“Damn straight,” I agreed. I would tear Heaven apart with my bare hands if Yahweh tried to take her away from me.
“Well, I’m the Devil, so I guess God’s little plan for me worked.”
—LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, LUCIFER
Iwoke up to find myself still naked and lying against an equally naked Ramel. At some point, he had crawled behind me and positioned me between his legs. He was sitting up and had his arms wrapped around me. He was working on a laptop that he had propped on top of me, basically using me as a human table.
Fuckme.
My arms were still chained to the bed, and I could no longer feel my fingers.
I forced myself not to jerk against the chains as I came to and pretended I was still asleep. I had a feeling the second my demon knew I was awake, he would begin tormenting me again, and I needed a second tothink.
There had to be a way out of this, there had to be. I just hadn’t thought of it yet. How was I going to escape?
Funny, Lilith. How are you going to escape Hell and the obsessions of literal Satan? You’re fucking delulu.
I told the mean voice to shut up and nearly shook my head to clear it. Even if it was hopeless, I had to try. There was no way I was just going to submit to an eternity of being abused by these two assholes. I would fight them every step of the way. I just had to be smart about it.
Ipeeked under my eyelashes at what Ramel was doing on the laptop. He had sexy hands, which was a fucked up thing for me to think, considering how many times he had hurt me with them. Still, his long tattooed fingers were dripping in silver rings. The goat head ring now made more sense than ever. It was the symbol of the antichrist.
God help me. I nearly winced, nevermind, fuck that guy too. Nothing was more disheartening than knowing that God existed and was still letting this all happen to me. He was just as bad as Ramel and Shem as far as I was concerned.
Ramel seemed to be looking at scans of ancient texts. Some of them looked biblical, others seemed to be filled with hieroglyphs.
“You won’t find anything. There’s nothing in human texts that document it,” I heard Shem say from the other side of the room. I tried my best not to tense, not wanting Ramel to know I was awake.
“Well fuck, I need to do something. Maybe if I know what He’s keeping from me, we can use it against Him,” Ramel said, double-clicking into a scan of an ancient piece of parchment filled with Hebrew script.
“I don’t think so, man. It’s just going to bum you out.”
Ramel snarled and slammed the laptop shut, sliding it off of me. He shifted beneath me to face the direction Shem’s voice had come from.
“I need to know. I hate that you can’t just fucking tell me.”
“Let’s go to the library today. I can’t tell you, but maybe I canaccidentallyknock some shit off shelves, and you canaccidentallyfind them.”
“I fucking love you, Hazai,” Ramel said, tugging me closer to him like I was some sort of pet. He kissed the side of my head and inhaled deeply. I shuddered. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did that just make my clit ache?
“You need to untie her. She’s mortal; she’s going to lose circulation in her hands if we leave her like that much longer,” Shem said. I peeked out from behind my lashes to find him sitting at the chess table by the window, playing a round against himself.
He was shirtless and backlit by the viridian light of the fireplace. He was pretty covered in tattoos as well, though his were more patchwork than Ramel’s. In addition to the block of text tattooed on the inside of his left arm, I could make out an Anubis on his shoulder and a scarab beetle in the center of his chest.
“I don’t trust her running around here on her own yet. She’s going to try to escape,” Ramel said, lazily running his hand over my breast. He paused to rub his finger over the tip of my nipple, and I felt him smile against me as my body reacted to his gentle touch.
“You love it when she tries to escape,” Shem pointed out. He smirked at the chessboard as he made another move. “Maybe we can make it a game. A test? We untie her and give her some freedom, but there will be rules.”
“I love the way your twisted little mind works, Shemhazai,” Ramel purred against me. I yelped as he abruptly clapped his hand on the side of my face.
“Wake up, Lilith. We’re going to play a game.”
I groaned and shifted in Ramel’s lap. The movement made me clench, and I realized that the plug was still in my ass. And Shem had been right, my arms were fucking killing me.
“My arms…” I moaned, and Shem glanced up from his chess game, looking concerned.
“Fuck,” Ramel said. I could have sworn he sounded worried. He slid out from beneath me and rotated my hand in its cuff, frowning as he did so.
“Your hands are freezing. Can you feel this, deathtrap?” he asked, gently rolling my fingers into a fist. I nodded and swallowed.
