by Kaylee Kane
The large silhouette blocked out the only source of dim light coming from the torches. Raveno’s face revealed to the light. My stomach dropped. I was expecting Diabolas to be next to him but he was all alone. I fought to hide my disappointment. The sight of Raveno reminded me of the ache in my jaw and the rawness in my pussy from the fucking.
Standing towering over me, the shadows accentuated Raveno’s masculine features, reminding me why I fell in love with this man. His crimson eyes sank deep in the sockets, framed by manicured brows. The arrogant blade of his nose looked even sharper in the dim light. All his features looked so male and defined, except for his lips which were almost invisible.
His muscular chest stretched the fabric of his black tank. The rigid contours of his pecs pressed against the material. His dark washed jeans slung deliciously low on his hips, showing off his Adonis belt. The scent of him, so primal and masculine, bounced around me. It was a welcome distraction from the choking stench.
“You seemed to enjoy being shared and taken turns by the two of us.” Raveno broke the silence after a while. I almost pitied him when I sensed the hint of envy in his words. Regret pricked my conscience.
Maybe he meant to say I enjoyed being claimed and taken by Diabolas? But it wasn’t true. It was their joint effort that gave me multiple orgasms within a short time. That made me come again and again.
The thought of it made me blush. I sucked in a breath and shook my head, trying to purge the mental images out of my head. The dirty thoughts of their cocks stretching and filling me up whirled in my head, making my pussy squirm with need again. I squeezed my thighs together.
“What in the hell is Andrajvah’s planning?” I said, shifting my attention. My eyes rested on his face. “What does he want from me?”
Raveno arched his brow. His face took on a neutral expression for a few seconds, then a wicked smirk quirked the corner of his lips. He grinned and looked down at his feet. Damn, he looked so fucking hot. Part of me wanted to jump on him and ride his dick. But this curiosity. The question of what Toar had said to me was whirling in my head, driving me crazy.
I knew time was running gout and the realization sprang me into a panic. Toar was the only person who knew Andrajvah best and now he was exiled. When even Toar who knew everything warned you about the danger of Andrajvah’s plan and decided to stop him, it must be dire. But what was it? Why didn’t he tell me?
“I can’t bear to tell you, Debbie. The less you know, the better,” said Raveno finally. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
I scoffed, getting up on my feet. “Really? Says the man who left me and cut me off entirely from his life so that he could chase his stupid dream? Now, look at you, Raveno. Aren’t you still a slave? You haven’t changed a bit. You only switched your master. You are still very much a follower.”
Raveno’s face twisted in a pained offense. It delighted me that I still knew which button to press on Raveno. A growl roared from his chest. His eyes glowed like an ember in ash as he slammed his fists against the rusty railings of the cell that clanked loudly into the abyss. My stomach plummeted as I lurched.
I thought he was going to break it but the railings looked more resilient than that. “But look who’s the one behind the bars now, Debbie? Who was the one being banished to Fallen Angels and resorted to selling her soul to Andrajvah to escape?”
I pursed my lips as the fire of anger scorched my skin. Our eyes interlocked as we traded glares. “I was banished to Fallen Angels for you, Raveno. Don’t you forget that. You ruined my life. You can say whatever you want but the truth won’t change. I did that for you.”
Raveno parted his lips as if he was about to say something and changed his mind. “Sit back and contemplate your actions. You wouldn’t have ended up this way if you listened to me, Debbie.” I wanted to be mad at him. Instead, a wave of sympathy and rekindled love for him coursed through me when he said in a soft tone, “I did it for the best of us. I wanted nothing but the best for you and me.”
My jaw fell open but I found no words. My eyes were locked to his gaze. The longing I had for him. The itching in my fingers craving to feel the warmth of his body grew fiercer within me. I almost called out his name, begged for him to stay when Raveno peeled his gaze from me. But my ego won.
I cursed at myself for letting Raveno walk away from me again as I followed his retreating back with my eyes, wishing he would turn back and rest his eyes on me for the one last time. Instead, his shadow, stretching long on the ground, grew smaller and then finally disappeared.
Closing my eyes, I sucked in deep breaths trying to block out the toxic thoughts that were poisoning my mind. What did Toar want to do? I racked my brain trying to think of the possible reasons. It must have something to do with the Hearts of Gold. Could he be a mole? Sent by the Divine Overlord himself?
It was the first time I wished that when I opened my eyes, I would be staring at the same bleak wall. I certainly didn’t even mind seeing Tessa on the other side of the room smoking her damn incense. It certainly smelled so much better than the smell of rotting meat in the air.
Tessa. Maybe she could help me. But why would she? She’d be thinking I was lying or trying to play some tricks on her again.
A scream ripped from my chest when I opened my eyes and was met with another silhouette. A small hope flickered in me thinking that Raveno had returned. Maybe he would apologize or it was just a pipe dream. New questions hit me when Diabolas appeared in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me with a wry look on his face.
I gulped. “What–what are you doing here?”
Diabolas didn’t answer immediately. His brooding gaze lingered on my face. The hungry look on his face made me feel like he was stripping me with his eyes. Then, it struck me. “No, please…no more. I can’t take your cock anymore. Not now…” I mouthed the last bit but I thought Diabolas must have heard it. He sneered at me.
“Not yet, my dear. This is not why I’ve come,” said Diabolas, his voice deep and masculine. Hated to admit I was kinda disappointed he wasn’t here for the pussy, anyway. “You crave for the truth, my dear? You want to know what’s going on?”
My eyes stilled on him, reading his expression. I was not wrong after all when I thought Diabolas was with Raveno. He must be here when Raveno had come and when we had the conversation. It made me wonder how much he’d heard.
“What do you want?” And by the way, who was he? How could he suddenly appear in my life and turn it upside down?
“So, Debbie, you’re telling me you have no idea why you were fighting Andrajvah all along? You were doing that because you were told it was the right thing to do?”
“Of course I fucking knew what’s going on. All the Hearts of Gold that have been sacrificed in the process. Andrajvah wanted to fucking rule the world. He wanted to achieve some sort of enlightenment or whatever by sucking the good out of the Hearts of Gold, so he would be more powerful that the Divine Overlord himself and–”
Diabolas burst into laughter that boomed across the cell. As if he wanted to make sure all the inmates of the Underworld heard it. “So you don’t know.”
My jaw dropped as I questioned everything that I’d ever known. I wasn’t sure which offended me more. His mocking guffaw or the fact that I had been wrong all the while. A brief silence hung in the air before Diabolas added.
“The Hearts of Gold have no direct use to Andrajvah. He’s already pretty damn powerful and could easily defeat the Divine Overlord if he wanted to. But he is also smarter. The Divine Overlord has too many faithful followers like yourself, Debbie. Plus, Andrajvah knows his own goons can’t be trusted. Again, like yourself. And your best friend, Toar.”
I followed him with my eyes as he paced up and down. It was so hard to focus when all I could think about was his massive cock and how I wanted him to spread my pussy right now.
“It worked according to Andrajvah’s grand plan. Even the Divine Overlord
is convinced that he’s using the Hearts of Gold to gain some sort of enlightenment. But he’s not. He’s turning everybody to the dark side. To join his ally. And when there is more evil than good, the balance is tipped.”
A wave of fear rushed through me as the memories of the conversation Toar had with me before trickled back in me. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath to digest the sudden torrent of thoughts forming in my head. When I opened my eyes, my stomach lurched as Toar’s face had replaced Diabolas. I blinked quickly, knowing that it was just an illusion, a trick to my eyes.
The intense look of his eyes pierced into my soul. Even his voice sounded like Toar. These exact words he’d uttered to me, “The world we know of is built on the equal balance of forces. Good and evil. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. You got the picture.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head. The pieces were falling into place. Diabolas’ face reappeared again. “The world goes out of order. Andrajvah doesn’t even need to do anything. The world will fuck itself. You think Andrajvah wants to rule the world?”
A smirk quirked the corner of Diabolas’ lips as he shook his head. The blood froze in my veins. I couldn’t believe I was all wrong about Andrajvah before. I thought he was just a greedy asshole but apparently, he was way smarter than that. “He wants to destroy it, to wipe out everything that belongs in it.”
“Holy shit.” Tears brimmed my eyes. A hot lump formed in my throat as I gazed into the abyss beneath the cell, knowing the world was going to end.
Toar’s words whirled in my head. The mental images of him yelling out to me in the Hall of Justice flounced in my eyes. The only world I knew of was at stake and all I was thinking about was being dicked down by two hot alpha males. I felt terrible.
“Oh my god…” I moaned as the realization finally dawned on me. Why Toar had wanted me to go and destroy the declarations. It was to liberate the Hearts of Gold. It was to bring them back to the good side and restore balance to the world. It wasn’t to go against Andrajvah. Toar didn’t want his fucking throne. It was to save the fucking world.
My mind flashed back to the night when Toar had come to me. It was back in the Fallen Angels Academy. I was in my room when I first saw him. The whole incident was still fresh in my mind though I had been trying to wipe it out. I still remembered what happened the other night. Tessa and I had a stupid bicker. As always. So she’d gone disappeared somewhere. Fucking the professors probably.
I was sitting at the edge of my bed, contemplating my escape plan when he had come. I swore to god I thought that was the end of me. His six feet tall silhouette loomed over me, with his broad shoulders and bulging chest. There was no way I could fight him. Not even when I had my powers restored, what’s more without.
I braced myself for the worst. I accepted my fate. That was when Toar offered me a deal I couldn’t resist.
“You must be Debbie.” That was when I gathered my courage to look him in the eyes and noticed that they were crimson as blood. They weren’t the same blind gaze of the Agents of Darkness. That didn’t uncoil the panic in me.
I glanced at him up and down, questions brewing in my head. “Who–who are you?”
“I’m Toar, the Hell Guard of the Underworld.” I gulped and stepped back, fear welling up in my chest. So the Agents of Darkness had failed to capture me and now they were sending the Hell Guard himself to do the dirty job?
I stole a quick glimpse at the door, contemplating if I would make it out before he would jump on me.
“I’m not here to harm you. In fact, I’m going to offer you a deal.”
I feigned a polite laugh. The kind you would make when a random creep made a sexual remark and you try not to get killed.
“I know you want out. Half a century is more than enough for being a prisoner in a dead place like this.” I was sold. The offer came like a hot chocolate on a cold night. This could possibly be my ticket out. I’d started to fantasize leaving everything behind and starting a brand new life in a small town where nobody would know my name when a hunch hit me. There were no free meals in the world.
I narrowed my eyes at Toar. “Why would you do that? What do you want in return?”
The corner of his lips, near the scar that streaked across his mouth, quirked up. “I like that, Debbie. Getting straight to the point. I require help from someone like yourself for an important task. When completed, you will earn your freedom.”
I arched my brow. All the red flags along with the sirens and emergency lights were flashing at me. But my desperation got better of me. Leaving Fallen Angels means I would be a free person at the mercy of no one. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted and no one was going to bat an eye. Leaving means I didn’t have to see Ehreus ever again.
“And what is the price?” I asked warily.
Toar didn’t answer me right away. What I thought was a pained look cast on his face. His eyes glued to my face. It was as if he was weighing his words, taking his time to decide what I should and shouldn’t know.
“You’ll have to sell your soul to the King of the Underworld, Andrajvah.” A sudden chill picked up and pierced my bones. Andrajvah. His name made the tiny hairs stand on ends. It was like a nightmare I didn’t want to relive. No way I was going to sell my soul to Andrajvah and pledge to be his slave forever.
I stood there paralyzed with my feet stuck to the ground. At first, I thought it was just a bad dream or maybe I was going crazy from the long confinement within the walls of Fallen Angels. “Why–why do I have to sell my soul? How would I be free if I do so?”
The urgency grew in Toar’s voice. I thought I could smell fear. For someone like Toar to be afraid, something must have gone really awry. “Only Andrajvah can get you out of Fallen Angels now. It’s for the best of the world, Debbie.”
I scoffed. Disappointed that the last glimpse of hope I thought I had vanished. “And what? Live the rest of my life as Andrajvah’s slave? Trapped in the Underworld.”
“You have my words, Debbie. I won’t let him do that. Once you’re free from the chains of Fallen Angels, I will tell you what to do next.”
Toar did fulfill his promise. Andrajvah had sent his Agents of Darkness to free me from Fallen Angels. They killed Professor Clem and Ashura, tipping the balance in Andrajvah’s favor. The guilt still lived with me even though I didn’t realize that was part of their plan. I thought I could disappear and pretend nothing happened after.
That was when Toar gave me the second assignment. I had to steal and destroy the declarations.
“When is this gonna happen?” Diabolas’ gaze settled on me, expecting elaboration. “This…balance…when is it going to tip? How many more Hearts of Gold does Andrajvah need?”
Diabolas shrugged. “No one knows. Even the Master himself. But looking at the state of the world right now, the chaos happening around the globe. It won’t be too long.”
“Why would you tell me this?”
Diabolas sneered. “Why not? It’s not like you can escape anymore. The damage is done, it’s beyond repair. There’s nothing more you can do. You must be proud of yourself for being part of the initiative that helped Andrajvah achieve his goal.”
I was this close to asking him about the declarations. The question hanging at the tip of my tongue when I held back. The brooding fiery eyes staring back at me. There was something about it that reminded me of the eyes of the Agents of Darkness. The blind gaze. The lack of emotions.
Then, it hit me.
Diabolas and Raveno had sold their souls to the King of the Underworld, Andrajvah. Raveno was an angel. He had a past. A lost identity stolen by Andrajvah. Hope swelled in my chest as an idea struck me.
“So what about you, Diabolas? What’s your story?”
Diabolas’ eyes widened the second before they softened. It was as if the question came in a shock and at the same time he was pleased that someone finally bothered to ask about himself. He didn’t answer right away. As if he was tr
ying to weave up a story on the spot.
“You were an angel too?” I urged, closing the distance between the two of us. I didn’t think I’d seen him before but then I wasn’t an extrovert. There were many angels whom I hadn’t met.
Diabolas grinned. “Not even close. Well, let’s just say we’re from different worlds–” He sucked in a breath when I cupped my hand on his crotch. The familiar shape of his cock leaped up and prodded against my palm. Diabolas’ eyes stilled on me. Our eyes interlocked as I continued rubbing the sweet length of his massive cock up and down, making it longer and bigger.
The dirty thoughts of being stretched and filled up by his throbbing sex sent a flame of heat straight to my pussy.
“What are you trying to do, Debbie?” grunted Diabolas, his voice came out sultry and hot. His muscles tensed, stretching the fabric of his top but he didn’t stop. I didn’t either.
