by K L Rymer
He truly was the devil...
The pain becomes so unbearable, I start to see a bright light. Even with my eyes closed tight shut, it encompasses my entire vision, and I release a scream that seems to shake space and time itself.
Yet I hear another scream, and I turn, gasping at the sight of Randall burning to ash.
That white light... I’ve seen it before. But nowhere as blinding as this.
It’s angelic power, but it’s not mine this time. It’s coming from somewhere else. Somewhere close by.
Instinctively, I reach across and cover Eli with the discarded tablecloth, knowing that whatever burns his father will not spare him.
This entity does not take prisoners.
Eli doesn’t protest. In fact, I’m not even sure if he’s still conscious, the backfire from the glare seeming to blind him into a stupor.
It doesn’t hurt me though, because I’m angel blessed.
Finally, Randall Black bursts into a cloud of dust, and his scream lingers throughout the entire room.
Now I gaze up at the glowing, ethereal figure of a man, staring in awe of its white wings. They stretch far and wide like a giant eagle’s, and tears drip from my eyes.
“F-Father...”
The man leans forward, placing a gentle hand against my forehead, and the last thing I see before I slip away are a pair of kind, watery blue eyes.
Just like mine...
“Sleep now, sweet child. You’re safe.”
Finally, I close my eyes, and I drift off into a peaceful sleep.
I‘ve found heaven at last.
30. Eli
I awake to the sound of a painful ringing, squeezing my eyes.
What the fuck happened?
Something white covers my face, and I reach up, removing the fabric.
It’s a tablecloth.
Who put it on me?
My eyes wander, and then a cold trickle spreads down my arms.
Chaos and destruction greets me in every corner, a painful reminder of the battle that just transpired.
I finally took a stand against my father... and won. Well, at least I think I did as I see no sign of him anywhere.
I’d nearly died in the process, but Crystal... she’d healed me, and I place my hand to my chest. For a moment it’s like I can still feel her sweet, healing touch, and my heart races.
But she’s nowhere in sight. She seems to have disappeared along with my father, and I stagger to my feet.
Memories come flooding back, memories of my father burning Crystal’s shoulder, and I lean my hand to a smashed wall, gasping for air.
No, she... she can’t be dead...
Unless they killed each other.
A sob escapes me as Crystal’s beautiful blue eyes fill my mind, and I grip my hair, suppressing a yell.
Not her... please, anyone but her.
It should have been me who died.
Next, another image comes crashing back to me, and I double over.
There was a blinding white light, so painful I’d passed out. It seemed to be coming from everywhere, burning holes through my eyelids.
But that light... I’ve seen it before, twenty-one years ago. It’s occupied my nightmares every night since.
Lord White... the bastard... The one who’d killed my mother. And now the ruthless son of a bitch has killed my father too, making a full orphan of me at last.
Not that my father didn’t deserve to die, and good riddance to him too, but White took Crystal from me.
And now he’s going to brainwash her like he did his first child and turn her against me.
He’ll make a killer of her too.
I won’t let that happen.
I pull out a cigarette from my pocket and light the end, then take a long, satisfying drag.
Funny how my pack survived the battle.
Next, I make my way through the house, casting my eyes over the destruction and despair.
What a mess. It’s going to cost a few million just to clean it up.
Not that I don’t have that. I have just inherited a billion-pound empire after all.
I’ve just made Forbes under thirty’s rich list.
But it all means nothing without her.
My angel...
Misaki probably escaped, always looking out for number one as usual. In fact, she’s probably half way to London now.
Smart girl.
Slowly, I climb the still intact stairs. Dust covers the steps and I roll my eyes.
We Blacks are sure messy when we fight.
I move down the shadowy hall, coming to the ugly black door of my childhood bedroom, and push it open.
The years I spent crying inside its miserable four walls will never leave me. In fact, I almost see that small boy crying on the bed again, along with Crystal.
I really had made her life miserable, but she was still adamant to be with me. Still hell-bent on loving me, a black-hearted cunt who’d slept with a thousand women.
Until he’d met her, and then he only wanted her pussy from then on out... Only wanted to hear her moan and scream his name.
With my father gone, Crystal and I can truly be together.
She can be Mrs Black if she so desires, or do a double barrel like White-Black since it’s the 21st century now. Maybe we could even have those beautiful babies, half demon, half angel, and I laugh at the irony.
White won’t take her from me like he took my mother, and I vow to stick to my original plan.
I will get my revenge. And in the process, I will marry his daughter, and we will live happily ever after.
Crystal had once asked me if I’d ever had a dream, and my answer had been no. As hollow as it sounds, it had been true. I never understood the concept of wanting something so bad you would do anything to obtain it. Mostly because I’d had everything growing up.
But now I finally understand. Because Crystal has become my dream, and I swear I will fight to get her back.
Lord White will pay.
Crystal’s intoxicating candy scent surrounds me as I pick up her beloved unicorn, Sparkles, and sniff.
I feel my pupils dilate, then gaze up at the full-length mirror.
My eyes are black crimson once again, and I stare at my reflection for a while.
I look a fucking mess.
My tailored suit hangs in ruins, leaving my muscular chest exposed, and my black hair’s white from all the falling debris.
But my face... I’ve bled more in the few weeks I’ve known Crystal than I have in my entire life.
Red covers my lips, and I take a puff of my cigarette, blowing smoke at my reflection. I still hold on to cute little Sparkles, watching as my bruised, bloody face disappears behind a haze of smoke.
“I’m coming for you, my sweet Crystal.”
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1. Crystal
My back rests against something soft and crunchy, and I stir, opening my eyes to a bright light.
It seems to fill every part of me, pouring into every atom of my being, and I’ve never felt such bliss.
The bed beneath me is stuffed with some type of wild grass, and I catch a faint floral scent.
Where am I?
Suddenly, an image of Eli flashes up before me, a large, fleshy wound on his chest, and I jump upright, screaming his name.
“Eli!”
My rapid breaths echo through a strange, circular r
oom as I whip my head around, searching for him. I stagger up to my feet, casting my eyes around. It contains a hearth in the centre and simple rustic furniture, and I begin to sweat.
How did I get to this place?
It doesn’t matter. All I have to do is concentrate on finding Eli. He’s hurt and he needs my help.
There’s only one door in the room, and I rush forward, trying to pry it open, but it’s locked.
I squeal in frustration, pounding on the door. “Eli!”
I know he won’t hear me, yet I still pound, desperate to reach him. But the old timber barely budges and I eventually give up, falling to my knees.
A soft whimper escapes me as I try to erase the image of Eli dying.
My mind is a foggy haze, yet I can still recall an incident at the estate. It involved Eli and his father. They’d fought and I’d almost been killed, but Eli had saved me. He’d protected me from his wicked father.
I owe him my life.
Tears drip from my eyes as I take deep, shuddery breaths. No. Eli can’t be dead. Somehow, somewhere, I just know his heart’s still beating, and I close my eyes, almost hearing it.
We’d always had some strange connection. Magnetic or electric, or whatever you want to call it, but we were almost in sync.
His heart beats strong in my mind, and I soon relax, focusing on my new dwelling instead.
It looks like something a hobbit would live in, an underground burrow of some kind. Its walls are a mosaic of various stone, and I rise to my feet.
A round window displays a perfect, clear sky, and I make my way forward, noticing the strange blue tint to the glass.
I suck in a loud breath when I see the world beyond.
Beautiful lush hills spread out before me, flowers and blossoms sprouting up from the greenest grass I’ve ever seen, and inside the hills are more round-windowed houses.
Butterflies flutter amongst the flowers as rabbits frolic and graze, and I shake my head, wondering if I’ve awoken inside a cartoon.
I’m definitely miles away from London now. That’s for sure.
Finally, I pull my gaze away from the breath-taking view and spot a white robe. It hangs off a chair where a bowl of clear water waits.
Wooden sandals lay beneath the chair.
Were these clothes meant for me?
I peer down. I still wear my white skater dress and court heels, the ones I wore for my last supper with Eli, and I wrap my hands around myself.
Although there’s no mirror to be found in the room, I know my lips are still red.
I’d put the dress on for Eli, knowing he would be smitten when he laid eyes on me.
But now I will never see him again, and I hug the dress closer, imagining he was beside me.
He may have been cold-hearted, but his arms were always warm...
A knock sounds at the door, echoing through the small stone room, and I stand erect, my heart hammering.
“E-enter...”
A bolt slides out of place, and then a pair of young girls enter the room, dark curly hair and tanned skin, wearing identical cotton dresses.
They don’t say a thing to me. Instead, one of them removes my white dress and I gasp, surprised by the sudden contact.
Now I stand in my sexy white lingerie, the set with the suspenders and the stockings, and I cover my body.
I’d worn it beneath the cute dress in the hopes of seducing Eli. He’s only ever seen the lingerie in his dreams, but I’d hoped our last night together would have been the night we’d finally gone all the way.
The least I deserved was a proper goodbye before he shipped me off back to America.
The girls don’t question my provocative underwear and instead remove it with expert hands, and I shiver when one unhooks the clasp.
Now my naked breasts bounce freely, and I feel goose bumps prickle around my nipples.
Darn, it’s cold.
Finally, they remove my white lace panties, and now my naked body is on full display.
I’ve never felt more exposed in my life. Save for the sexy court heels.
If only Eli could see me now, buck-naked with my red hot lips, side-swept curls, and heels, I’d have melted him into putty.
I close my eyes then, just thinking about Eli’s lustful grey eyes all over me, and my sex starts to ooze.
A gasp leaves my lips when one of the girls wipes my leg with a wet cloth, dipping it back into the bowl of cool liquid, before proceeding with the other.
I release a sigh, loving the gentle way they scrub my body. One of them rubs close to my cleft, and for a moment I picture that it’s Eli’s tongue, lapping up my juices once again.
He was always good with that tongue...
The girls continue to scrub me, and I wonder if they notice I was getting a little aroused with all their rubbing action.
Fudge, I’m so horny. Horny for a certain sexy demon. If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost hear his rising heartbeat, and bite my lip.
Somewhere, he’s horny too.
They move to my face at last, scrubbing away at the red that stains my lips.
Finally, they dress me in the white robes and place my feet into the wooden sandals. Then they leave the room, taking the bowl of water with them.
Not even a kiss goodbye.
I shake my head, focusing on the timber door before me.
A memory returns, a memory of a glowing, ethereal figure, and long feathered wings, and my heart pounds when a set of footsteps approaches the door.
My chest heaves as I stagger back to the grass-stuffed bed, keeping my eyes peeled on the door.
Somehow, I know that the person on the other side will shock me to my very core.
The footsteps stop outside, and then time freezes.
Finally, the door creaks open, and my heart beats inside my mouth.
An ethereal man stands inside the threshold, his long hair and beard a luminescent blond.
He wears a long dress robe and a jangle of beads, but I can’t look away from those brilliant blue eyes.
They’re the exact pair that greets me every morning when I gaze into the mirror, and suddenly my own start to burn with tears. One slips down my cheek, yet I smile, overcome.
“F-Father...”
