by Kaylee Kane
Diabolas shifted gears and rammed faster. His claws planted firmly on my ass, drawing blood as he thrashed harder into me. His body firmed up, muscles turning hard as metal as he buried his cock deep in my guts. My legs shook beneath me. I didn’t dare to move a muscle, fearing he might tear me into halves.
“Argh, fuck! Holy fuck! It’s so fucking good!” He howled, his chest relaxing into an explosive sigh of relief as he shot his load into me. My tummy felt full and bloated from the cum. Once he pulled out, his seeds spilled from my raw pussy, dripping all over the ground.
For a few sweet minutes, the silence stretched between us. Our chests heaved and fell in sync as we caught our breath and soaked in the moment of hot sex that we shared. I grinned sheepishly at the thought of his cock, still hard and erect, buried in me.
I wanted this feeling, of being stretched and filled up, to last forever.
Our eyes interlocked and lingered for a while. A wave of love for him coursed through me. Guilt pricked me when my thought went to Raveno. Sucking in my breath, I shook my head, trying to purge the mental images of Raveno away and focus on the moment. To luxuriate against the feel of Diabolas’ throbbing cock inside me.
The metallic clank broke into my reverie. The feelings in my wrists came back along with the numbing ache. My back felt like it was cracking. My body felt heavy and I collapsed on all fours on the ground. I pulled myself up and sat on the side of my legs to nurse the reddened part of my wrists.
“I wish I met you earlier. We would have more time together,” muttered Diabolas. There was a certain sadness, regret dripping in his words. My jaw fell slightly ajar as I looked up at him, expecting elaboration. Instead, he said nothing. His gaze holding.
Guilt pricked at my conscience. Maybe I was too deep in the character that now I was getting attached. I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head. “If only there is a way to stop this…” I said, testing the water.
Diabolas hung his head, a sad look on his face. Maybe, after all, he didn’t want the world to end. Maybe he didn’t agree with Andrajvah. Maybe there was good in him after all. And the silver of hope that was glowing inside me shattered when he looked up at me with a stern look. “No.” His voice serious, expression grim. “There is no turning back. Andrajvah will win.”
I sucked in a breath, hating the words that my lips spewed. “And all of us will die.”
A glimpse of pained look flashed on Diabolas’ face. He pursed his lips as if hoping he could come up with a better answer. Then, nodded. “Yes.”
A burning lump stuck in my throat. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. I was a stupid fool to think that I could change Diabolas. To think that I could take a broken man and put the good back in him. To think that I could change the fate of mankind.
“There’s nothing you can do, Debbie.” His voice softened along with his eyes. “It’ll all be over soon.” The dread hung over me like the choking stench as Diabolas zipped up his fly and turned around to leave.
My gaze followed his retreating back until he disappeared around the corner. My eyes lingered at the spot where Diabolas had been a few moments ago, trying to let reality sink in me. As the loneliness started to creep in me, I glanced at my clothes scattered around on the ground.
Then, I flipped over my palm and found a key. A mischievous smirk quirked my lips. “No, it’s not over.”
10
Debbie
I tried not to think about the sticky mess between my inner thighs as I skulked along the eerie corridors of the Underworld. The musty smell of sex and cum bouncing around me made me glad for the rotting stench in the air, though it made me gag a couple of times. Once I got out of the cell, I followed the path leading to the exit.
I exited through the arched doorway and found my feet rooted to the ground. The angry sky reflected the crimson of the lava bubbling away in the pit of the Underworld. I inched closer to the cliff, where the lava pool breathed hot air and smelled like ash. The black clouds cast eerie shadows.
It looked as if I was in a cave or the maze of an ant’s nest. For a second, I was awed by the majestic interior of the Underworld. Shame that such a grandiose structure was to house sinners.
To think that all of this is going to end when the balance would be tipped sliced my heart. Everything that I’d never known would cease to exist. The entire course of the history of mankind would be wiped out. No one would remember anything about us because no one would be alive.
The thought terrified me. The urgency rising in me catapulted me down the steps that led into a dark tunnel. It was long and quiet I could hear my footsteps echoing off the walls. A haze of fear surrounded me. The mental pictures of Hell Guards suddenly appearing in front of me flounced in my head.
Every second stretched into eternity. I lost count of how long I’d been in the tunnel that didn’t seem to have an end. I traced my fingers along the cold wall to remind myself this wasn’t a dream every time I touched a wet lump.
My mind wandered off to the conversation I had with Diabolas. The mental images of the view outside the prison flashed in my mind. I tried to think about the view from the window in my room back in Fallen Angels. The lights dotted in the city at night like stars across the black sky. It was a pretty view, now that I thought of it. It gave you hope. It reminded you that the world still existed outside Fallen Angels and one day you would step foot out of there too.
No wonder Tessa enjoyed it so much. Speaking of Tessa…
I stopped as the idea hit me. Maybe Tessa could help. I wasn’t sure if she would trust me but at least I tried. Closing my eyes, I tried to connect to her mind via telepathy. I focused too hard until my head hurt. There was no way I could penetrate through the energy field here. It was too strong. Even if I could connect to Tessa, my power was not strong enough to have a stable connection anyway.
That means the idea of creating an interworld portal was out of the picture too.
I let out a tired sigh and continued my journey into the unknown. The uneasiness and fear began to creep in me. I was pretty sure I was lost. Regret was seeping into my system. My last resort would be to get into Raveno’s mind. To ask for help. Though I knew how stupid that idea was.
The crescendo of agonizing screams restored some hope in me. It was telling me that the end was near. No puns intended. At the same time, it also meant that I was getting closer to the punishment center. I wasn’t sure if the latter was good or bad.
I’d heard stories of the cruel and inhumane punishments carried out on the sinners in the Underworld from the lectures back at Fallen Angels. I hated those subjects. I never liked blood and violence. Maybe it was my bad karma for not paying attention in the class so now I had to see it for myself.
I flattened myself against the wall and peeked out to check the coast. Through the opening in the wall, I could see a few floors of the punishment center, painful cries echoing in the air. I thought there were at least seven floors. For seven different sins.
The metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils and seared my lungs. A sick feeling arose in the pit of my stomach. My hand quickly flew to cover my mouth but it was too late. A loud belching noise growled from my throat before the green projectile shot out of my mouth.
With one hand balancing on the wall, my other hand clutched tightly onto my belly as I decanted the contents of my stomach onto the ground. My head was pounding from the constant drone of noises.
When the last drop of liquid spilled from my throat, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and tried to balance myself on my feet. My body felt weak and tired. I was contemplating turning around and locking myself back in the cell when the advancing footsteps coming from the tunnel sprang me into action.
Adrenaline catapulted my feet off the ground. I bolted into the staircase and crouched in the dark corner when two hunky Hell Guards marched into sight. I sucked in my breath, trying not to move a muscle as the two breezed past. They didn’t seem to notice the vomit either.
I followed the two of them with my eyes until they disappeared around the corner. My body paralyzed with fear. I didn’t move an inch from the cover until a few minutes passed and I was sure they were not turning back.
The dim light from the punishment center filtered through the railing onto the staircase. I inched downstairs, making the slightest noise possible though the constant wailing would have drowned my footsteps. The tiny hairs rose on the nape of my neck as uneasiness crawled over my skin.
I chewed my lips raw. Until I could taste blood, then convinced myself the blood in the air was mine. The blood turned icy and froze in my veins when I stopped at the scene from one of the punishment centers.
Thick crimson drapes and cashmere carpet covered the interior. A black crystal chandelier hung amidst the grandiose hall decorated to mimic a gothic wellness center. Black massage chairs and foot massages dotted around the place. Except they didn’t function as they were intended. I knew this place. I read it in the magic books. This was the Massage Parlor, for people who had committed crimes of pride. Andrajvah had a unique knack in decorating and naming the punishment centers in ironic ways.
I clung tightly onto the railing when two of the Hell Guards dragged a man, scantily clad in torn white clothes stained with red towards the massage chairs. He was screaming and groveling, begging for mercy to which the guards had turned their deaf ears too. They tossed him onto the chair, strapped him up, and with the push of a button, the spikes shot out of the chair, impaling the victim.
My stomach lurched. Bile was rising in my throat. I pinched my eyes closed when the shirt of the victim turned into red. I wished I could shut my ears to his helpless scream as well.
Against my better judgment, I looked around the Massage Parlor, seeking for more horrors. Another prisoner had his knees crushed in the foot massager. Another pair of Hell Guards were beating the hell out of the guy with what looked like a handheld shoulder massager. I winced. I wrapped my arms around myself as my skin began to prickle.
The tormented scream pierced into my bones. The phantom pain pricked me. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sick scene. A perverse need rose in me as if there was a pleasure watching those people get tormented by the cold and cruel Hell Guards. Maybe that’s why people watch horror movies, to torture themselves with fear. Maybe I was a masochist. Maybe it was guilt. To think that I deserved to be there, taking their places for what I had done to the world.
I helped Andrajvah achieve his sick goal. I caused the deaths of the two innocent professors in Fallen Angels. The urge to throw myself into the Massage Parlor and let the Hell Guards give me my befitting punishment rose in me. I had no idea when I had sat on the staircase.
I was getting numb to the screams. Even the blood splashing and bone splitting became less confronting. Defeat dawned on me. The world was coming to an end. Andrajvah was going to tip the balance and the world we knew would end. And there was nothing I could do. I felt bad that all the while I was thinking of myself. I was thinking of leaving Fallen Angels, to start a new life and put everything behind. I was so selfish.
A hot lump of tears formed on my throat. My eyes glazed over at the commotion in the Massage Parlor as I sat there motionless. Even their suffering would end, finally. All these would disappear.
I was lost in my own thoughts when one of the faces in the Massage Parlor rang a bell. I blinked quickly and wiped the tears that blurred my vision. Craning my neck, I peered through the dark chamber. My heart cinched when I made out it was Toar.
A glint of hope revived in me. Toar would know what to do. He could guide me to the declaration. All I needed to do now was find a way to get to him. Urgency sprang me on my feet. Wrapping my fingers around the railing, I surveyed for an entrance. The main entrance was flanked with a pair of patrolling guards. There was no way I could get in through there.
So I went to look down the staircase. It seemed like there was a backdoor that led towards the inside of the chamber. It wasn’t guarded.
I went back to see Toar, to wait for the perfect time to strike.
A bloody lump covered his forehead. A cut ran across his broken nose. He was stripped off his armor and was garbed in a tattered black tank. Toar collapsed on the ground, his back was perforated with bleeding holes that closed back within seconds. The pair of Hell Guards who hauled him out of the massage chair towered over him had the same smug look when one of them kicked him on the side.
“What goes up will come down in the end, huh?” jeered the kicker.
His companion wrapped his arms over his chest. “Who on their sane mind would think of going against the Master? Especially someone as high up and wise as yourself?” He kicked him again.
You would have thought he would spring on his feet and beat the crap out of the two cocky Hell Guards. But he didn’t fight back. His crimson face twisted in a pained expression as he clutched onto his stomach and curled up into a ball. A hollow hole burned in my stomach. Toar was in defeat and he looked so weak. It was so out of character.
With his eyes closed, he laid on his side. Unmoved.
The Hell Guards spat on him and walked away, leaving him to his own devices. That was my chance. I followed the guards with my eyes until they went out of sight and tiptoed downstairs. I opened the door and slithered out of it like a shadow. Glancing around for one last time, I dropped into a crouch next to Toar. I shook my head to purge away the emotions and focused on the mission.
“Hey…” I prodded him on the muscular arm with my finger.
My chest swelled with hope when Toar stirred and peered at me with his half-squinting eyes. “What are you doing here?” His voice was labored and barely audible. It sounded as if he was reprimanding me for looking for him.
I gulped. “The declarations. I have to destroy them. We have to stop Andrajvah from putting the end to the world. It’s just too precious. I can’t bring myself to watch the entire history of mankind being wiped out.”
Toar’s eyes settled on my face for a long time. He fell back on the ground with a snigger and shook his head. “So you know the truth.”
I nodded. I tried not to sound bitter. “Should’ve told me earlier.”
Toar gave me a sideways glance. “It would be futile. You were too driven by your own ambitions. You wouldn’t give a damn if I told you the truth then. You would think about your own escape. Your own freedom. But now…you have earned it. Alas, it’s too late to do anything right now.”
I felt a tug in my stomach. Toar was the only one with the courage to go against Andrajvah. And now he was giving up too.
“If this was the slightest chance we could take to save the world, I would do it.” Clenching my fists tightly, I glanced around to see if the two guards came back.
Toar shook his head as a tired sigh escaped his chest. “It’s too late to do anything now, Debbie. The Doomsday Clock is closing to midnight. The end is near.”
My brows knitted in confusion. “Doomsday Clock?” Why hadn’t I heard this from the lectures? Must have nodded off.
“The Doomsday Clock hangs in the middle of the Underworld. Next to the Hall of Justice. You’d probably be too busy praying for your own safety if you were in the Hall of Justice to notice that the Doomsday Clock is there. You might think that it’s just a clock. But the hands never move. You wish it wouldn’t. Every time Andrajvah claims a Heart of Gold, the time inches closer towards midnight.”
The tiny hairs rose on my arms. The chill picked up around me. The idea of the end of the world felt realer than before. The adrenaline pumped through my system, making my heart tick like a time bomb.
“And that is when the balance is tipped and the world starts to crumble.”
“No!” I gripped tightly onto Toar’s hand as the mental images of Professor Ashura flashed back into my mind. The memories of the other day when Ashura and Clem were killed were still fresh in the back of my mind. There was no way I could forget that.
After
I sold my soul to Andrajvah, I told the Agent of Darkness everything I knew. Everything that Urken had briefed to us. I still couldn’t fathom why my name was on Urken’s list but I guessed it was just fate. It made my life so much easier now when I got my powers back.
And on that fateful day, when Ashura and I went to the meeting point, ready to attack, we got ambushed. The Agents of Darkness attacked us. I knew this all along. It was all an act. They weren’t coming for me. They were coming for Ashura. But what I didn’t expect was for Ashura to throw herself in front of me, taking the blade.
The Agent of Darkness was pretending to hurt me but Ashura sacrificed herself. That wasn’t part of the plan but it turned out well. The news of the ambush went quickly to Urken, who turned up to witness the whole thing.
I stood there overwhelmed with guilt and shock. Urken had come to my rescue even though I just caused the death of his colleague. I hated myself so much but I had to focus on my own goal. The guilt still hung over me. I swore to myself I wanted to put everything behind after this. I didn’t want to be an angel anymore. I didn’t want anything to do with the divine world.
