Page 67 of Hellish Fae
“All the pretty ones are.” His lips twitch with a half smile.
I swallow hard at that as my stomach twists.
She is pretty. She’s obnoxious and crazy and so fucking pretty it hurts to look at her. It hurts even more that she’s getting fucked right now…
Never fucking mind.
“Ever been to the Demonic Dead?” Maverick asks like I should have some fuckin’ clue for what that means.
The shaking scream that follows his words is like a rooster calling out to an ally cat who’s shrieking back in ancient Latin about a simple sunrise hitting the skyline once again.
“Nope. Can’t say I have,” I yell over the sound of her fucking orgasm. Make thatorgasms. Multiple.
Fucking gods make it end already.
“Get up. We’re going.” He kicks the wooden chair I’m sitting in as he strides to the door and I don’t hesitate for a single fucking second before I follow him out.
I just ran after a creature of hell to go look at some eerie shit called the Demonic Dead all because I can’t listen to Aries’s cum on some other fucker’s cock.
My head is so fucked right now.
* * *
Maverick’s quiet. I can’t complain. I normally fucking wouldn’t except during the silence, all I can think about is if they’re all still hot and heavy in the fuck fest back at the house.
“It’s just a bit farther,” Maverick whispers back to me as we hike across the thick sand. I feel it slide in my boots but it’s not much of a distraction.
Not at all.
I blink away my pounding thoughts and try to take in our surroundings.
Enormous white buildings pile up upon each other. Gritty sand lines the small streets and darkness blankets us without much light.
Until we turn a corner.
A golden hue circles the empty space before us. Large posts rise up high into the night sky and bathe the sand in ethereal tones. Except… it’s black. Ashen almost. It’s waved across the ground in a perfect spear of space that drifts on for nearly a mile.
And in all that empty space, only one thing rests here.
One solid black tomb sits at the center.
“Each empire of the Torch has a resting place for the Demonic Dead. This is where all the ashes of all demons are scattered to rest. Some of us are fallen, some of us natural born demons. Some are commoners and some are royal. But when we die, we’re all the same. We live together and we die together,” Maverick says on a gentle tone that slithers through my chest.
Angels, angels don’t think like that at all. The higher up you are, the better you are than everyone else. You breed with only your equals. You especially don’t associate with demons.
Like I am right now.
“And this is where Aries demon belongs?” I can’t take my eyes off of the center tomb.
Whose is it? If they’re all the same, why is that one so prominent and special?
“Hers belongs in the Voren Empire in the east. But yes, in the Demonic Dead. If Aries went there, I bet her demon would return to her resting place without any help from Aries.”
My heart pounds as I look at the ashy ground spread before me.
It’d be so damn easy to bring her here and solve all her problems for her. I could help her. I could save her fucking life.
Pain presses in on my chest. It’s a slicing thing that cuts through my pretty little thoughts and forces me to find logic.
