Page 1 of Burn in Ruin
AZRA
A roar of agony ricocheted off the walls, giving me a nostalgic sense of home.
A shiver ran up my spine as excitement made my senses sharpen.
The curved stone walls glistened with dark magic.
The air hummed with delicious torment.
And every muscle in my body protested the fact that I was still sitting and not joining in on the fun.
Sighing, I forced myself to relax. It wouldn’t do if I jumped up on stage and helped Kaito’s torture along.
This was supposed to be another training for Lucifer’s Fallen Angel army. Although I felt like I was the one being tortured, not Kaito.
It took all of my willpower not to take over the job.
Although, I’d probably end up fucking him, and that was something I would reserve for later.
Because I’d let him fuck me, too, and I had a feeling Lucifer wouldn’t like that very much.
Kaito was his prisoner, and I wassupposedto be infected by Calamity and helping break the bastard.
It was a good thing that I was already infected by something far worse than Calamity.
And that wasinsanity.
Kaito glanced at me. He didn’t dare plead for help. Instead, his molten irises rimmed with silver burned with hate.
There was a fine line between hate and… well, other emotions.
Breaking eye contact, I glanced back at the pathetic excuse for a Fallen Angel. He was barely drawing blood with each strike.
He stiffened under my gaze and tried again, this time hard enough that red droplets splattered onto his face.
Better.
I relaxed a little more and tried to appreciate the moment. At least the Fallen Angels were improving.
The underground chamber had felt claustrophobic a moment ago. Circular stone walls etched with demonic runes made this space impenetrable, but I wouldn’t have minded a window to look out of.
I wasn’t in Purgatory anymore. While the view—or lack of view, rather—sucked ass, these past few days of indulging in pain were…
Nostalgic.
The torturer let his whip fall, sending blood spraying across the ground and I sucked in a breath through my teeth.
Oh yes. Much better.
The strike ripped out another roar from our little demon and that sound sent my heart pumping.
It was the kind of noise that would disturb a regular creature. But, after nearly a millennia of being Purgatory’s caretaker, torment had become… comforting.
Enjoyable.
I was aware it wasn’t a normal reaction to the sound of someone’s torture.
Being trapped in Purgatory had fucked me up, as well as my brother. I was fully aware of that.
