Page 25 of Lourdes & the Mafia
When they go back to normal, he sets the clothes aside and they disappear into wisps of smoke once more.
“She’s alive,” he says with surety.
I blanch. “What?!”
“Alive and roaming.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
Ramiel leans forward, pressing his elbows against the table. “I know a great many things, vidente.”
“Stop calling me that! I have a name, demon lord.”
His lips twitch with a smirk. “As do I, Lourdes.”
Oh, fuck.
Maybe he should call me vidente again, because the way he caresses the syllables of my name makes me feel like he’s peeling away my layers and leaving me bare for ravishing. Not that I’d be opposed…
No.
Bad Lourdes.
No more dick, remember?
Dick gets you into problems and makes you lose yourself. Hot demon dudes are no exception.
Besides, it’s not like I’m Naomi. This isn’t going to be another Kraken situation. I am not going to fuck a horde of guys.
My pussy weeps.
Puta, I tell her.Calm down.
But the diiiiickuuuhhhhh.
And now I’m talking to myself.
Today has been entirely too stressful.
“Okay, so she’s alive.” I try to focus on the conversation at hand instead of on his sultry purrs and whispers. “And you know this because of…” I wave in his general direction. “Magic man. Okay, but again I’ll ask, what does that have to do with you?”
“You aren’t ready for the answer to that.”
I see red and huff a breath. “How about you let me tell you what the fuck I’m ready for?”
We stare at one another, my chest heaving with my anger. I hate when people assume so little of me. When they think I can’t handle things. Naomi does it, and fuck, maybe I accidentally got a new roommate out to kill me just like she said I would, but I am not fucking incompetent.
Like he can read down to my soul, he nods once. “Fine. Let’s see what it is you can handle, vidente.”
I am unprepared for what happens next. Magic invades my every crevice. It hits me like a fucking train, the pain of a vision overpowering, filling me along with something darker. Something that feels and tastes and smells a lot like incense and brimstone and darkness. It’s like shadows given form and fire licking at flesh.
It feels like power, danger, and comfort.
And it goes inside me, a force that knocks me backwards. I’m unaware of reality as it presses down on me. I’m in hell, or at least, that’s what it feels like. Aside from being in a castle, I’m somewhere else too.
Somewhere frightening, with shrieks and cries of people who are dying.
My gaze sweeps over the destruction. In my vision, I see severed hands and several other body parts sticking up through the ground like statues. Strange creatures slither and crawl across the ground. Each one is deformed and bears strange resemblance to insects. Some sport dozens of legs, others antennae, but each one has raving teeth.
