The Ðemon's Slave (Complete)

Chapter 39

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Bliss POV

The pain has increased since last night. Semja and I are at his mansion. He carried me up the stairs and placed me ever so gently on his bed. I let my wings fold out a little but every time I move them it's as if needles are being dug in very slowly.

It is the worst feeling I've ever felt including my time while being tortured as a soul. "My love... Will you tell me what happened?" He asks softly, even him asking about it makes me start to cry again. I decided that even though I'm crying will be easier to talk about faster and sooner than later.

"I asked god *sniff* if god would turn you *sob* into an angel" I can't help the sobs that happen while I'm talking to him. He is silent for a minute so I look up at him. He staring wide eyed at me in shock.

"You did what?" Is he confused about what I told them? I thought it was a simple answer but I repeat what I said "I asked God if god would turn *sniff* you into an angel" he sighs. "I wasn't asking what you asked god what I meant to say was why." I think about it for a moment.

"Because I wanted to be with you and it was the only thing I could think of other than... Falling" I unintentionally look over my shoulder to my wings as I say that. He sighs again "all right, I think I understand approximately what happened, so God threw you out for asking?"

I'm about to answer when I feel tears welling up again so I'm nod instead. He takes a couple of deep breaths then speaks, "I understand why you did it and I know you meant well, but I have never wanted to be an angel. I like my king and I would never pass that up for god who has never once been kind to me."

This time I gasp, "not even for me?" he pauses for a moment I'm assuming he is thinking. The hesitation surprises me so I look up, he is frowning, "for you... I would but let's not talk about that anymore, you are now a demon, my mate, and you have to eat souls." I look down at my hands, it has just dawned on me the weight of what he is saying and what this situation means.

I know I am a demon. Not only does that mean I have to eat humans but also that I have to torture them. How can I possibly torture people? I've never thought about hurting someone, not really. Sometimes you think I hate this person so much, that I think what if they disappeared or what if I killed them but I would never act upon any of those impulses and I never wanted to.

It is only ever a passing thought. But now I'm a demon and killing people as well as hurting them is going to become my reality. More tears start to fall from my eyes as the whole situation start sinking in. I'll have my mate but I'll have to do things that are against my beliefs and core of my being.

He wraps his arms around me and says into my ear. "It's all right, I will do the punishing so you don't have to hurt anyone. Don't worry my love," I know that eventually I will have to torture humans however that doesn't mean I have to do it now.

I hold him closer to me and smell his skin. He calms me down. And even though we both know I will eventually have to hurt humans, in this moment I can forget about the future. I start to feel hot and tingly as I smell him. His scent is intoxicating. It's having the effects of an aphrodisiac. I feel his muscles tighten a little and he releases me.

He looks straight into my eyes and his eyes are filled with love, compassion, worry, and lust. "You can't give off that smell my love. You have no idea what it does to me." I give him a questioning look, "what do you mean? What smell?" He smirks a little and let's out a chuckle then gets closer to my ear and whispers, "I can smell your arousal," I feel my face become bright red.

I hear him audibly take another sniff the air and he growls a little. "We need to talk about this before anything happens." He says in a husky voice, my head is starting to feel a little lightheaded and drunk on him. I give a hum in response "what do we need to talk about?" I say in a slightly dreamy and husky tone.

He pulls back and looks in my eyes more serious this time, but still filled with the same emotions, "I love you, you are my mate and I am in love with you. I want to be with you forever. I don't know how much the angels told you about mates but to fully become mates and have the psychic bond be complete. The dominant mate, me, would have to bite the submissive neck, you, while having sex. This will create a bond between us that will last forever. Even if one dies the other will die shortly after or never love again. There are very rare cases where there is a second mates however I would never want anyone other than you. And if you don't want to do that now I understand. We can do it when you're ready if you want to wait." At the end his face looks a little like a lost puppy. He allows his words to sink in and waits for my response.

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