Page 2 of Witch's Rebirth
His horns and hands never seemed to change, unlike Lucifer who changed his horns like a fashion accessory. Ash never got any animal features from his fall, but he nearly died and had his wings torn to shreds in the process of saving me.
"Won't you join me for a drink?" He swept a clawed hand in the direction of a lounge area with luxurious couches and a low table covered in goblets and other substances. "I feel like Ashtaroth and Lucifer take all of your time lately. You've been with us for centuries and it seems we've barely gotten to know each other."
A few demons lounged in his area with at least one human male. The human plowed into a gorgeous, dark-haired succubus, fucking her with all his might as she mewled like a kitten. At the same time, she pawed at another demon, trying to entice him to join in on their fun. He ignored her however and seemed more interested in the array of drugs and drinks on the table.
While the scene playing out in front of me didn't phase me, I knew exactly what Beelz hinted at ingetting to know each other. And I had zero desire to get to know him in that way.
"Thank you," I continued with my tight smile at him as I yanked my arm out of his grip. "But I was just on my way over to see Ash."
His smile fell and I noticed his eye twitched with tension. It seemed even down here, some men felt they were entitled to a woman's attention, especially if they were in any sort of position of power. Thankfully, I had powers of my own.
"My love."
A firm hand squeezed my waist and Ash's familiar earthy scent filled my nose.
"Hey, love." I turned into him, smiling genuinely this time and nuzzled his neck openly so Beelzebub could see. Hopefully the message was clear.
Beelzebub walked off abruptly, not even acknowledging Ash's presence.
"Seems I came over at just the right time." The feathers on his wing tickled the back of my neck.
"I had it handled," I told him, sliding my arm through his. "Now what were you three discussing so intently back there?"
"Him, actually." Ash nodded at Beelz, who retreated to his corner of the lounge like a sulking child. He settled on a couch, said something to the succubus getting fucked, who proceeded to bury her head in his crotch as she yanked his pants down.
"Like what, he's acting like an entitled human at a full moon festival?" I scoffed.
"Worse." Ash turned us away and we walked together to a quieter corner of the party. "Lucifer suspects he's partaking in some unethical practices." With a sigh, he lowered himself onto a plush, empty loveseat and pulled me into his lap.
"What kind of unethical practices?" I sat on his thighs and looped my arms around his neck, massaging the tight muscles there. Sometimes I felt Ash took his position too seriously.
"Recruiting followers by means of control, not free will." His face was steely, his pale eyes sharp. "Which goes against everything we stand for."
"What can be done?" I slid my hands down his chest and nipped at his neck. His body relaxed slightly beneath me, although one distinct part of him grew harder.
"Nothing yet," he murmured, frustration evident in his voice. "We can't prove it yet but Lucifer has strong suspicions. And Lucifer is never wrong."
I ground my hips into his lap, teasing his thick bulge into a rock hard pillar as I kissed his neck. He moaned and grabbed my hips, pushing away the fabric of my already skimpy dress.
"Then trust in Lucifer," I whispered into his ear. "And when you find one of his victims, bring them to me."
"What for, love?" he asked, running his hands across my body in fascination, as if this was his first time touching me.
"Because," I breathed. "I want to show them what it's like to take control back into their own hands."
1
DEJA
The pain and hopelessness of watching a man I loved die before my eyes was indescribable. It was more than soul crushing because he was never supposed to die. This was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to leave me.
Just minutes ago he was in bird form, a beautiful black raven. Just this morning he smirked at me with that panty-melting smile and those luscious dark eyes. He was my voice of reason with the new confusing dynamic of having Seth in the house and my unwanted attraction toward him.
This was not how it was supposed to go at all. They were supposed to kill the demon hunters coming after us. My men, the loves of my life, were supposed to be immortal.
Someone pulled me away from Raum's limp, lifeless body. My limbs felt like concrete swimming through mud to reach him but something kept dragging me away. More people surrounded him so I could only see his legs. I was vaguely aware of more bodies lying around on the ground. Why was so much death surrounding me? I didn't want any of this.
The person holding me was strong. No amount of fighting, struggling, begging, and sobbing allowed me to run back to Raum's side. He needed me! He didn't know what it was like to die and shouldn't have to go through it alone.
