Secret Confessions (Book 1)

Angeldust

~ WARNING: This chapter
contains slight gore and blood. ~

Guys, this chapter and the next one will be short, but again, all of this is building up to something. I promise!

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Head throbbing, pain slices from my wrists and up my arms. I groan, slowly peeling my eyes open to reveal nothing but darkness. Smacking my dry lips, I blink a few times to get rid of the dancing black spots.

A flood of memories overwhelms my tired brain and I jolt upright, heart jumping in terror.

I was at the club with Alastor, having just told him how I feel, and was jumped by two buff dudes who shot Alastor with a drugging dart, tied my wrists with rope, and bashed me upside the head when I refused to go quietly.

Where da fuck am I?

Eyes sweeping the dim room, I struggle to figure it out. This has to be Val. He already sent henchmen and Vox last time to retrieve me. It makes sense.

Dirty rotten bastard!

I refuse to make it easy for him. I will not go back to whoring. I won't!

Rubbing my sore wrists - which are now rope free - I slide out of the bed I was carelessly thrown onto when I was passed out, and cautiously walk around it.

A sturdy wood desk and fluffy carpet is all I can make out in the dim light. Grumbling, I march over to the window and throw open the curtains to be met with a bizzare sight.

Hell looks like Hell... but doesn't.

Instead of a deep crimson sky, it's a dark sapphire blue. The pentagrams are a baby blue and glowing like a neon sign. Gaping, I observe the streets below.

Demons of all shapes and sizes walk on sidewalks, tipping hats and nodding in greeting. There is no garbage or filth littering the streets and everything is too bright. Buildings that weren't there before, tower above others, gently kissing the blue sky.

It's formal. It's decent.
It's... nauseating.

Oh my God.

My first night with Blueberry, he spoke of the Dimension he comes from. A dimension that is better and slightly peaceful.

Blue sky. Decent demons. Hardly any crime. No grime or filth.

This... This is the Lilith Dimension.

I don't think Val is da one that kidnapped me.

Turning to take in the impossibly bright blue room behind me, confirms my suspicions.

Holy Shit!

Sharp muffled voices suddenly sound outside the bedroom door and I hurry over to the bed, tossing myself onto it and pretending to be asleep.

"The order was to bring him to me unharmed." A door opens and an all too familiar staticy voice rings throughout the room. "Tell me, does that look unharmed to you?!?"

Blueberry.

"He fought with surprising strength and wouldn't go quietly, so we tied his hands and knocked him out." Says a deep mumbling voice.

"You did what?!?" Blueberry screeches and the sound of a disgusting wet squelch echoes.

I peek through my lashes and blanch. Blueberry is standing over the body of a demon that most likely the one that was talking a moment earlier. Black hair twining around his fist, he holds up the guy's head with a sneer of distain. Black blood coats his hand, soaking his glove, and his blue suit is splattered with chunks of gore.

"How dare you harm my beloved." Blueberry mutters and tosses the head across the room, smile sharpening as it hits the wall.

I watch through barely open eyes in growing horror as he draws near and sits on the edge of the bed, eyes softening as they glance down at me. With one hand, he tucks a curl behind my head, leaving behind a smear of blood, and leans in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"How I have missed you, Anthony." He murmurs.

My heart skips a beat at the sweet sentiment. I know it's Blueberry, but he sounds so much like Alastor in every way. The slight hiss of static. Barely audible popping behind every uttered word. Right down to the intoxicating musky smell that is Alastor.

It's almost like, if I close my eyes, I can imagine it's Alastor. My Alastor. My Albert.

I want to stop the whimper of pain building in my throat, but it escapes before I can stop it.

"Are you awake, my Angel?" Blueberry asks and I can feel a hand on my cheek.

"Why did ya do this?" The question jumps from my mouth before I can stop it. "Why take me from him and bring me here?"

"Because you belong with me, my dear." Even with my eyes shut tight, I can feel his scorching gaze on me, hear the possessiveness in his tone.

"But... I was finally happy." A sob tears from my throat and I draw my legs up to my chest, burying my face in my knees.

My heartbroken confession is met with deafening silence.