The Angel's Devilry

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Dilara

I hear his words but it's as if they're traveling through a barrier of water, the sound muffled as it replays in my ears.

The fear is gone, only to be replaced by a slight prickle of unease

"What you mean 'get your hands on me'?" I question, my tone deadly quiet.

The whole room holds its breath, all of us at a standstill where not even the Devil dare speaks.

"What you mean 'get your hands on me'?" I repeat.

The Devil clasps his hands, finally snapping out of his silence. "There will be plenty of time for discussion my dear, but now is not it." He speaks as if I've just asked him his weekend plans. "I can assure you will be fully informed of all details regarding your extraction shortly. I think right now, it would be most beneficial for you to be shown to your room. Time for you to compose yourself and get some rest before dinner wouldn't hurt."

My eyes narrow. "So I'm a prisoner for the time being?" I clarify.

The brother with the shoulder length hair flashes his teeth, an attempt at either a grin or a predatory bearing of canines. I'm betting on the latter. "If it makes you feel better darling, you won't be confined to a cell." His silver gaze holds mine, his pupils dilating in excitement as he whispers his next words. "That is of course, only if you behave."

"Where, exactly, will I be confined?" I question, ignoring his taunt.

"You will take up residence in one of The Kingdom's luxury suites," boasts the Devil, as if it's a conciliation prize.

Does he play me as an idiot?

A small smirk tugs the corners of my mouth. "You mean to tell me you're granting your hostage access to Hell's finest amenities?"

One of the brothers let's out a startled cough. I don't bother looking to see which one i've managed to surprise— quite honestly, I don't fucking care.

The Devil's thin lips pull back into a smile that's anything but kind. "Carful my dear," he says with an edge of warning. "In this Kingdom, it will do you a great deal of good to learn to hold that sharp witted tongue. The demons that walk these halls will take notice of a brazen mouth angel, and I assure you they'll give you the attention you deserve, although I highly doubt you'll enjoy it."

I laugh, my feathers ruffled. "You mistake me for a fool. Don't assume i'm a stranger to demons just because I'm from Aracne. I'm well acquainted with them."

"We shall see about that," he muses.

Dismissing me, The Devil turns to addresses his sons. "Show her to her rooms," he orders. "I've seen quite enough of her."

I vast entryway, one that certainly wasn't there a moment ago, now carves out one of the rooms walls. How the fuck?

"Come," Seren demands, striding past me without so much as looking at me.

I stay rooted to the spot.

The brother with the shoulder length hair grabs my shoulder firmly, applying enough pressure to serve as a waning. "Walk."

As much as I want to defy him, the possibility of being able to sink into a bed is too good to pass out. I need sleep before I attempt to sort this all out.

"I'll walk if you get your hand off me," I hiss.

He releases me only to bring his lips to my ear. "You don't make the demands here darling," he whispers. "But it's turning me on how much you try."