Copious amounts of blood streaked his thighs and ran down his goat legs, matting in their wiry fur. His six eyes were stark with the foulest loathing, and it was enough to make me laugh. If this form had skin on its skull, I'd even crack a smile.
“By blood and darkness,” I snickered. “Did she do that?”
My eyes dropped to the gaping wound between his thighs. Nothing but shredded skin hung over his uncomfortably large ballsack.
The look on his faces confirmed my suspicions. “My mate took your fucking cock.”
My gorgeous, brilliant, unholy terror of a mate had robbed a lust demon of what the humans would call his “money-maker.” The thought of Rayven’s face, lips, and chin wet with Asmodeus’ blood, thick beads of red streaking down her throat and peppering her perfect tits while the Lord of Lust screamed, holding the tattered vestiges of his manhood…
It made my cock hard, and it swelled enough for Asmodeus to notice.
“And they say I’m the fucking sadist,” the bull rumbled as the goat brayed.
It dawned on me then that the Lord of Lust would have had to do something truly fucked to push Rayven to that point. My maw snapped, saliva sprawling as I loomed over Asmodeus’ throne and unleashed a roar. “Where is she? What the fuck have you done to her. If you touched her, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” the demon challenged. “You already plan on killing me. At least I had a little fun first.”
Rage built in my core until I couldn’t contain myself for another breath. My hand snapped out, taking him by his middle throat with one hand and shoving my oar between his legs. The screech of agony would have burst my eardrums had I any in this form.
“Tell me where she is,” I hissed into his face as he screamed into mine. No more threats. I’d let his imagination fill in the blanks, all the ways I could make him suffer for kidnapping my most precious treasure.
“She…she jumped into the Styx before I could catch her. She’s probably with Vine or Leviathan now…”
Vine. The name had me seething. The Lord of Pride was a complete bastard, but he usually kept to himself. He didn’t like to acknowledge the existence of the other demon lords and was more reclusive than even me.
No soul passed through a realm without the master knowing of it. Would he have helped her? Doubtful. With any luck, she would be safe with Leviathan. Of my brothers, he was the only one I’d call a friend. He’d keep her safe for me until I came to collect her.
I continued to shove the oar into Asmodeus’ groin. His scream reached a whole new octave I didn’t know a growly demon like him could even hit as I rammed it inside him and stretched out the hole Rayven had made.
“Aw, what’s the problem, As? Don’t you love fucked up shit like this?” I drawled, my voice hard steel wrapped in silk. “Or are you just too chicken-shit to take what you dish out?”
The oar was speared deep enough inside him that it would have killed any other creature. All three of his mouths opened, gurgling blood and strangled whimpers of pain as his organs and flesh stretched around the invading object.
I laughed, taking pleasure in watching him suffer. “You know, I’ve always hated you. I’ve fantasized about killing you, but you’ve never given me a reason until now.”
“You—You’re a demon lord,” he sputtered. I didn’t flinch at the blood he spat onto the bleached bone of my skull. “The god of bones, of death. You have no business taking a mortal queen.”
“You forget, brother…” Using all my strength, I rammed the oar as deep as I could into him. The sound of skin tearing from the inside could be heard even above his screams. The lantern fell to the floor, blue fire catching on my cloak and engulfing me. “As the god of death, life is also mine to play with.Alllife….”
I was immune to my own flames, but Asmodeus was not. He writhed and thrashed as the flames consumed his entire body while the end of the oar made a grisly exit from the mouth of his center head. It was a horrific death, yet all I could do was laugh at the disturbing scene.
“Including yours.”
Chapter Sixteen
Rayven
A rustle outside thecage made my eyes snap open. It was probably just Leviathan, back to ogle me while I slept. That or possibly hand-feed me more oysters, but I needed a few more hours of unconsciousness to mentally prepare for whatever he had planned for me.
I promptly closed my eyes and remained still, pretending to be asleep, but then, a familiar voice sent a bolt of adrenaline through my veins.
“Rayven…”
That voice, that rumbling baritone as deep as Hell and as sweet as arsenic.
My eyes shot open to see a hooded figure with antlers decorated in silver chains approaching. He pulled back his hood,and the shadows receded, revealing Belial’s familiar masked face. He crouched beside the cage, and his black mask vanished in a spark of blue magic.
Reaching through the copper bars, his knuckle tenderly stroked my cheek.
