Bound to Earth

28: Hole In My Chest

Locks of chestnut hair fell into the demon's pale face. "Fuck. I did it." He laughed, prickly and cold. 

The shadows bent around the wind of the translucent portal behind him into different shapes.

I kept my eyes on the demon, not having to look up very high to meet his umber eyes and see the excitement in them. There was a moment of relief, where I knew it wasn't Krenari but Zilia, the Second Prince of hell. 

"Well that's a first." That didn't mean I couldn't piss him off.

He scowled down at me, before turning to the witch. "The bitch has a seal?"

Brynjar growled from the cages.

"Yes, Lord Krenari." The witch bowed deeply. "I did all as you instructed, but I can't keep the portal open for long. Our coven leader will be here in a few days, awaiting what you offered."

Zilia snarled and stepped up to the witch. "I am not Krenari. That fucker can go kill himself for all I care."

His own envious nature was too hard for him to ignore, taking his eyes off me for a second. But I wanted his eyes on me and off my mates. "I'm sure Krenari hasn't even spent a second thinking about you this past century. Hell, I'm sure he's thinking about me more."

"Token, be quiet." Valentino hissed at me.

Zilia glanced at the cells, then at Malachi. "Who are they?"

"Her mates." The witch took several steps back, her hands shaking with fear. When Zilia wasn't paying attention, she snuck up the stairs and out of the room with the rest of the witches, leaving me here with my mates. I was going to fuck that bitch up when I got my hands on her.

His eyebrows rose to his hairline. "Her mates?"

"What? Are you not getting enough love at home? Poor daddy, too busy playing with Krenari while mommy is too busy with daddy?" I grinned up at him.

"Bitch." His foot connected with my ribs, the cracking audible to all.

I slid on the ground a few feet, coughing and gasping for air.

Chains rattled throughout the room, but Malachi, the fucking idiot, spoke up. "Don't touch her, filthy demon."

Pain blinded me as I struggled to grasp my bearings. My illusion faltered, and at that moment, I knew my eyes glowed in vibrant ribbons of purple. I was in too much pain to care.

"Filthy demon?" Zilia snorted and dug a hand in my hair, jerking my head up to put my eyes on display. "You really don't know your mate then." He pulled at my hair. "She is a filthy pureblood demon. Worse, she was smuggled out of hell the day she was born and raised by none other than the Seventh Prince of Hell. My little sister here, should've been dead a century ago."

My nose cracked as he slammed my face into the cement, crouching down to mock me. "I will take so much pleasure in being the one to deliver you to our father on a silver platter."

I spat at him, taking pleasure, despite the pain, with seeing my blood smear across his face. 

He stood, settling his foot over my hand and slowly pressing weight and grinding down until the bones cracked. He didn't stop until I was a whimpering mess on the floor. I wouldn't scream, not for him.

Once again, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me towards the portal. I kicked and clawed, fighting with all I had left. I'd kill myself before I even let him drag me back to hell. My brother had died keeping me out and so would I.

But the asshole, Malachi, decided to open his mouth again. "I shouldn't be surprised you're related. You're both tiny, but I think Token is a few inches taller."