Laughing with glee, I sliced my power through Vincent's left wing. "Your angel," I yelled over Vincent's screams as blood spurted from the open wounds. "Likes his conquests under legal age and kill..." At a loss, I looked back at the howling angel. "Whatdoyou like to kill?"
His screams turned to sobs. "No, no. Keep screaming for me, Vincent. I like to hear your pain."
A true statement. His cries of anguish bolstered me and helped me remember exactly who I was. I wasn't just the Archangel that Fell with Lucifer. I wasn't just the wife of Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer.
I wasn't as involved these days as I once had been, thanks to bureaucracy, but at my very core, I was the Queen of Abaddon. I rebelled with Lucifer. Not behind him. Not in support of him.Withhim.
With a gleeful laugh, I twisted my hand, and my power grabbed Vincent's pitiful dick, ripping it from his body as more blood poured out onto the ground.
"His soul is brown, gray, and red," I explained to Joel as Vincent went white with shock. "It belongs to me." With a final burst of power—a drop in the bucket of the inferno inside me—I ripped Vincent's body apart into millions of pieces. His screams snapped into a jolt of silence.
As his soul tried to flee, I captured it in a bubble of magic.
"See?" I floated the bubble close to Joel so he could witness the despicable colors of Vincent's soul. "He's a bad boy."
Joel stared at me in utter and complete shock. "But you're human," he exclaimed.
9
"Dear Joel." I chuckled at the still-incredulous expression on our new friend's face. "Am I ever truly human?"
He mouthed a few times. "I guess not."
"It just took me a while to see it,” I said.
Lucifer cut off our conversation by grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. "I need to speak to you alone." His low voice sounded urgent.
I nodded. "Joel, as long as I'm alive, his soul will not be able to leave that bubble, no matter what anyone does to it. Only God could save him now. Would you find a safe place in Heaven to keep him until we sort out Abaddon? I won't have this soul roaming free on Earth." He was one of the darkest I'd seen, rivaled only by Hitler and other men of his ilk.
Vincent's soul had more blood on it than most, because he may not have killed millions at once as Hitler did, but he'd killed or hurt unknown numbers over the thousands of years he'd been alive.
Joel's shocked eyes darkened as he looked at Vincent's soul, churning around in the bubble of power. "I will. It will await you when you are free to take it back."
"Thank you, friend." I patted him on the arm with a bloody hand. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I'd gotten so much of his blood on me." Looking around, I realized we were all covered in the blood of the dead angel. "Whoops."
"Now," Lucifer said.
I gave him a curious look. "Excuse us." I popped us into our bedroom, the one we'd shared as Lucian and Connie. "What is it?"
Lucifer didn't reply. He grabbed my shirt and yanked it apart. Buttons went flying across the room. His mouth crashed into mine, and he pushed the soft flannel top off my shoulders.
Desire washed over me, mingling with the bloodlust still coursing through my veins. My newly released powers danced through my desire, heightening it and encouraging it to spread. Within seconds, my panties were soaked with need and my nipples puckered under my bra like pebbles cold from a riverbed.
Luc had my bra unclasped in seconds and his mouth on my nipples. I started to unbutton his shirt, then remembered I had my powers back. I burned the clothes off his body the way I had Vincent's, then removed my pants and panties the same way.
Lucifer roared his pleasure when he popped his mouth off my nipple and realized we were both naked. "I missed our powers," he said. Grabbing my waist, he picked me up. As I wrapped my legs around him and braced myself on his shoulders, I realized I still had the blood of the angel I'd destroyed on my hands.
"Do you want to wash off?" I asked.
Lucifer growled into my throat as he laid me on the bed. His cock slipped inside me, perfectly positioned, as I went down. He wasted no time, pounding into me with abandon. "That was the hottest thing I've seen you do in five hundred years."
After speaking those words, he lost himself in my body. I cried out my pleasure as a deep orgasm built inside me. The kind that would leave me relaxed after. It would wash away my panic, my anxiety, and leave me calm and more rational.
A cleansing fuck.
Lucifer was having a different sort of experience; I was pretty sure. As the head of his cock tortured my g-spot and built my release, he roared and grabbed my tits. "You're fucking amazing. All that power."
The pleasure-pain of his large hands grasping my breasts for leverage as he slammed in and out of my pussy added to my growing crescendo. Crying out, all I had to do was hang on for dear life as Luc did all the work.
