Devil's Triad: Fallen

Chapter 14

Eric

My cell is cold and dirty, the cot is tattered and there is a pot in the corner to relive myself. It's what I deserve. I knew I crossed the line when I kissed her, but I couldn't help it. She's a Fallen, more specifically she should be my Fallen. Anyone who meets her would fall for her if they looked beyond her external beauty. I'm leaning against the wall of my cell when I hear screaming coming from the cell adjacent mine. It's a woman whose clothes are tattered and worn. She hasn't seen a shower in some time, and I can see marks on her arms from being tortured. What could she have done to warrant such a punishment.

When she looks over at me, I see her eyes glow red. What in Heaven! She's a demon. How is she still alive? We don't usually let them live unless they have information we can use. "What are you looking at Guardian!" She screeches at me. "Who are you?" I move closer to my cell bars. "Deava. I'm the Princess of Pride. My brothers are Dante and Dameon Black." I fall back against the wall of my cell. I run my hands through my hair at this new bit of information. "How are you still alive? We don't keep your kind usually. What could you possibly do for us?" She leans against her cell bars. "I don't know. My uncle gave me over to your council." I chuckle. She shoots me a death glare. "It doesn't surprise me. Your uncle is actually worse than your father." She shrugs as if this isn't anything that surprises her. "He gave me up from some information on some angels daughter. He said something about making her his wife." I gripped the cell door. This wasn't good. Ivan made Levi look like an angel. If Callie ended up in the grasp of Ivan things could be catastrophic. "Her name is Callie. She's in danger. She has no idea what Ivan is capable of." She looks down at her worn unmanicured nails. "Whatever. I've been stuck here for 20 damn years. So, unless you can get me out of here so I can kill my uncle don't bother me with your problems. Oh, and I really don't care about this Fallen girl, Callie. She's not my problem." I grip the bars and glare at her, my voice raised and full of anger and fear. "You should be worried. If your uncle marries Callie, the world as we know it is over. She's rare and one of the only that I'm aware of alive." She looks at me with some curiosity. "So which way is she swaying? I mean if she's leaning towards the evil side, what's keeping you from killing her?" I sigh. "Currently, your brothers have the upper hand." She looks surprised. "Are they ok? Last I heard my uncle planned on killing them. They are ok?" I could care less if they are, but I can understand wanting your family to be ok.

I didn't hear my brother walk into the cells. Noah looked at her and spoke with the contempt only those of us who have fought the Black family and survived. "They are very much alive, Princess." I looked up at my brother. "Noah, I need to get out of here. She's in danger." He leaned against the bars and looked down at his hands. "She made her choice. The council has decided to end her. She choose the twins. They've bonded and we have no other choice now." I lunged at him through the bars. "No! She doesn't know. Please let me out. We need to tell the council. If Ivan marries her, we are doomed." His face is stern when he looks back at me. "Brother she's the reason you are in here. You're lucky they didn't kill you. They will release you when she's gone. Anyway its "if" she marries the twins. She's twisted your mind, Eric. Princess Deava, you will get sent home once Callie is gone." Deava gives us both a coy look. "About damn time, and when might I expect to take a nice shower again and wear something that actually has a little style to it. I mean you angels have absolutely no style at all." I look to my brother and the both of us shake our heads. Demons!

Ivan

I stand in the center of my nephews bedroom. Sleeping soundly on the bed is Callie. She's laying on her side hugging a pillow, the sheet barely covering her naked body. She is the key to securing my rule, and finally taking control of Hell and sending my brother and his cocky ass sons out the door. Once I secure the council's approval, I will have everything I want. She may not be the most obedient of wives, but she will learn. She starts to wake up and stirs in bed. "Dante, Dameon?" She says their names with a raspy voice still half asleep. She looks around the room, and when her eyes land on me she screams. "Who the fuck are you?" She pulls the covers up over her naked body. I can't help but glance at her exposed legs and how long and tanned they were. "I've been sent to collect you, Princess. There is a dress hanging up for you that they want you to wear. They are introducing you to the council." I can see the wheels turning, she trying to decide if she can trust me. She's right to not trust me, one should never trust us, more specifically me. "Oh, okay. I'll meet you downstairs. I need to shower and make myself presentable if I'm meeting the council." I nod my head to her. "Of course, they sent over things for you to prepare. Please don't take long. We don't want to keep them waiting." She gives me a small smile. "Of course. Thank you. Oh, before you leave, who are you?" I curl my lips up. It's, Ivan, Princess. I'll meet you downstairs." She gives me a curt nod. I turn to leave the room as she remains glued to her spot on the bed. I hear her feet moving once the door is closed. Once I hear the water turn on in the shower, I smile to myself. Good girl, too bad, you are trying to please the wrong person.