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Darkblood Prison : Demon At Large - Supernatural Prison Squad Series Book 3(6)
Author: G.K. DeRosa

“This must be Delacroix’s doing. He’s trying to prove to Lucifer I cannot control my own people.”

“Perhaps. The hellus demon has amassed quite a following during his tenure at Darkblood. He’s made his bid for your throne rather public.”

Darkblood Prison? For some reason, the penitentiary rang a bell.

“This ends tonight,” he snarled. “Let’s go.” My cousin increased his pace, and I hurried into step beside him. I’d never seen the great Thax in battle, but according to the servants, he was quite masterful at the art of war. I supposed that was how he secured his position as dark lord of the sixth realm. I could care less for such things, but my she-demon, she thirsted for not only souls, but also power.

“Who’s this Delacroix?” I finally asked, sidling up to my cousin.

“Upper-level demon, one of my underlings who’s become a particularly prickly thorn in my side.”

“But he’s in prison?”

Thax’s eyes widened, and he shot Remy a scathing glare. “For now,” he muttered.

The dark lord’s arm slapped across my chest as we reached a dilapidated old brownstone. Unlike its pristine neighbors, graffiti tattooed its exterior, cracked glass crisscrossed the windows and the front door barely hung on from its hinges.

“Let go,” I barked.

Remy moved in front of me and whispered, “Demonae venite.”

A curtain of black whooshed over my vision, and my head lolled back. A burst of dark energy filled my insides, a powerful waterfall rushing to every nook and cranny. I blinked to rid myself of the darkness, but it only intensified.

I could feel myself slipping, my consciousness giving up to hers—to my she-demon. I fought her for a second longer before I gave in. What did it matter anyway?

“Azara?”

My lids fluttered, and Remy’s weathered face coalesced before me. “What?”

“Are you hungry?”

I swallowed, and an intense dryness coated my throat. It was like the inside of my mouth was covered in sandpaper. The familiar hunger gnawed at my insides, and I could feel my golden irises melt away to the demon black.

My arm shot out, my fingers wrapping around Remy’s neck. He squirmed, but my demon was strong. I trapped him in my dark gaze, and his eyes immediately glassed over. Inching closer, my jaw unlocked and a whisper of blue vapor slid from my lips.

“Azara, no!” Thax’s booming voice tore my attention from my prey. His fingers wrapped around my arm, and he yanked me away. Gripping my shoulders, he forced my gaze to his. “How many times must I tell you, you cannot eat Remy or any of my staff.”

“Hungry,” I hissed.

He turned me toward the house. “There’s plenty for you in there. Take your pick—demon, human, or otherwise. You’ll find a veritable buffet of delectable souls.”

I wriggled free of his hold and darted toward the shabby entrance before he finished his sentence. The narkins had already broken down the splintered door, and shrieks filled the foyer as I hunted for my next meal.

My nostrils flared, the scent of blood filling the air. My cousin’s soldiers were brutal but effective. My hunger wasn’t for blood though; I thirsted for the essence of man. That was where his true power resided. And with each soul I consumed, I grew stronger.

A blerus demon zipped by, blood gushing from a deep gash in its third arm. I lunged to the left and kicked my leg out, sweeping his feet out from under him. In the past week, I’d discovered Thax wasn’t the only one with prowess on the battlefield. My memories might have been gone, but my body hadn’t forgotten how to fight.

Once the demon was down, I stood over him, locking his terrified eyes in my gaze. I bent forward and drew in a deep breath. A hazy red vapor seeped from his pressed lips. He struggled for only a moment before his head lolled back.

I sucked in greedily as his dark essence filled my own. Power coursed through my veins, the heady sensation dangerously addictive. I reveled in the intoxicating feeling as I drained the life out of the creature.

Next.

Hopping over the blerus’s still form, I scanned the chaos. The narkins had left a slew of bloodied corpses strewn across the lower level of the townhouse. My eyes landed on the staircase in the far corner. Perhaps I’d find the living upstairs.

Sidestepping the decomposing creatures as I headed for the steps, I considered my cousin’s earlier words. Someone was vying for his throne. If the idiot lost it, that wouldn’t bode well for me. I should be the one to take it from his slippery fingers. He was lying to me. Keeping something important from me. I’d make him pay as soon as I discovered what that was.

The decaying staircase creaked with each step. I sniffed the air as I crept up, and the distinctive scent of human swirled just beyond my nostrils. Yum, tasty. I hadn’t enjoyed a human soul since losing my memory, but based on their scent alone, Thax hadn’t exaggerated their sumptuous nature.

Reaching the second-floor landing, I turned the corner, following the thrilling perfume. Hunger clawed at my throat and filled my mouth with saliva. I could practically taste it already. It would be light, airy and completely enthralling, filled with hopes and dreams—and love. Human souls were the best because of their richness. It was a fact that somehow remained ingrained in my hazy memories.

I reached the door from which the captivating aroma emanated, and my fingers closed around the old knob. Tugging it open, my eyes landed on a girl huddled in the corner of the dark room. She sat on the floor with her knees to her chest, her eyes wide in horror.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she whimpered.

My she-demon laughed. “It won’t hurt a bit, darling.” It would be over so quickly, the young girl wouldn’t feel a thing. A pang of guilt streaked through my gut as I stalked forward. Odd. Tossing the unwanted emotion aside, I fixed my gaze on the human.

“Help!” she screamed. “Someone, help me!”

I erased the distance between us and locked her panicked irises to mine. “Shh… it’ll all be over soon.” I inched closer, and her lips parted without much coaxing. Her heart pounded so loud it echoed across my eardrums.

“Please, don’t,” she sobbed.

I cupped her cheeks and for the first time, really looked into her eyes. They were a light hazel with specks of dark green. A flicker of my pesky humanity fought its way to the surface. Don’t do it, Azara. Don’t kill the innocent girl.

But I had to.

I breathed in, and her delicious soul practically leapt from her clenched lips.

Loud footfalls barely registered from down the hall as I continued to consume, her warm soul igniting sensations I hadn’t felt since I’d awoken. My eyes closed, and I released a contented sigh as her light filled me.

“In here!” A male voice echoed behind me.

More approaching footfalls. I pushed the intruding thoughts away and focused on the invigorating high of the feed.

“Azara? Azara is that you?” The deep timbre of a male voice stopped my heart. I released my hold on the girl’s soul and spun toward the familiar sound. A pair of smoldering silver irises bored into me. A colossal rock sank to the pit of my stomach as I stared at the eyes that haunted my days and plagued my nights.

“Who are you?” My gaze raked over the massive shifter. “How do you know me?”

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