Lucifer grasped both my breasts in his hands, as I bucked my hips back and forth to take them both. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body, my legs trembling, and an unruly orgasm ripping through my body.
I threw my arms around Lucifer’s shoulders, pressing my breasts against his chest and letting them both fuck me as hard as they wanted until they came inside of me.
“Are you coming back to Hell with us, Dani?” Lucifer asked after we walked out of the Lounge and into the alleyway near, where the portal could be opened. Two large demons stood near the back of the building, using their magic to create a black mist against the red brick wall.
I squeezed Eros’s hand. “I’m going to stay for a bit. I need some time to think.”
“We need to talk about your vision when you get home.” Eros tugged me in for a kiss and curled his fingers into my hips, his scent of cinnamon drifting heavily in the air between us. “No putting it off like you did last time.”
“Promise.” I wrapped my pinky finger around his, smiling as snowflakes melted in his dark brown hair. “And we need to talk about Trevon too.”
“Trevon?” Eros asked, brows furrowed. After I gave him that I really don’t want to talk about it right now look, he locked his pinky around mine and nodded. “We’ll talk about him. But don’t stay out too late. You’re Queen now. You have duties.”
After kissing me once more and making Lucifer roll his icy blue eyes, Eros disappeared through the back alley portal to Hell with Lucifer. I stuffed my hands into my pockets, sank further down in my coat, and walked down the slushy street.
A sheet of white clouds laid upon the sky, hovering over the city. Street lights blinked and flickered above me. I didn’t have a specific place in mind to visit, but wanted to roam for a bit in my old familiar world. The one down below was too stressful to even think straight sometimes. It was nice to interact with humans who didn’t quite believe in devils and angels and wandered around without a care in the world.
Once I passed Ollie’s Diner, I stopped at the corner and glanced down Fourth Street where Mom was murdered. A car’s tail lights reminded me of those raging red eyes of the woman who had slaughtered her in cold blood. Memories flashed through my mind of the hallowing days that followed, wondering when I’d see her again, if that killer was going to find me and kill me too, if I’d ever see her killer die by my hands.
A tear slid down my cheek, and I pushed it away. One day I would find her and torture her until I thought she had enough. I didn’t care if I had to hurt her for millennia. She would receive what she dealt out to the world. And I knew just the place to start my hunt for her: Wrath.
Only Wraths had eyes as sanguine as hers.
Biast might know something. It was a long shot, but it’d be worth it.
I brushed my fingers across my family ring and suppressed the urge to scream for her to come find me here, for her to try to kill me in the street like she wanted to that day over two decades ago.
“You can’t just stop in the middle of the sidewalk. People are trying to walk.” A woman shoved past me, sending me nearly stumbling over in the snow. I cursed at her under my breath and decided to continue past Fourth street, the holiday music from the skating rink drifting down the roads.
I walked toward the music, finding a sense of serenity in it, and grabbed a hot chocolate from the stands Dr. U and I worked at a week ago, before my life turned upside down. Sitting down on a metal bench, I smiled at the families skating on the ice and wished that could be me.
Young children laughed with their parents on the ice. Teenage couples held hands and spun around in circles. Even some older couples shakily took the ice with each other. With the snow drifting down softly and the moon glinting above, everything seemed so peaceful here.
This place always felt so serene, angelic almost.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A young, handsome man sat down beside me. Pale face, medium-length black hair parted right down the middle, and dark brown eyes, he looked over and gave me the softest of smiles, nothing but innocence on his face.
For some ungodly reason, the demons in my mind started to growl and claw at my insides, pleading at me to let them free, demanding that I kill the man sitting next to me while I had a chance. I closed my eyes, begging them to shut up for a moment, and forced myself to smile back at him.
“It is,” I said, opening my eyes.
Something about being in this man’s presence made me feel… guilty for what I had done this morning, for killing tens of demons, sucking their souls, letting them become part of me, and destroying any hope of living on their own again.
I sipped my hot chocolate, tearing my eyes away from his lovely brown ones and staring emptily back at the ice skaters. Maybe I didn’t deserve to even wish that I had my old life back. By becoming Queen of Lust, I had hurt so many people—both innocent and not.
“Don’t feel guilty about what happened, Dani. Everyone makes mistakes.”
My eyes widened slightly, and I narrowed my eyes at him and sat up straight. How did this man know my name? Who was he? And how could he have known what I’ve done? He surely wasn’t a demon, at least not with a serene smile like his.
“How do you know my name?” I whispered.
He leaned closer to me, eyes glimmering white. “Let’s just say that you’re popular in Heaven.”
6
“You’re from Heaven?” I asked, standing and taking a cautious step away from him.
Though I might’ve trusted him for the brief two minutes I knew him, I narrowed my eyes and felt a lot more hesitant now. There were far too many people who wanted to get close to me just to hurt me, and an angel showing up after I was crowned queen was too coincidental.
The angel stood beside me and smiled. “No need to worry.”
Looking him up and down, I tried to determine if this man was deceiving me or not. Maeve had changed me to be better, stronger, and smarter. I didn’t blindly trust anyone who claimed to be from Hell or from Heaven. For all I know, this man could’ve been a Wrath, because he didn’t look like an angel at all with his muscular frame and brown eyes, almost a black color.
“What’s your name?” I asked warily.
“Minseok.”
After staring at him for a couple more moments, I turned my attention back to the skating rink and watched a father pick up his fallen four-year-old daughter off the ice. “Sorry, I don’t believe it.”
“If you want to ask Mother what my name is, be my guest,” he said, lips curled up into a soft smile, then chuckled as if this was all meant to be one big joke. “You know, I’d prefer she name me something that lasted throughout the centuries like Fujio or Enji. Something cool, you know. But I got stuck with Minseok.”
I cut my gaze to him. “You’re really an angel?”
He nodded, eyes glowing even whiter. “You don’t believe me?”
“No.”
He stepped closer, and I moved back. “I want to show you who I am.”
“You can show me from there,” I said, staring him down and trying to intimidate him with my fangs and eyes that I could feel were being consumed with the darkness. While I might’ve been half-angel, I had never spoken to one like this before, except Mom, of course.