the start, I would’ve used him as a fuck toy and then sucked him dry when he no longer became useful to me. Now, the thought of him being in pain hurts me. This is becoming a recurring problem. First Aleister and now Gregory.
“What am I going to do with you all?” I murmur and bend down to kiss him softly.
He stirs in his unconscious state and then rests more easily.
Kissing him had been an experience I won’t forget in a hurry, in spite of the unwanted outcome.
Now, I have a Night Mare Demon that knows way too much about me and my secrets on the loose in Hell and who the fuck knows who he will blab to. I’m going to have to shut that down in any way that I can because as sure as I stand here, hovering over this human male that has bewitched me, no one – and I mean no one – can ever find out that Lucifer is still alive and set him free. Hell, and everything in it is mine and I will not let the original ruler take it from me. It’s time to find that depiction of him and burn it so that it can never be used against me.
“Shax,” I state, straightening up and remembering that my twin has blatantly fucked me over. “You are in for a world of trouble when I find you.”
20
Shax
I watch as Elijah kicks Razor across the arena. He goes sailing through the air to land at my feet. He grunts as he hits the ground but has no time to catch his breath as Elijah is already there, slamming his head into the ground. Razor shifts to his Serpent form and bites Elijah, but it doesn’t make him let go. If anything, it only angers him further.
“What’s this all about?” Annabelle asks as she flames in next to me.
I shrug. The dark side of me is enjoying this, but the side that wants to squash the darkness is disinterested in this Demonic brawl. “Who knows? Who cares?” I respond.
She narrows her eyes and peers closer. The two Demons are now on the other side of the arena, both shifted to their natural states and its Hellhound versus Serpent.
“Elijah?” she exclaims.
“Yep. He called out Razor for some reason. Don’t know the details. I came along because I was bored.”
“Oh,” she mouths.
I face her. “Is this something to do with you?” I ask suspiciously.
She turns to me, her face innocent, but I know her too well. “Of course not,” she scoffs. “Whatever makes you think that?”
“Oh, just that I know you screwed Elijah and that something went on with Razor the other night…call it a fucking hunch, Belle.”
“Humph,” she mutters, but then her eyes go hard. “We need to talk.”
“Sure, let’s go.” I turn to leave but find that I am walking alone. I pause and look back to see what’s