Chapter 2
Ethan
The girl was smoking hot. The kind of hot that made him sure he going a little senile, because he couldn’t have possibly heard right. Satan? What kind of person brings the devil into this?
“Dude, you’re crazy.”
Ethan watched the girl with the hazel eyes stare him up and down, her eyes sparkled, and something in his gut twisted. Seriously, ‘Ethan, get a fucking hold of your libido. And brains. Yeah, brains would be great right now.’
“Ethan Micheals, I am not and will never be, A dude. As you can see, I have breasts and a females anatomy.”
Oh hell. Shit. Crap. She defenetly had breasts, one he wanted to explore under all those clothes. But shitty shit, he was seriously losing his control. Did he have any from the start?
“So, what about the Devil?”
The whole Devil thing must be a joke. His way of trying to cool himself off was to remind himself that she was crazy. He couldn’t be attracted to a nut job. Could he?
Oh his head was saying what he was attracted to. And that head didn’t really hold any brains.
“He wants you.”
“Yes, You’ve already said that. Err-?”
“I am called Veela. But a simple ‘Vee’ could suffice. I’ve heard that this is a strange name to have in the mortal realm.”
“Uhh, well maybe.—“
“Satan wants to see you. NOW.”
Her eyes were lighter, almost white, and he held himself on his feet by pure stubbornness. He couldn’t help a small whimper though. He was going to die. He knew it, as he had for all those years. He was going to die, because he’s body couldn’t hold out any longer.
Then he felt Veela come near, breathed on his parted lips that formed a silent “O” and everything went black.
Veela
Oh, he tasted sweet. Sweeter than any nectar she ever had. He was hot, and not just in the sexual way. Feeling his forehead, Neela frowned. A human action almost nerved acted on. Just like some people forgot to ski, or summersault, she forgot human actions.
Veela was a shell of the human she’d been so long ago. Of course, she was still herself, something she proved while eating sweets like child. The demon princess had been forced to accept the facts though. Just like how she died, she had been brought back alive.
Ethan rolled his head to her side, and she stopped dead in her tracks. He was dying, and what could she do to help? Bring her to the devil himself. His thoughts punched into her brain, making themselves known, and making her have a killer headache.
After thinking of her home, the place where souls were tormented, hate was born, and the king of darkness lived, she arrived. Cliché, maybe. But it wasn’t so bad. It didn’t have red skies, and all darkness. Yes, there was no sun. But a demon had eyes, that didn’t need light. So she traveled to the palace fast. Using her full speed then relaxing in a natural way. This was her thrive, running, and she did it so well.
The small pants coming from the sexy stranger worried her. He needed care, and she was planning on helping him. Opening the doors to the great home of The Diablo, she smiled, and grimaced all at once.
The place was beautiful, no doubt about that. But it was horrifying to new eyes. And even hers, who were not new, blinked quickly, trying to show no emotion, no fears. The castle was full with wondering souls, hateful souls, maybe sometimes; one of them would end up being good, something decent. For a human anyway.
Looking for the Devils own private room was another matter. It always changed, and was never the same. Veela thought it was because he liked the play, he liked the confusion and the challenge. But then again, he had no soul. And a cold creature like him would be hard imagining playing with himself. All things considered.
“Veela.” His voice was deep, and magnetic. It held the same tone of voice that it did the night she died. And the same tone he will use all his life.
“Yes My lord. I have brought what you have asked.”
“Is he dead?”
“Not yet, my lord.”
“Veela, I do not want him dead.” He was smiling now. Life was a joke to him. It did not matter where or when, Hell will always be the same.
“Of course not, my lord. But may I dare ask, how will he survive?”
“Oh, silly girl. He will come back as a demon. You realize don’t you? That he looks like the man who killed you.”
Vee gulped. She had been denying this, almost afraid of the answer. But that would be insane. That happened eons ago.
“Yes, it has been a long time, Veela. And of course he’s not the killer. You’ve already desposed of him. Even if you don’t remember.”
That fact alone tormented her. She had killed the motherfucker, but she couldn’t remember the single thing? The fates must hate her, she realized. If not, why couldn’t they just leave her, and her vengeance alone?
“My lord, if he is not the—insect. Then who is he?”
“In English it is called—the prophecy. You see, he has tremendous powers, much like your own. I want that power, I want it working for me, something that He won’t like.”
“You mean, God, My lord?”
“Who else, Daughter? Daugher of Eden, Daughter of my blood now.”
“Father. . .I am somewhat chocked. You want me to kill him and then bring him back alive?”
“I want you, Veela, to do something you won’t regret. I want you to work as a team, and kill someone who has been annoying me. Kill the Angel of Life, Aro, and bring his head to my dining table.”
Aros was one of the most important angels. Ever. He lived, breathed, and even killed for God. He was her lover. Because, yes, God was a woman.
It wasn’t that she was afraid. In fact, she thrived in the challenge. Her blood boiled with fury, and of course, thirst. The insatable thirst for blood that made her charge into battle without worry. Because in the end, Veela killed, and she won.
But The boy didn’t possibly know this, he couldn’t possibly know how to fight. And for Satan’s sake, her attraction to him made things complicated. Veela wanted his body, as much as she wanted war. And that’s not something taken lightly on a demon. Much less of the adopted daughter of the Devil himself.
“My lord, it shall be done.”
Sooner than expected, Satan was there, breathing on the boy much like she did herself before. And then he was brought back alive, this time, something much worse than a sarcastic mortal beauty. Now he was as deadly as she. Damn it all to hell, he made her shake with pleasure and needs she didn’t really want. But oh, she needed. And she needed it now.
Satan was gone now, in his place, empty air met them. Laughing softly, Veela teleported them both. To her room, and her impossibly big and empty bed.
