My little human follows behind me as we step through the portal. His corpse lays across my shoulder, wet and smelling of urine.
If I wasn’t so pleased with the fact that he’s officially mine, I might show a bit of sympathy. What a way to go.
I did try to help. If it wasn’t for the universe fighting me so damn hard, I’d have been able to offer him a more dignified death.
We step out of the black and into the room Lucifer has so graciously given us to stay in for the time being.
“Where are we?” My little human asks, looking around the room as the portal disappears.
“We’re in Hell.” I turn to face him. “In Lucifer’s castle to be more precise.”
Onyx’s brows jump, fear shimmering in his eyes. “Lucifer. As in the king of Hell?”
“That very one.” I give him a stiff nod.
“We’re in the Devil’s house.” he whispers to himself, starting to pace. “Why?” he asks. “Why Hell? I was a good person. Sure I wasn’t perfect. But I wasn’t evil. I shouldn’t be in Hell.”
“And where else would you be?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
“Heaven?” he says. “I don’t know. But I know I don’t deserve to be here.”
Oh. Ohhh. My little human thinks he’s in Hell because he died. How hard did he hit his head?
“You do remember you made a deal with me, correct?”
“Yes.” he hisses out. “Trust me, I didn’t forget.”
“Then you should know I own your soul. Meaning I can do with it whatever I please. You are not in Hell because you died and deserved to be here. You’re in Hell because I brought you here. This is where I live.”
He blinks at me a few times, something not clicking inside that head of his. “So what, I just live in Hell now?” he asks.
“Correct.” I nod.
“With you?”
“Yes.” I nod again.
“In the Devil's home.”
“For now. Until I get us a place of our own.”
“Our own place?” he blinks at me slowly. “Me and you.”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh heavily, not having the patience to wait until his human mind processes what's happening.
“Let me put it all out there for you. You’re dead. Your soul is mine. You are mine. Mine to fuck, to care for, to protect. My mate. Mine.” The growl that rumbles in my chest has him visibly shuttering. “You will live with me. Warm my bed and my cock.” A slow grin curves on my lips. “Did you think by selling your soul to me, I’d just toss it away? No.” I step forward, reaching for his chin and frowning when my hand falls through it. “It would be a waste, My Little Human.”
“Hold up. Mate? What the fuck are you going on about? This isn’t some fantasy book, Bane. This is real life.”
“Yes.” I agree, stepping over to the bed. “It is real life.” I lay his body down.
“Nothing about this seems real.” He argues, stepping up next to me. He looks at his body and curses. “I’m fucking dead, in pissed soaked clothes, dick out on this bed!” He waves his hand towards his body.
“Mmhm.” I hum. “For a flaccid cock, it’s still quite impressive.”
“Stop looking at my dick!”
“For a man who let me rail him over a grave stone, you have no room to act all modest.” I chuckle. “Trust me Little Human, I’m going to become very well acquainted with your cock.”
