And Catherine. Oh, Gods.Catherine. Seeing her face again did nothing but stir up painful memories. There was a reason why I’d laid her body to rest in her family tomb, but I’d been a selfish bastard and held on to her soul. For what?
I could have made her a book in the Library of Souls with all her favorite memories…the ones without me in them. I could have put her soul to rest within the pages Cecil would carefully attend for the rest of eternity.
But no, I’d been too bitter to give her that.
Now, it appeared as though Belphegor had managed to extract her soul from the dagger and use her to torture Rayven.
“What have you done to them?”
I could barely keep my voice straight. Rage ate at me like a wildfire, consuming everything. Any detail of this fucked up scene I’d walked into was enough for me to tear down this entire realm with my bare claws. The bruises on Catherine’s body. Theway Rayven was manacled to the bed, naked and shivering. The wet sheen covering Belphegor’s poorly crafted emulation of my cock.
He’d raped at least one of them.
I stormed further into the room, eyes frantically scanning Rayven’s body for any signs of abuse. Since her soul was in my possession, I could feel her pain, but maybe it was just emotional torment—Belphegor’s specialty—I felt bleeding through the bond.
My eyes frantically scanned Rayven’s body, looking for bruises. Handprints. The telltale sheen of cum. I lurched toward the bed, and Belphegor immediately scrambled back onto the mattress, crouching over Rayven.
Something primal and ancient clawed at me, and I roared at the other demon in warning. The shapeshifter only snickered as he gripped Catherine’s dagger and brought it to Rayven’s throat.
“One more step, and you get to see me slit her throat.” He pursed my scarred lips in mock contemplation. “Hmm. You know what? Now that you’re here, we can makethismuch more interesting.”
His form shifted, my familiar features melting away as he shifted and contorted into a larger shape. His shoulders broadened, two extra heads sprouting from them. A few seconds later, I was staring at Asmodeus’ likeness—at least, what he’d looked like before I charred him to a crisp.
“I can slit her throat and fuck the hole, maybe hear what pretty gurgling sounds she makes,” Asmodeus’ annoying ass voice teased.
I snarled at him, the flames in my eyes leaping high, and he laughed, donning a cocky smile I knew well. “No? Too kinky for you? Alright, Lord of Bones…”
Belphegor’s shape was changing again, taking on a new form. My faint pulse—the one I barely remembered I had—slammedagainst my sternum as I watched the Lord of Gluttony take on the perfect likeness of my human.
He had the same long, black hair, the same doe eyes. He even had the same plush, fuckable lips. The same piercings decorated her body—a loop through her septum and the little bars of metal adorning her nipples, only in place of the silver barbells, they were bronze—Belphegor’s metal.
“What about this?” He stretched over Rayven with feline finesse, a dastardly smile bowing those lips that had haunted every part of my mind for the last week. “Does this make your dick hard, brother?”
He arched his spine, his tits pressing against Rayven’s while he stooped to kiss her lips.
She bit his lower lip, drawing blood. It dripped down his chin—her chin—and peppered her sneering face. “Fuck you.”
“That’s exactly what we were going to do before we were interrupted, little rat. But maybe your Lord would like to join in.”
He turned his body, exposing his version of Rayven’s pussy to me. I didn’t like how similar they were. That meant he’d gotten close enough to get the details down.
The disturbed ways I imagined killing him would make a medieval torture master blush.
My mind spun as I ran through all the ways I could kill him, but each one of them risked him slitting her throat. I could bring her back to life, but the magic was tricky and painful.
I didn’t want her to hurt more than she already had. Not like this.
“What do you want from me, Belphegor?”
The demon’s eyes lit up. Thinking he’d already won, he sat up on Rayven’s tummy, thighs clamped around her waist, and gave an excited little wiggle. Seeing the body I craved straddling the woman I loved was doing strange things to me.
That was exactly what the bastard intended, though, so I kept my attention focused on Rayven’s real face. She was looking at me, tears filling her angry glare. “Don’t give him shit, Belial. He’s just going to trick you.”
“It’s all right, grave treasure. Everything is going to be all right.” My attention dropped to Catherine’s body on the ground. She’d gone completely still, undoubtedly unconscious, but I added on a “both of you” just in case she could hear me.
“Grave treasure?” Belphegor sneered at the nickname for my human. “More like tomb rat. But I suppose I can see your obsession with her. Her screamsaredelicious.”
“Tell me what the fuck you want,” I repeated on a growl, even though I already knew the answer. If I kept him talking, I bought time until I could get him away from Rayven and kill him.
