Dark Path to Heaven [Demon Romance]

Chapter 69

Chapter Music: "Scarlet Rose" by Derek & Brandon Fiechter

"You can change your mind later, of course," Merihem added hurriedly. "I only need to know if we should proceed with your transformation or if I should remove your current tattoos entirely."

"What are the practical differences between the two states?" I asked although I had already made up my mind.

"You'll be immortal in both cases but demons are still stronger, more adept at magic, and regenerate life a lot faster."

So, clearly, demons would still have the upper hand.

...Why did I even ask?

"I'd like to remain human, please," I finally said.

"Great! That's what I'll choose too once the Scientific Department no longer needs me for practical matters."

"Yeah, I think a simpler life would suit you more."

Perhaps then he would no longer feel afraid or lonely.

"Um, Merihem," I hesitated, "is everything okay with Mr. Stanwood?"

A pause.

"...Yes," he replied with a smile in his voice. "He's officially a resident. I'll tell you more at the party."

"See you later then. And thanks for the info!"

"Of course."

Once more, silence.

I returned my gaze to the demons sleeping beside me.

They have no idea about my awakening, do they? I wonder if I should let them know now. I wouldn't want their morning to start gloomy.

I should try caressing them and see how it goes.

Slowly and smoothly, I let my barely unrestrained hands brush along their exposed, muscled arms. It was nothing but easy, considering how much they were clinging to me.

After that, everything happened in a split second.

With a swift move, Astaroth straddled me, his hands painfully gripping at my shoulders, forcing me to stay still. At the same time, Orias had grabbed my face and was ravishing my mouth with his tongue. Both made sure to sink their claws into my skin, as though they couldn't wait to hurt me.

My body relaxed as I let the demon kiss me, secretly restless for more.

The dark laugh from the man on top of me sounded sadistic as he started undressing me. "See how her chest is heaving? This bitch is waiting for more."

Orias took his lips off mine and leered at me nastily.

"Why don't you bring the gifts now?" he addressed Astaroth, piercing me with his black eyes. "I'll get her ready, in the meantime."

The weight holding me down disappeared, only to be replaced by the other demon, who proceeded to slide my underwear off before reaching to the nightstand to grab a black leather collar with three rows of tiny spikes. Admittedly, I hadn't spotted such a thing before.

"This is no ordinary collar, human," he cooed, gazing at the strap of leather almost tenderly. "I made this just for you."

It was true. There was something strange about it.

But before I had a chance to inspect it any further, Orias shoved the thing on my neck, savagely piercing me with the needles.

Involuntarily, I let out a shriek, gasping at the sudden stinging pain.