The devil laughed, so long that I scowled up at the bastard.
"Alright, don't be patronising. I have a life. Ido."
I yelped when his hand moved suddenly, lifting me until I was on the same level as his eyes. Oh, holy fucking hell, his head was crazy enormous. I swallowed, a chill moving down my spine at the sheersizeof him.
Note to self: stop being a brat with the devil, he could literally snap you in a heartbeat.
"Your life is here," he argued. "In Hell. Unless you'd rather return to Earth, where Eidolon will hunt you and kill you to collapse my realm." He shrugged, and I screamed, throwing my arms out for stability until his hand steadied. "That's no life at all. You need to stay here where you'll be worshipped, where everything you could ever desire is at your fingertips, and no one woulddareharm a single hair on your head."
I swallowed. Ooookay, he was a little manic for my liking. My heart beat faster with unease, even if my pussy was soaking my ruined jeans.
"All the power you could ever desire will be yours," the devil went on in a seductive purr.
Fuck, I did love power. I looked down at the massacre.
"Yes, my beautiful, broken girl. All that blood is yours. All for you," he murmured, hot breath lifting pink, blue, and purple hair from my shoulders. Ugh, it was crusted with blood and matted from my kidnapping and torture session. Not a sexy look.
Wait. This massacre was forme?I stared from the mess of gore to the devil's huge, monstrous face.
"Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion, wondering how the fuck I was going to get down and escape this room. Staying in Hell was my only plan right now, my only way to stay off Dad's radar, but that didn't mean I had to live the rest of my life in the devil's clutches. Literally. "What do you want?"
His sigh blasted the hair out of my face and sent a shudder chasing cold down my spine. "These people are dead because they betrayed me, and becauseyouwere almost dead when I caught you. Their deaths prevented yours. Would you like more death, babygirl?"
The correct answer was no. Right? But I hesitated, swallowing, tasting blood on my tongue. My heart raced.
"Damalis!" the devil called, loud enough that I flinched and ducked low in his hand. It was still trippy as hell that I wasin his hand.A single finger was almost bigger than my whole fucking body.
Peering between his rich crimson fingers when wood creaked, I watched a set of tall double doors open at the far end of the room. A woman with long, black hair and caramel skin walked in, her black figure-hugging dress making me instantly envious of her style. She looked strangely normal for a demon. Well, except for the long, sleek tail that followed her into the throne room.
"Bring in the next legion," the devil commanded, his voice so much harsher than it had been a second ago. I realised he'd been … soft with me. Gentle. And I didn't knowwhy. Because I killed people?
There had to be more to it than that.
"Yes, sir," the black-haired woman agreed with a clipped nod. She spun on her high heels and snapped a command in a demonic language I never learned.
As I watched, my curiosity raging, a parade of men and women were led into the room. No chains held them, no guards forced them in.
"Why aren't they running? Are they idiots?" I asked.
The devil chuckled. "There's no way out of Hell. Once you're here, you're here forever. And wherever you go, the devil will always find you."
That was a cheery thought. There was no way out. The devil was obsessed with me. And hundreds of people had been slaughtered to give me power for some unknown, mysterious reason.
I survived a fucking lot in my twenty years, but I couldn't think of a way out of this.
"I told you," he rumbled, watching me, "I'm keeping you forever. And I intend to treat you so well you'll never want to leave. Watch," he ordered, jerking his giant, horned head at the hundred people walking deeper in the room.
Their feet squelched through squishy red stuff, and bones cracked as they trampled broken bodies. I tensed like I’d been struck by lightning, a deep throb of pleasure in my clit.
I bit my bottom lip when the devil let out a pleased sound, vibrations travelling through his hand to my whole body. I knew he was doing it on purpose, but fuck—the blood, the power, the vibrations … it all feltamazing.
I watched, like he ordered, as the men and women arranged themselves into rows, as if they'd been trained in choreography. Even their footsteps were rhythmic, simultaneous.
"How would you like it, babygirl?" the devil purred, making my breath catch.
A thousand dirty scenarios ran through my mind, my breathing coming faster, choppier.
"Should I explode them so their insides cover the walls? Should I make them tear each other limb from limb? Should they use magic, or knives, or batons?"
