I take it and nestle it in between my breasts. “Nobody move,” I say. “I’ll be right back, and we can sort out how this is going to work.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Elijah says, giving me a little salute that makes me roll my eyes at him fondly.
“Step back, please.”
They do as I ask, and I let my flame wings unfurl slowly, with maximum sexy impact. I beam at the hollers and cat calls that the men send my way and then I flap them, lifting off and flame out to the other side of the window. I slowly let myself fall down to the ground, where I incinerate half a dozen of my minions before the rest realize that I’ve finally shown up and start to flee, screaming for their lives.
31
Annabelle
I smile as I see the Demons running for their lives. They know that their asses are about to get kicked at best and eradicated at worst. I have to make an impact and there is only one way to do that.
I have to let loose the She-Devil. The real one to show that I mean business.
The sin bin is now completely empty of Demons, so I stride forward, breathing deeply to steady myself. I’m prepared to do this, but I may struggle to come back under control. I’ve never gone this far. I’ve never had to but this uprising needs to be nipped in the bud before anyone gets any bigger ideas.
I shove open the double doors that had slammed closed behind the last fleeing Demon, and march out into the courtyard, past the kennels, and through the humongous gates, further out onto the scorched land that surrounds my residence. The little flames that flicker at my feet make me smile and I flap my wings to cause a hot wind that ruffles my hair. Several hundred Demons are waiting outside, not having got as far as the residence for this rebellion. I remember what Dad said about this. The Demons try to start a coup every few years or so. They get too big for their station and it’s up to the Devil to put them back in their place. Since the Devil is now me, I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this more than I should.
I pause, hands on my hips to show them that I’m here and to give them a second to reconsider their actions.
Some do, most don’t.
Arrogant fuckers.
I turn my head, my hands at the ready, as I feel someone walking up behind me. I drop my defensive stance when I see it is only Killian.
“Don’t get too close unless you want to burn,” I drawl, flapping my wings gently.
He stares out across the landscape and steps right up next to me, his hands behind his back. “Those wings are pretty, Princess, but they won’t hurt me. Like you, I am a part of this place. I am…inevitable.”
I blink at him and then turn to look where he is. “I see. So why aren’t you out there leading this charge? I get the impression that you dislike me being Queen.”
“Ruling Hell has never been something that I’ve wanted. It’s not my place. My bloodline started and will end with me, there is no honor in taking away what is rightfully yours.”
I try not to look impressed by his words, instead I scoff at him. “Honor? How noble, War.”
Silence.
“I find it amusing that you think you could take it from me,” I point out after a beat.
He shrugs.
“What are you doing here? Feeding off the conflict?” I ask.
“I came to see if you needed help.”
“You mean Elijah sent you,” I retort.
“No, I am here of my own volition.”
“Thought you couldn’t do anything about conflict you didn’t create?”
“I can’t stop it, but I can redirect it. I can force it into themselves. They will have an inner struggle which will eventually make them go insane.” He turns to look at me, those beautiful white eyes, boring into mine. “Do you want to make them suffer, Princess?”
“Oh my, you know how to get a pussy wet, don’t you?”
He smirks at me.
“Is your dick hard looking at all of this?”
“I don’t get aroused by war,” he says, almost as if he is confused by the question.
“Because you are war,” I say, getting it. “It’s who you are.”
He nods.
“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t need any help. I’ve got this.”
He steps back and I strip off my clothes. I see no reason to burst out of them