Hellhound Prince of Fire (Hellhound #3) - Rue Volley Page 0,36

They do as they wish. They could be good and help humanity along, or they can be very bad and harm each other. I did not do that. It is also not the fault of my brother. It is human nature and how am I to be blamed for it? When we came here there was chaos and they needed something to believe in to calm them and give them hope. Hope is a very powerful thing, it is a motivator. But just we have hope, we have temptation and I, nor my brother, built this, it is man-made, as are we.”

I shook my head and looked him over.

“Humanity did not make you, I am not even sure of where you came from, but it was not here.”

“How can you be so sure? I mean I look like you, so does my brother. Who is to say that we are simply not an advanced version of what humans can be?”

I turned and started to walk away from him, but had to stop as the ground crumbled before me and a large hole in the ground blocked me from going any further. I turned and relaxed my arms.

“I think that you are just as bad as he is. You feed on people, just like he does and you play with us like toys.”

He stepped towards me and waved his hands in the air as a million butterflies started to appear. They fluttered all around me and I could not help but watch them as they were so beautiful. I reached up and one landed on my finger. Its wings large and deep blue in color. He watched me, as I could not take my eyes from it.

“This creature changed just as you did,” he said to me.

“This is natural, I am not,” I said. He tilted his head and continued to talk to me.

“I will not lie and say that I am not intrigued with humans. I mean each of you are unique in your own way and you are independent. I think what I love the most is the will you have to protect and fight for what you believe in.”

The butterfly flew from my finger as the rest fluttered upward and out of sight. I let my eyes settle onto his.

“You need us. You have to feed on us to survive,” I said to him as he grinned, his lip curling up in the corner as if I had solved a puzzle. He turned and started to walk away from me as I followed him. I could not help but continue to speak to him as my mind tried to wrap itself around the truth.

“The truth is that you are just as demonic as Lucifer is, you just prefer to be more civilized about it. But in the end, you are as disgusting as him.”

He stopped and the sky started to darken over us as the rolling thunder returned and the lighting traced the large clouds overhead. He turned as his wings extended and they were as black as Lucifer’s and just as majestic. He grew taller, but he did not morph into a demon, he looked the same… just towered over me. I know if I was still human in any way, I would be fearful. But now, with vampire blood mixed inside of me, the courage almost seemed natural. He watched me as I stood my ground and did not look away.

“This is why I do not favor the vampire. Your lack of reasoning is tedious.”

“Am I right? I mean I have to say that I am.”

He leaned down and his smell was sweet and almost intoxicating.

“You are clever, but why do I have to tell you anything?”

“Because Lucifer is about to win this game you have going on with him and he will threaten your very existence.”

He tilted his head and then laughed, his laughter making him smaller as his wings retracted and disappeared behind him.

“Come now. I know my brother and this game, as you call it, has been one we have played for centuries. He has nothing on his side to make it tilt into his favor.”

He turned to walk away from me and I spoke, saying the only words that would stop him dead in his tracks.

“I had his son.”

He hesitated and then turned back to me. He was in my face before I could react to it and had his hand to my cheek as he drew the memories from me. I