One of his heads snickered at the way I gagged, barely able to breathe around the invasion.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
My eyes lifted to meet his. His lips bowed at the hateful shadows roiling behind them. “Suck me, little queen.”
The mocking in his voice had liquid fire tearing through my veins.
He tasted like rancid flesh, and if I lived through this, I was scared I’d never be able to wash his taste from my mouth.
He’d warned me not to bite him…but if I died, what would become of my soul? It would probably still be here, trapped with him until Belial came. And Belialwouldcome for me, whether I was dead or not.
So, what was there to lose?
Before I could talk myself out of it, I bit down on the appendage—hard.
Asmodeus let out a roar loud enough to shake the nine realms, but I didn’t let up. I bit down again and again. Thick, viscousblood bloomed over my taste buds, washing away the taste of old cum and sweaty flesh.
He tried to scramble away from me, but it was too late. The final bite severed his flesh completely, and I felt it come loose in my mouth.
I spit out the chunk of severed meat along with a mouthful of blood. It streamed down my chin, dripping down my chest and peppering the floor at my knees.
My wide eyes pinged up to see the demon lord stumbling, falling backward onto his bed, pure shock etched into each of his sheet-white faces. He clutched the jagged bits of skin between his legs where his cock had been a second ago.
And just like that, I felt my power return. Even now, on my knees, covered in blood with a shriveled dick before me. Hell, especially now.
I rose to my feet, my lips slowly stretching into a manic grin. “And when Belial gets here, he’s going to remove your other heads. Isn’t it cute, the way we coordinate like that?”
Chapter Thirteen
Rayven
“You…fucking…bitch,” he bit outbetween whimpers of pain.
“Serves you right, you nasty fuck.”
I spit out another mouthful of blood at his feet then turned and ran for the door. I barreled into the hallway as I heard Asmodeus struggle to his feet behind me. I only had a few seconds to get a head start before he caught up.
I had to find a way out—now.
There was more carnage in the corridor. Blood and bones and soft blobs that looked a lot like rotting flesh were strewn all over the floor. If there were servants, they were nowhere to be seen.
There was only the eerie sensation that I was being watched, probably by the poor souls who were sentenced to spend the rest of their eternities here.
No wonder Belial didn’t like sending souls down the Styx to his brothers. Fading away inside a teapot didn’t seem like such a bad fate compared to this hellscape.
Asmodeus’ entire castle looked like something straight out of an old-school swords and sorcery movie, an old underground fortress that had been built into an ancient cavern. Spikes rose from the ground, one decorated with a male torso that had long since had its limbs removed. Another had a full skeleton, entrails wrapped around its neck like a scarf.
Okay. Fuck. This would all just have to go in the little box in the back of my mind, the same place I’d stuffed my run-in with the flesh-eating tree that nearly had me for lunch back in Belial’s labyrinth. This was no time to let the human emotions out.
Exit. That’s all I could afford to think about right now. Find a way out before Asmodeus could put his hands back on me.
Feet moving as quickly as they could carry me, I searched for an exit. I was exhausted from all the fucking running, but Asmodeus’ heavy footsteps behind me pushed me forward. Now that he couldn’t rape me, his punishments would probably get more creative. I was sure it would involve his macabre collection of medieval torture instruments.
The floors were uneven, and the halls were unnaturally tight in some places, feeling more like an elaborate cave system than an actual home.
It was strange and immediately disorienting, even more so than Belial’s castle. I made a right and hurried down a flight of steps carved into the stone, thankful for the torches burning along the corridors to light the way. There were no windows, no other lights.
Such a dim, lifeless miserable pit of a place. No wonder Holga was desperate to stay in Belial’s good graces; an eternity of servitude in Limbo was better than any amount of time here.
