He examined his long nails, looking bored. “Considering you won’t be here much longer.”
His eyes flicked up, gleaming at me from beneath his snow-white lashes. In this form, he was beautiful, and somehow, I got the gut feeling he was more dangerous than Lust, Envy, and maybe even Greed.
My eyes narrowed on him. “He’ll never give up.” I didn’t feel like arguing with any of these dickheads, especially over Belial’s obsession with me.
They would all see, and they would all pay.
Belphegor shoved his chair back, the legs scraping against the stone floor with a wail. Then, he trotted his way over, balancing on six-inch stilettos I would have broken my neck trying to walk in. All the while, the other demon lords observed quietly, making my skin crawl.
Belphegor stopped in front of us, towering over me with the added height, taking me in with those nearly black eyes.
“We’ll see about that.” He glared down his nose at me, a phantom smirk tugging at the corner of his plump lips. “There won’t be a point once you’re ingested anyway; he’s wasting his time.”
I swallowed hard. “Ingested?”
Oh, fuck. That’s what Mammon meant by me being the main course. This crazy fuck meant to literally eat me.
Was he going to plop me in the cauldron? Filet me in front of his servants? Eat me whole?
I wasn’t sure how he’d manage the last one, but I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Yes,” Belphegor confirmed with a huff. “It wasn’t my idea. Personally, I could think of moreentertainingways to get rid of you.”
“Enough,” Mammon snapped, cutting Belphegor off before thrusting the end of my chain at him. “I want you to get her ready.”
He might as well have been handing Belphegor a dirty diaper for the disgusted face he made. “Get her ready? You want me to tenderize the meat or something, Mammon?”
He chuckled darkly. “I cherish that demented mind of yours, but no. Bathe her; get her nice and clean.”
“I’m not your goddamn handmaid,” the white-haired demon seethed, snatching the chain from him. “If it wasn’t for that giant cock of yours, I’d tell you to make one of your filthy gremlins do it.”
“Aw, come on, Belly. Don’t be like that…” he cooed in a lovey-dovey tone that would have made me sick if I wasn’t already feeling nauseous, what with learning I was about to be eaten.
OhGod. That cauldron was for me. They intended to boil and eat me.
“Don’t.” The venom in Belphegor’s voice cut him off as he raised a slender, manicured finger. “I told you not to call me that.”
Mammon cackled and dropped his voice to a rumbly whisper. “You don’t seem to mind when I’m balls deep in that sweet ass of yours, brother.”
Rolling his eyes, Belphegor turned and dragged me through the hall, his eyes set on an iron door in the corner.
I wasn’t sure where he was taking me—from the outside, it didn’t look like there was much space for bedchambers or bathrooms—but I was relieved to be away from Mammon. The sheer heat pouring off his flaming wings had made my skin tender.
Whatever Belphegor meant by ‘more entertaining’ things to do with me, it had to be better than Mammon’s plans to haveme for dinner. It was the thinnest silver lining, but it was silver, nonetheless.
The iron door opened into a surprisingly wide corridor, which must have led out of the actual forge and into a castle I hadn’t seen on the way in. It was a little cooler here, but still hot enough to make me sweat. Much more of this, and I’d be half-boiled before I even reached the pot.
I expected us to walk in silence, but a steady stream of mumbling seemed to come from Belphegor as we turned down a second hallway.
“Such a waste,” he muttered, his long white hair dancing as he shook his head. “He has never been the brightest though.”
“Are you talking about Mammon?” I attempted conversation, eager for information. If I could find out something—anything—from Belphegor that might help me get out of this hell hole, I’d take it.
“Yes, he’s so…greedy.” Belphegor huffed a laugh. “As if that’s a surprise, but it has to behisway or no way.”
He shoved open a door to reveal an empty bedchamber, dragging me toward the ensuite. My stomach dropped, realizing Belphegor would be the one bathing me. I didn’t like that thought at all, especially not after all the other fucked up things his brothers had done to me.
“If you run, I’ll turn you into bloody confetti.” He flashed his manicured claws that would definitely slice me into ribbons. “Got it?”
