nicely,” I inform her.
She nods silently. She doesn’t speak much, which is somewhat appreciated. I want to ask her if turning her into a Demon did what she wanted it to. Not that I care, I’m just curious.
As soon as we are outside, and my feet set alight, I grab her arm and transport us to the center of Hell. It is a cacophony of noise and bustling activity. Roberta might be a massive pain in the ass, but she gets shit done around here. All of the Demons are hard at work, clearing the debris and making sure that ways are clear for the rebuild. It hasn’t reached here yet. The magick is set to work on the residence first and then spread out from there. I pause as I see Darius patrolling with another guard. I push down the urge to remove his ugly face with my nails after what he did to Aleister because it won’t accomplish anything, except to ease my growing blood lust. I haven’t smashed heads for a while now and it is clawing at me.
He stops as he sees us, giving me a cursory glance before his eyes fix on Hael. She shifts her body slightly, going on the offensive.
He lumbers over and stops in front of her, glaring down at her from his huge height. “You are new,” he grits out.
“Stay away from her,” I tell him, pissed off because he has completely ignored me. He only has eyes for Hael and I’m like…chopped Demon or some shit.
He sniffs deeply. “Smells pretty. You aren’t a real Demon. Something different. Something new.” He stares at her in confusion.
I put my hand up to his massive, armored chest and shove him back. He is practically touching her; he's moved in that close. “I said, stay away from her. Back off,” I growl.
He stumbles back and finally graces me with a tilt of his square head. “Your Majesty,” he grunts. “You made her.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t answer him.
“She is your Guard?” He peers closer.
“Yes,” I state.
He turns his big head towards me slowly, almost menacingly. “You said you didn’t need one,” he accuses me.
“I changed my mind,” I retort. “I am the Demon Queen, remember.”
“Humph,” he huffs, blowing his breath out into Hael’s face as he turns back to her.
To her credit, she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t move a muscle.
I sneer in disgust as Darius’s features turn lewd and he sticks his rough, pointed tongue out, tasting the air in between them.
“Want to taste,” he growls and steps in close again. “Want to taste that pussy.”
I’m just about to call Babe to my hand and remind this giant asshole whose presence he is in, when Hael holds out her hand and her sword appears. She brings it up, gripping the hilt tightly and forces Darius back as she places the tip at the base of his throat.
I’m practically panting with delight. I want to see how this plays out. I don’t care which way it goes, whether she fights him and kills him or straddles him and fucks him…I want to see it. My Demon Guard is in complete control of him. He would fall to his knees and beg her now if she asked him to.
“Is that any way to ask a bitch for her affections?” Hael asks him quietly.
He drools all over her sword as she has him right where she wants him.
“Darius wants that pussy,” he says.
“Darius can beg for it,” Hael replies and digs the tip of her sword into his throat, drawing thick, black oozing blood. He hisses and takes a step back from her. The sexual chemistry between the two of them is disturbing and on fire.
I press my lips together so that I don’t laugh at the absurdity of this. I should probably warn her about the rumors I’ve heard in regard to his dick. Even I might find it unpleasant and my tastes are downright filthy.
Hael drops the sword and dismisses her would-be suitor with a scowl, turning from him and waiting for me to move my ass so that we can leave him standing there like a whipped dog.
Oh, but this is too much fun. I stride off with Hael following me and I discover that my fun time must come to an end. I need to see Roberta about a Horseman, and it really can’t wait another second.
I grab Hael by the arm and flame us into the Admin office. My presence