Her Darkest Devils by Ginna Moran
Chapter 25
KASE
War
CHRISTIAN HOWLS AS Lucian uses Hell power to sear the long cut shut across his torso. The angel isn’t in pain, doped up by Dante’s venom bite, but he’s frustrated as shit because Andre dragged him from the eternal orgy after informing us of Zade’s warning. I can’t exactly blame the fucker. Christian was having the time of his eternity fucking and getting fucked, able to navigate the Winds of Incompletion that Andre set up to stop any soul from reaching their peaks.
“Hey, horny bastard. It’s okay. I get it. You weren’t done.” Dante pets the angel’s hair and grins in amusement. “But don’t worry. You’ll get to go back soon enough. Andre’s going to need you to babysit his kingdom. You’ll get to do whatever you want. Maybe even get a brand new cock that’ll attach you to a nice pussy or ass so you don’t have to constantly chase the souls through the wind. How would you like that? Once you complete your mission, you can have access to Hell’s power.”
I nearly lose my shit, my laughter silently shaking my shoulder as he talks to the angel like a fucking teacher or some shit. Dom Daddy Dante to the rescue, though I know he prefers to be a master.
Christian heaves a breath and nods his head, finally relaxing. “I won’t let you down.”
The second Christian’s hand is free, he touches his cock, jerking off so fast and furiously that he could damn well rip it off. At least it distracts him from the unholy bomb of Hell power that will detonate the second he returns to Heaven’s army. They’ll take him in without question and try to push the darkness of Hell out of him with their light. That’s all it’ll take.
“Easy, friend. Let me give you something a bit more hands off. You have to go.” Dante summons a vibrating butt plug from his stash on a plane Raven would cream over if she could see. “Remember what we told you.”
Christian moans, not even waiting for lube to shove the fucking plug in his ass and turning it on at high power. It’s right now that I realize how fucked he is after being in Andre’s Hell. Who knew the level of Lust could be torturous, even to me.
“You can count on me, your majesties. I understand the importance of your cause, and am happy to finally see things as they are.” Christian stretches his frazzled wings and manages to launch out of the Hell circle and into the air.
It’s so fucking satisfying hearing an angel bow.
“Think it’s going to give us enough time?” I ask, watching the damn naked angel disappear into the sky.
“Plenty. I’ll check on a few others from my collection and set them right as a backup plan. It’s what we need. Put a rift in the army and make it so they won’t know who they can trust.” Lucian rubs his hands together and grins. “Elias better fucking appreciate this.”
Dante growls and swings. “It’s not about him. It’s about Hell. Now go. We’ll call you when it’s time. Be thankful Micah is handling the new tether, because if he hadn’t agreed, it would’ve been back to you.”
Lucian mutters under his breath. “I’ll be thankful when this is over.”
“Then get to it,” I say, whacking him on the back. “Break those motherfucking angels and be ready.”
“Don’t fuck up, either,” Dante adds. “This is your chance to prove your worth, Lucian, understand? You won’t get another.”
“Damn straight. Fuck up, and you’ll be with your little angelic pets imprisoned back in Hell.”
***
“She doesn’t need this bullshit,” Dante mutters, twisting the head of a dead man until it finally snaps from its body. He hisses and chucks it at the wall of Hell’s Ink, one of our shared tattoo parlors. “We don’t deserve this bullshit.”
My mind barely processes anything. Andre’s presence is the only reason I remain calm, which is weird as fuck. Lust works two ways with me. It either drives me crazy or chills me out, and now, it distracts me from what I really want to do—catch every angel I can and turn them into bombs against Heaven.
“Heaven will get the threat. I’ll feel Christian re-enter Hell.” Andre stands in front of the body of my favorite piercer, who was on call for me the second Raven agreed to wear the pussy ring I created and infused with an exquisite soul just for her. Not that her pussy needs more power, but damn it. I want my jewelry on her body.
I can’t even suggest she get a couple’s tattoo instead, because my favorite artist is in two pieces, slaughtered by the overzealous followers of the guardians who sent their fresh mortal warriors here to ruin us.
These fucking bastard angels are making a damn mess with our businesses, and I won’t stand for it. If they want a war, they’re getting a war. I don’t think the angelic army grasps what we are capable of. We’ve kept the darkness at bay for a reason. We can and will let Hell loose on their asses as revenge.
I’m not some heartless fucker like them. Everyone in this damn shop was under contract and satisfactory enough that they’d have all been great bottom feeders. But fucking Heaven stole that too, granting unwanted miracles. I know damn well that Malory would’ve never agreed to let some angel sweep her off her feet. She understood things beyond cultivated religions of the Mortal Realm. Our contracts were forced into begging the angels for mercy because of their followers’ brutality. This is low, even by Hell’s standards, and we don’t have many.
“I want to know the second he does. Raven needs to know that we’ve handled things accordingly. This stress is going to ruin her fantastic sendoff bang with Elias.” Dante throws an arm at the wall next. “I want—”
“Goddamn it. Keep it together, Dante. Raven’s going to be fine. But our business? Fuck. Anyone call out today?” I ask, trying to suppress my anger over Dante’s pity party. Raven doesn’t need pity. She needs me to fucking gut every shitty angel I come across and collect their damn feathers to stuff in our duvet cover or some shit. Fry up some wings to feed to the masses. Creating an angelic delicacy that mankind will add to their menus when I’m through will be the only perfect recourse for this bullshit.
Dante rubs his bloody hand across the back of his neck and leans over the counter, looking at the glowing computer screen. “Looks like we got lucky. Lazy Lou and Tish canceled their appointments.”
“That’s the married couple?” I ask, verifying. I only know the names of the ones I let put their hands on my body. Everyone else is just a contracted soul to me.
“No, the twins.” Dante motions to the collage of photos on the wall, pointing out a man and woman who completely contrast each other as the guy wears bold colors and the chick wears all black with hair as dark as Raven’s. “Beau and Barbie were fucking in the backroom and were definitely not allowed their damn happy ending. The disgusting angelic dick suckers have a place in Hell because of it. What they did to Beau...they’re going to have a real fucking shocker when they die and realize that Heaven tricked them into sacrificing their souls to us.”
If Dante mentions what happened to Beau, then it must be worse than I thought. “And Beau will never get his personal revenge. The poor bastard. We’ll have to ensure we handle it appropriately.” I throw an energy ball at the wall, shattering the glass of one of the framed posters. If I didn’t want my shop up and running again, I’d burn the place down. “We need to call upon our legions. If Heaven’s army is getting this bold, we need to act fast. Next it’ll be the church we acquired, and those souls are damn important to our business model.”
Andre clears his throat, quietly listening to my conversation with Dante without butting in. He’s a clueless fuck when it comes to devil affairs on this plane. Luckily for him, it won’t be for long. When Micah informed us that he wanted to take Hell’s tether, I almost cheered. I know angel-girl has a bond with him, but he’s still on my shit list. I tolerate him for her sake, but I’m way fucking more excited that the Ruler of Lust is about to turn our estate into an endless orgy of stuffing Raven. His presence alone soaks her panties, and I can’t wait for that celebration.
“What would you like me to do?” Andre asks, shifting under the intensity of my stare.
I shake my wandering thoughts away, trying not to think about what watching him with Raven would be like if she let him stretch her ass a bit. Watching the slight resistance before easing in was the fucking hottest thing I’ve seen between me and her, and I can already imagine watching it with her and him. I’ll have to make sure to film it, because I know it might only ever be once. She’ll need a damn icepack after he’s through.
Dante whacks me on the arm. “What the fuck? Get it together. We have shit to do that isn’t fantasizing.” Reaching down, he flicks me right in the cock.
I growl and punch him in his side. The fucking bastard knows me too damn well. “Fucker, I’m thinking,” I lie, snaking my tail around his waist, preparing to whip him in the balls. “I don’t know whether to have him wait for Christian or return to Raven.”
Locking his fingers around my tail, Dante strokes hard and fast, shooting pain and pleasure right to my dick. I recoil and tuck my tail away, forcing myself to suppress my need to retaliate. Andre groans in annoyance, and I realize the bastard might be a bit jealous. As much as he denies his feelings, he misses his bond with Zade. But right now, it’s not my damn problem that he bonded with a wishy-washy savior a millennia ago. He should’ve found someone who was a ride or die, fuck and get high, love but not in love, down for anything companion like Dante. Down to fuck. Down to fight. Down to share. Down for eternity.
Ugh. Now I’m getting distracted and mushy in my balls. Time to suck it up, tighten up, and fuck it up.
“Go wait for the angelic bastard and catch him before he enters the orgy pit so we have some good news to take back to Raven. We’ll meet you at the house with Lucian.” Dante tightens his jaw, glancing at me in his peripheral vision, taking charge.
Without waiting for me to confirm, Andre returns to Hell through his portal. The flames dissipate, and I link my fingers to the back of my head and holler, letting my voice ring through the air.
Dante surprises the fuck out of me by hugging me from behind. He tightens his arms, restraining me in place, not letting me go until I stop struggling against him. Thank fucking fuck he doesn’t have a boner for once threatening the resistance of my pants. I hate that shit and don’t understand how he or Raven love a big cock pressed to their ass cracks.
“You need to swallow that fucking wrath and put it toward something useful before you accidentally destroy our shop. We’re already going to be down a few weeks because of the massacre.” Dante digs his chin into my neck. “Channel that rage into planning another counterattack. The angel bomb won’t work a second time.”
I groan and scrub my hands over my cheeks. “You’re a bastard.”
“You love me,” he teases, finally releasing me.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I grin with my words and take a deep breath, appreciating that Dante got my dumbass to focus before my wrath consumed me completely. “Why don’t you call Gia to come clean up this disaster while I summon Lucian? Gia can put out an alert to all our Mortal Realm bottom feeders to prepare. If Heaven wants a war, they’ll get a damn war. Demand our legions attack first. No mercy. No avoidance. Have them trap and drag every damn angel they can to Hell.”
Dante’s face lights up with the flash of his devil façade sparking with green light in his gaze. “Fuck, Raven should hear you now. She’d be on her knees.”
I flick my tongue between my index and middle finger. “And you’ll be on yours for her.”
I motion for him to hurry the fuck up and handle our devil affairs as I stroll toward the center of the shop, kicking body parts out of my way. Using the ash Andre left behind, I ignite a new summoning circle and focus on the deepest of Hell’s levels, knowing that Lucian has other guardians there that he’s been collecting for weeks. They’re not useful for what currently happens, but Lucian needed something to focus on after following the lead Christian gave Andre and ended up empty handed due to his lack of a tether. That’s why the bomb.
Serves the bastard right to get a reality check, though. He’s not the almighty Satan he thinks he is.
“Elias better be fucking dying for interrupting my fun.” Lucian materializes in front of me, dangling his fire whip from his clawed fingers as he remains in his devil form. “These featherheads are weaker than I thought. We’ll have them ready to fight against Heaven by the week’s end.”
“Cass is going to shit his pants,” I say, rubbing my hands together. “What did you do to break them?”
Lucian chuckles. “They went for a swim in the pits. Got greased up by all those fucking souls.”
This smart bastard. And here I expected him to sever some wings to give to the hounds as chew toys. “I’m not admitting your brilliance, but damn.”
“I knew that if they saw what we did without the damn light blinding them, they’d get it...at least some of them. There are a couple hanging with the hounds until they’re ready for another dip.” Lucian cracks his neck and contains his devil form, turning into the handsome bastard he is.
“Gia’s on her way.” Dante expands his wings at the same time he flexes his muscles, dragging my attention to him. “Let’s fly. Be a little bait. I’m in a mood to fuck something up.”
Lucian lifts an eyebrow. “So this is it, yeah? We’re getting Greed’s Kingdom?”
I forgot I didn’t respond to his threat. “Close. We just have one thing to take care of first. We need to create his Hell circle.”
It’s time for Elias to take his throne.
It’s time Heaven gets the message loud and clear.
Hell is coming, and they’re about to feel the power of my wrath.
