Page 5 of True Sacrifice
Mate bonds cannot be broken once made.
Demonlings do not lose power if a mate is deceased. However, the death of a mate has caused The Withering. **
Little is understood about how the mate bond functions. Some have described it like a rope or string that connects the mates. Others have likened it more to a tunnel in which they could control aspects. One thing is understood: the mate bond will pull the mates together, regardless of intent to deny.
Well, that sounded like fun. My new little pet would be a mixture of Jax, Jasper and me? That would make her incredibly powerful. Which meant I could play with her all day and night. I was getting excited again, thinking about it.
I would have to take things slowly at first with my little pet. She was human once. I would need to teach her what it meant to be a demon first. I wanted her at her best. Have you ever had anyone more powerful than you on their knees? I have.
I curled up in the fire’s light on my nest, made of pillows and blankets. I settled in to learn everything ever written about demonlings.
“She’s awake.” Jasper’s head poked in my door. He was grinning. I hadn’t seen him grin in a very long time. I felt the waves of pure excitement and joy running off him, humming through my veins, causing me to rush out of my nest.
“Do we have a plan?” Jax asked calmly when we emerged into the hallway.
“We could always barge in there and overwhelm her?” I supplied.
Concern flashed through Jax so quickly I almost missed it entirely. The following emotion was waves of amusement.
“Justice,” Jax began, and I snapped to attention at my name. “See what she’s doing for a few days. Hell will provide food for her, but otherwise keep her contained. Let her work out some of that anger.”
He pointed to Jasper next, “then you go in and charm her. We can tell our parents we have accepted a mate. They will immediately start planning a feast. Offer to take her to that. Justice and I can meet her at the ball. I want to put this so-called mate bond to the test. If it’s real, then she shouldn’t have any problem figuring out who we are.”
I frowned. That didn’t feel as awesome of a plan as Jax’s emotions had suggested. Seemed kind of boring to me. A craving washed through me. My mind fixating on the idea of looking her in the eyes. For a reason I could not explain, I just needed that so insanely badly. It felt like an itch under my skin since the moment I saw her lying on the floor, and now its intensity has reached the crescendo.
I accepted my role with the crows. At least then I would get to see her. Too bad I couldn’t feel her emotions through the crows.
His cock was this big, and it had spirals all over it. I don’t know where he came up with that design.
I turned on my heel and headed right back into my room. Flopping down on the bed and settling in for a long mind melt. I closed my eyes and focused on the nearest crow. I didn’t need to wait around and hear Jasper’s opinion on the matter. Two out of three votes were in Jax’s favor.
I flew, relishing the wind as it swept past my inky black feathers. The currents from the lava vents provided plenty of updrafts, making flying a breeze. I landed on the balcony opposite the large glass door to her room. Perhaps she would even open it and come out and I could get a real close look at her, but for now she was sitting on the bed looking at herself.
Her skin was a creamy pale white. It looked almost like someone had dipped her in milk. The book had explained about the physical transformation from the human soul to demonling. Apparently, it took a few months to transform from a semi-ghost like being into a fully formed demon. Until then, she would have access to several ghost abilities if she learned how to use them in time.
During hunting season, the pack went to the mortal realm to hunt rogue ghosts. We captured or killed the spirits that refused to move on to the next realm. They can get extremely powerful, and that is why an entire pack is needed to take them down. My little pet was already the most dangerous creature in the room, and she didn’t know yet.
She was examining her hands, which were no longer bloody. Demon healing patched her up while she was sleeping. It worked slower on her for now. Curtains of long blonde hair swept down over her shoulder, blocking me from getting a good look at her face. It didn’t matter. I would sit here for the next few days without a single complaint.
Food was delivered the demon way; suddenly appearing on the table beyond the bed, startling her. Hell had this wonderful way of always giving you exactly what you needed. All you had to do was think about it, and Hell would provide. It was convenient too.
It surprised the girl when the food showed up. She glared at it and refused to eat. Suspicious, I would guess, but I couldn’t feel her fucking emotions through the vision. My little pet was smart at least. There was no reason to fear the food that Hell supplied, as it held no allegiances. She clearly had no way of knowing that though.
She stormed towards the balcony, opening the doors and then noticing the ledge. Using an assessing step, she made it out onto the stone. It wasn’t going anywhere. I squawked.
Turning to me in surprise, I didn’t miss the way she jumped. She tucked her elbows in to her sides as if she was readying to fight. I adjusted my wings and tucked them tightly into my body.
She took a tentative step toward me. I would not fly away. Her confidence built with each step, and she extended her hand, intending to pet me.
That was not going to happen.
I took off through the doorway into her room, landing on the table. I pecked at a roasted potato sitting next to an excellent-looking roast. An interesting choice of dinner for my little pet to have called from the magic. It wasn’t elaborate, like the meals I normally ate. This was comfort food; my pet needed comfort.
“Hey! Don’t eat that! It could be poisoned,” she yelled, flapping her arms at me to shoo me away.
Aww, she cared about me. I flew away like a good little bird, wanting instead to go back to my body and show up at her door. She could try to shoo me away in that form, and I could show her exactly how powerful I was. Bet I could get her to eat, too. Hoping she would get the message after that little display, I took a perch on one of the light crystals, I waited and watched.
She tried to hit me several times to get me to leave, but there wasn’t much in the room for her to throw. Eventually, she gave up, sitting back down on the bed with a huff of frustration. It took her even longer to realize the food hadn’t hurt me. I still felt the swell of pride as she got the message and ate a few bites of food.
