I pace the floor, unseen, by Cora’s bed as she sleeps. My
boots fall silent on the thick carpet as I circle the king size,
four post bed. A swirl of blankets containing a dark haired
beauty on her back. I make my way around the bed,
observing her from all angles. Blankets hide her body from
me, but not her face. Alabaster skin and slightly parted,
rosy lips speak to the darkest parts of me. Her black hair
tangled on the pillow, hair I’d love to get a fist full off.
In the demon world, I’m Lust. Sex personified.
And let me tell you, do I love my work.
I look over at Xander, who watches me with his
neon green gaze. The Prince of Darkness in the flesh. To
say he’s my leader isn’t enough. He’s more of a God to
those of us under his thumb, at least, he likes to think so.
We chose to fight with him when we were all angels
in Heaven, rebelling against The Father, so we were all cast
out together. Now we roam this playground call Earth.
More often than not, over the centuries, we have
worked side by side. Sexual desire, or maybe a little bit of
sick deviance, is often the gateway to the darker side. It’s
an easy foot hold, if you will, when trying to gain control of
someone. And I learned not to ask questions, I just do what
I’m told. If this is what Xander wants, I know better than to
do anything less than obey him.
Xander doesn’t like to be defied. Not to mention
that eternity under a pissed off Lucifer is unpleasant, to say
He dragged me here tonight, and I’m glad he did.
Cora lays sleeping, flowery purple blankets barely covering
her luscious body as the demon of fear sits on her chest. He
has his long, claw-like fingers sunk into her skull, swirling
nightmares in her brain, just as he has been off and on since
she was a child. I know of this woman, but this is my first
time actually meeting her.
She tosses her head, muffled whimpers and cries
escape her as she fights whatever horror she’s dreaming of.
I step around the bed, watching, unable to control
my heavy breathing as I stare at her, cracking my knuckles.
“So what’s the story on this one?” I reach out,
unable to control my urge to see her body. I pull the covers
back, taking in bare breasts.
“Like you need a reason.” Xander laughs, sitting
down in a wing chair. He leans forward, resting his elbows
on his knees. Hair that’s so black it’s almost blue falls into
“You got that right. She looks tasty.” I lick my lips,
moving closer to the bedside.
“Her husband walked out on her about two months
ago. We’re here to make it permanent. We have to prevent
the birth of their child.”
I shove fear off her. He’s a small, dark creature and
he hisses at me, moving into a dark corner. Fear doesn’t
bother anymore trying to look pretty, he stays hidden all the
time. We were all created by God, the most beautiful
creatures ever beheld by human eyes. That didn’t change
for most of us, but there are one or two that fell into the
shadows and prefer to remain there.
I take in the full sight of her body without Fear in
the way, taking a deep breath.
“What child? Are we sure her husband is the
father?” Without the blankets in the way, I take in the sight
of her in just white, cotton panties. Her bare breasts rising
and falling, hips that make my mouth water.
Reaching up, I touch her. Her skin is hot in my
hand. I palm the curve of her heavy breasts. She moves into
“Yes, he’s the father-”
“But he’s not even in the picture, so why are we
here?” I slide my hand down her stomach. “Not that
fucking her won’t be fun, but you know what I mean.”
It’s been so long since I personally touched
someone. I rarely interact closely like this. This fact alone
tells me something serious is going on here.
“Let me finish and I’ll tell you.”
I glance up and catch his eye, bowing my head
“The brat is going to be the leader of the two
million man army that crosses the Euphrates and ushers in
the Apocalypse and the second coming of Christ talked
about in Revelation.”
I look up.
“What? Her kid? It’s that close?”
“Indeed.” He nods, leaning back. “We have to stop
it. If we don’t, prophesy is pretty clear. This party will end
and we end up in Hell. I’m not ready for that, are you?”
I shake my head. Believe it or not, we’ve never
been to Hell.
“No, of course not.”
“Then let’s get this show on the road. Break them
up, stop this. It may be our only shot.”
I stare at him.
“What are you waiting for?” he prompts.
I toss my long, blonde hair over my shoulder, the
gears in my mind already grinding out a plan, how to insert
myself into this woman’s life and rip it apart. I lean over
the bed and run a hand through her hair.
“Is she ready? Generating lust can cause problems.
I’d hate for her to start lusting after her husband, too.”
“Are you questioning me?”
The threat in his voice draws my eye.
“No. It’s just that sometimes they don’t respond,
sometimes it backfires, that’s all.”
“Make sure it doesn’t. Tell me you have a plan.”
I look back down at her. Running a hand down her
cheek, she shivers.
“I think it’s time to play doctor.” I pull a card out of
the air and hand it to him. “She has fertility problems,
right? Isn’t that why they broke up?”
“Yes, he got tired of her not paying attention to him
and told her she was obsessed.” He takes the card. “It’s
brilliant. And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”
He smiles, pocketing it.
“I’ll get started tonight.”
I climb into bed, straddling her hips. She shifts
under me and moans as I lean over her body, breathing on
Time for some pleasant dreams.
“Good. Don’t disappoint me.”
I bend further, sliding my tongue between her
breasts. She groans, reaching for me dreamily.
“Can’t wait. This one is going to be yummy.”
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