“Lord, you mean my Knights,” I quietly butt in.
“If I wanted you to speak, Lilith, I would reach down yourthroat and rip the words out myself,” he viciously snaps. His threat making me slightly aroused.
“Everything was going as planned, Lilith arrived in Purgatory first in an attempt to turn him, which failed. Then the Knights pulled the prisoner through the gate and I followed. After a little back and forth I saw an opportunity to get him to lose all control, which would normally have made him more vulnerable. I delivered a fatal wound to Frida, he lost control and shifted, wildly attacking, which wasn’t a problem. We were handling it without issue. But then something changed, an eerie calmness surrounded him and he changed into something I’ve never seen before.” Rathor pauses, then continues as all eyes are fixated on him.
“His fur changed to almost a void of color with how black it was where his wings connected. It looked like lightning piercing the void as he radiated divinity. Then he obliterated the Knights faster than any of them could react before turning his attention toward me and Lilith. I shifted and attacked, but every attack did nothing.”
He continues explaining what happened and how we escaped. Looking over the faces of the demons in the room a wave of fear swept over their faces except for our Lord. He stayed calm and collected, almost stoic.
“Lilith, is there anything you would like to add?” Lucifer asks once Rathor is done.
I nod. “My Lord, when I got to Purgatory I witnessed Evander kill the Archangel Uriel.” As soon as I said that the fear in the room turned to dread and a look of concern crossed Lucifer’s face.
“If that is true then Michael must be training him. We hadsome reports that not only were some of our beasts missing, and Belphegor has been missing for some time now. This explains a lot,” he mutters, then moves to the center of the room.
“This is how we are going to handle this, Beelzebub you will take however many legions and whoever you feel is necessary to kill Evander.”
“Yes, my Lord, it will be done,” he hisses.
“Lilith when Beelzebub is ready you will get the rest of your Knights together. Pick out beasts for each of them. Along with that, I have special weapons just for your Knights. Get with Hephaestus to collect them. Evander’s life ends now. Do you hear me, Beelzebub, NOW! I want his head on this table,” he snaps.
“Lord, I have some promising news.” Abaddon steps in.
“What is it?”
“Out of the fifteen angels that we captured, three were changed to demons and eight were tortured to death, in an attempt to corrupt them,” she replies.
“Well three is better than nothing I suppose. Lilith while Beelzebub is gathering his legions see if you can corrupt any of the remaining angels and if not kill all of them. I want the bodies strung up and put on display just outside the gate in Purgatory. Show my father and brothers what happens when you fuck with me,” he roars, in a fleeting moment of rage.
With those last words we all stand up and leave. Rathor and I head straight for the room where the remaining angels are being held. As we approach, their cries for help feed the lust in me like a raging fire.
When we walk in they are all strung up along the wall, bloodied, and bruised. The corpses of the others, scatteredacross the blood and gore covered floor, with a table in the middle of the room designed to restrain angels.
Looking at my remaining choices there are three males and a female for me to have some fun with.
“So who is going to be my first plaything?” I remark, walking around the room as a sly grin crosses my face.
“Go fuck yourself, you filth,” one of the male angels shouts.
“This one still has some fight left, let’s play with him.” I wave to Rathor and he walks over.
Undoing the shackles, he falls to the floor. I move over to him, drawing my dagger, then I raise his chin with my blade, so he is looking at me.
“Let’s see how long you last with me,” I giggle, motioning to Rathor. He grabs him by the throat, lifting him off of the ground as he struggles and kicks.
Rathor walks him over to the table, slamming him down as a painful gasp escapes him. He secures his wings with the shackles, as I strap his feet to the table. Finally we secure his wrists.
“Now that you’re all comfy, let’s see what we have going on here,” I say, running the tip of my dagger across his left arm to his chest.
Turning the blade, I dig it in about an inch and slowly drag it down the entire length of his arm. Hearing his screams, seeing the flesh separate as my blade cuts, feeling the blood run down my thigh, makes me so wet.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve had the pleasure of cutting into one of you,” I moan just before digging my dagger into his left ribcage, puncturing his lung. As he gasps for air I walk to the corner of the room, where I grab a spike and a hammer.
Walking around him, I toss Rathor the hammer and I grab ahold of his right wing fully extended it, then pin it to the floor with my foot. I drive the spike into the arm of his wing as he lets out a gurgling scream and Rathor slams the spike into the floor, pinning his wing in place.
The sound of his wet, bloody wing flapping against the spike, trying to be free, fills the room as I grab another spike and we do the same to his other wing.
“Let’s see if this one is ready to break,” I say, licking my lips as I walk back to the table. Sliding my tail across his chest, I find the open wound in his ribs and snake it inside. Shifting it around, his face becomes red with pain.
