Lycan Soulmates #6: Wolves of the Dawn [18+]

Chapter 1

Chyronex's POV

I am scouting through Hell, on route to the birthing pit for demons. I spurned Lucifer even though I was a demoness. I hated the devil and his games most of all, I had been the target of his cruel meddling in the past.

Today the tables would turn.

If I can find the source of his demon spawn, I can stop the armies. Or at least, I can curse them, slow them down, or damage the process.

A hundred years taught me how important preventative measures were and how dangerous blindness could be.

I traverse the grey landscape full of dead trees and dull red wet ash soil, meanwhile I hum protection spells to myself and hold my ribbons close.

The moon was still in the sky in Hell, she was my guide forward.

I had a wish and the moonshine was pulsing me toward it.

"Moon guide me, hold my body and my eye steady," it's an easy chant to hone in my instincts, and so far Hell has been an empty sparce landscape. I thought it'd be teeming with demon spawn.

My bare feet squelch through the dirt as it gets wetter and wetter. I feel surges of heat wafting over a small hill up ahead, and I see distinct steam, frothing right before I see blood spurting from hell-geysers into the sky.

I freeze as I watch the red blood fly up, it's not just liquid but guts and gore mixed in – now raining back down to the soil.

I was accustomed to gore when my Mystifyers were feeling like some black magic, but it was a rare occasion, and now I know where all the sacrificed blood lands.

I guess that means I've made it.

Up ahead, I see a warning posted in the ground.

I skip closer to read it, written rough, itched into wood with a sharp object.

Restricted Birthig Lands. Cover tis groud at your wn peril, for tose who enter will be vaqished by the gardians of tis land. No excetins. No mercy.

There are a few spelling errors... haha... many... to be honest... I find it somewhat amusing.

What child guarded this land?

The sign was a farce.

Or an attempt at something.

But it does not deter I, a demoness and Draconess. My jaws could split in two whoever was guardian of this land.

I do not shift into my Dragon yet, however, because I can only cast my spells as a mortal.

I lift my ribbons so they do not trail across the mud, and I double wrap them around my forearms, tucking them in tightly. I wear one silver transparent ribbon wound all around my body. My hair isn't braided but long and free.

I didn't have time to be better prepared since I snuck out from my Mystifyer's bed. Fucking them into a coma was an effort and a half in itself. My legs were sore and my throat aches, but none of it will stop me in my risky search tonight.

I had not done something so foolish in over a century.

But now I dance past the sign.

At the top of the forbidden hill, under the moon's grace, I look over the birthing pits.

I see springs birthing freshly laid corpses, turning human rotting souls into walking demonized creatures. As bloody and blind monsters fresh out of hell's womb, they groan and walk around without senses, walking into trees aimlessly.