He rolled his eyes, cleared his voice, and tried again. “Hand, please? This will help so that when you leave, any of us will be able to find the right car.”
“No paper for me to take? No ticket?” I was getting confused, but I should’ve figured that it would be magical in nature with all of these Other beings in one gathering. No humans could get this far on their own.
He beckoned me to place my hand on his head as he looked at me, exasperated. I obliged him, since it seemed like he wouldn’t leave me alone until I did it. Pushy little bastard. Once my hand curved around his skull, a burning sensation snaked up onto my palm. I yanked it away in pain.
“Ouch, motherfucker!”
The little gremlin sighed as a creepy satisfied smile crossed his face. He paused like he remembered what he was doing and nodded at me. “Your car has been registered. Please have fun tonight, sir.”
Then he turned away and went to another car to do it all over again. Weird. And I think that little fucker had liked it and that gave me the willies. I shook my hand, trying to get the sting of the burn off as it started to slowly regenerate the one layer of skin which had been burned away.
I got out and started to wander around. I’d secured my spot to fight Lillian for the last fight of the night when I called Nazadar earlier to make sure that I was the only one lined up to fight her, having him take out any of the competition. It meant that I had all this time to explore. I rubbed my hands together, excited by everything I was seeing. This was a playground for those who enjoyed blood, violence and sex. I saw a blood section in the corner, which had some vampires sucking on some necks.
Generally, humans didn’t really know about the supernatural world. We kept things from their eyes or set up wards and magic to deter them from finding our places. There was the occasional human who wandered into our world, and they were either killed or marked. For demons, they put a kind of magical brand on their humans, which allowed them to see all the things hidden by magic but also acted as a stamp of ownership. No supernatural being was to fuck with that human or else the demon had all rights to take out their vengeance on them. For Vampires, their humans had collars.
Since vampires needed blood to survive, they had taken ownership of all the blood banks and slaughterhouses in the human world. These places charged a vampire for animal or human blood orders and deliveries. Human blood had to be carefully and discreetly taken so they charged a high premium for that service. It made a sort of class system for those vampires that could afford it and those that couldn't.
For those vampires who were older and more powerful, they preferred to tap it right from the source and complained about the bagged blood, so they’d created collars. They acted the same as the demonic seals, where they indicated ownership of and protection for the human in their care.
Going in farther, I passed by the betting station that was filled with demons and Others putting in their bids for future fights. I skipped that because I never bet on a fight. As a fighter myself, it just wasn’t my thing. Fighting was an art form, a release, a way to test your strength and will. A violent dance between two beings. For me, betting on that was disrespectful to the fighters in the ring, but I understood that for those who watched only, it made for a more emotional connection to the fight if you had something riding on it. So it was a necessary evil in the world of fighting.
The crowd started to get denser as I got closer to the first cage, and I loved it. I loved using my huge stature to knock people out of my way, to show everyone here who the big dog was. I also enjoyed the few times I bumped into another who thought they could take me on, and we fought outside of the cage as a fight was still going on. It was addicting, this adrenaline, this hype, this overwhelming atmosphere of violence that vibrated across your skin, enticing you to participate, even if you were not the main event.
I got to the edge of the fight with no issues, much to my dismay, and watched a slag demon and a harpy demon go at each other. The slag was bigger and had more strength, but the harpy was fast and had a longer reach with her claws. The slag already had slashes all over his body, and the harpy had bruises along her torso from some hits, but both were still standing, rage running through their eyes and a quake in their limbs as they continued to go after each other.
As I was watching the two demons fight, which was a beautiful symphony between strength and speed, I caught some dark eyes on the opposite edge of the ring that called to me. These dark deep brown eyes sparkled with savagery and hunger that rivaled my own as they watched the fight before us, and something called me to them. Maybe it was the common bloodthirstiness I could feel from them or the excitement that shone in them, but I had to see who these eyes belonged to. I tilted my head to the side and was struck by the fiercest beauty I have ever seen in my existence.
Her long dark hair was pulled up into a slick ponytail, and she had perfect red pouty lips that would look stunning around my cock, staining it red, my favorite color. She was leaning against the cage, hands gripping the wire like she wanted to volley over the cage and show them how to make the most of this bloodbath.
I couldn't help licking my lips as I looked down at her body. She was in these sexy short cutoff jean shorts that looked like they had years of wear, fitting her like she was made in them. Paired with a white cropped top that looked like it was cut through the middle, but had thick strings of black leather that criss crossed over her gorgeous tits like they were the only thing keeping them in. The shirt's fabric just barely covered her nipples. The black leather jacket was in the moto style and completed the I-don’t-care-but-I-know-I’m-sexy-as-fuck look she was going for.
Her dark eyes lit up as they watched the cruel brutality of this fight. The thirst in her eyes spoke of years of bloodshed and violence. She looked like a fighter goddess among us. Like she was just here to make sure we were all doing right by her, by properly worshiping her existence with brutality, blood and war.
The harpy slashed the slag in the face, causing blood to spray onto the mat. The beauty licked her lips and let out a sigh of pleasure, her eyes dancing at the sight. I think both my heart and dick twitched, begging to be around this stunning creature in hopes that she would use that savage desire swirling in her eyes on us.
I couldn't help myself. My feet started to walk her way like she had an invisible line hooked into my body and she was tugging on it, reeling me to her side like a good little boy. But I would show her, even good little boys had a naughty streak.
Chapter 10
Ilovedthisplace.As soon as my designer boots hit the floor, my heart started pumping blood faster, making me feel alive in a whole different way. The screaming, the pushing, the smell of blood and sweat coating this place like perfume. Beings salivating at the mouth to see if the fighter they bet on won. It was all like a drug and it set my soul on fire. That was why I’d wanted to own a place like this. A place I could go to indulge in these kinds of urges. I might be Lucifer's daughter, the next in line for the throne, but I was also a downtown dirty bitch at heart.
This place was the closest I had to bringing Hell to the human plane while I tried to make this place my kingdom. Here, the demons, Others and a few humans knew I was queen B.
It also didn't hurt that places like this were just cesspools for yummy sin. Greed, Wrath, Pride, Lust, Envy, heck, even Gluttony showed its ugly head every once in a while. The only one that was never present here was Sloth. No one was lazy in the fighting pits or the dance floor. Not even in the VIP seats, where deals and takeovers were happening.
It was a demon/Other heaven. It made me smile every time I came here as it was something dear old Dad still hadn't accomplished in Hell. Demons tortured bad souls for food but sometimes they didn’t even have fun doing it. It was monotonous and repetitive, but here nothing was a guarantee. Also, sins tasted different when you consumed it from the living.
Ha! Take that, Lucifer!
As soon as I walked in tonight, I was told I had a contender and that he demanded to be my only opponent for the night. His only ask was that his name not be given to me until it was announced to the crowd. It intrigued me. This no-name, who thought he had a chance at beating me, refused to give me his name until we were to meet face to face. There was something primal and old world about it that spoke to me. That made me feel like maybe, just maybe, this fight might be different. Maybe I would finally be fighting someone worthy.
I almost laughed at that thought, but I decided that he could keep his secrets. It wouldn't matter much when we were in the cage, because I would win. I always won.
I started at the top, schmoozing the big boys who paid lots and lots of money to have their own private space. I talked to Deekahal, the demon who ran all the casinos on the west coast. He smoozed and prodded to make sure I was going to be in attendance for his grand opening of the Fire Pit, his new casino hotel that was demon themed.
He invited all the major players who were demons on this side of the realm and was boasting about how he could even have a couple of lower tier demons working for him out in the open because he could tell humans he had them all dressed up to play the part. It was going to be interesting to see, so I told him I had already RSVP’d… Well, Cass had, but it was on my schedule.
After talking to Thedious, the larger than life Wrath demon who all the mob bosses and criminal lords paid to keep Others and demons from taking over their areas, and Yanateetha, the seductress demon who was in charge of all the sex work happening in the United States, I decided I wanted to start having fun. So I went down to the pit.
