To Win The Devil's Heart

♦️Chapter 16♦️

♡Salem POV♡

Seeing my son with Wiccan made my heart flutter, knowing he was safe and protected from evil. It made me happy that he found someone to chesire and Wiccan being Wiccan, I know he'll keep my baby boy safe.

As for the war, we've moved it up by two days. So shits about to go down and we need to be ready for that 'thing', images creep back up and gives me chills but I remind myself on what Lucifer would do.

He'd probably swear profanities at the thing as well as charge head first not giving a single care about his safety, all that is what I admired. He was ruthless in front of his people but gentle behind close doors.

During the 3 years I finally found out why Lucifer went psycho on my ass and it's due to the fanatics of this realm. The candle was laced with dark magic that apprantely was tailored to Lucifer's senses which makes those preachers much more formidable. Another problem I have to sort out after Zeon.

I stare at the blank canopy above me wishing for one my night with Lucifer, his hands over my body his cock inside me filling me up with his seed. Just for a moment. But then I think about those who took him away from me and what I'd do to them. How I'd make Zeon bleed and cook his troops in their armour with hellfire. That makes me grin and much more determined.

This is for you my devil, as I let the darkness take me to a place that won't hurt me.

"The villagers stare in awe as they see the wings of a beast fly towards them not knowing the danger that's about to be inflicted among them until it's too late. The rain of hellfire burns through the stone houses, causing debris to fall and smash down.

No one is safe from the buring rage of the beast, the bells ring louder signalling surrender but that encourages the beast to go more crazy and start spewing more liquid lava at the innocents below.

All the beast feels is betrayal but contuines to ruin thoses who watched as their true king died.

My eyes open but not in fright. The so call 'nightmare' didn't scare me but warned me of the destruction to come. The poor unfortunate souls will pay which gives me hope that karma will come round and bite those traitors.

The harsh winds blow my braided hair back as I walk along the grassy cliff side to fly with Nethermore and train the other dragons to follow our lead.

We are only taking the fully grown adults as the children haven't fully grasped the concept of flying but it's funny seeing them try and how hard they try to impress their mothers.

So in total we have 5 fully matured dragons, each vary in size but are still big enough to bring down a castle.

The colours resemble the rainbow with each being a dark shade of it. Blue, red, green, yellow and purple which is Nethermore. All have names but are too long to prononuce so we call them out by colours. An efficient tactic as they respond immediately to their command.

Nethermore rallies the dragons up as I fasten my white fur trench coat. I may be a depressed but doesn't mean I can't look fashionable too. As I approach Nethermore he quickly shits into a much bigger version showing off that he is the alpha dragon. I hope on to his back and strap on my skull mask, then with that be said and done we take launch.