Page 3 of Burn in Ruin
Ah, right. That was it. I knew it was J-something.
Kaito growled in reply. He leaned into the chains that glowed with angelic power.
My power.
He glared at me, no doubt laying all blame at my feet for his current predicament.
Not that he was wrong. I’d been the one to suggest this little training course in torture as part of my master plan.
But he’d been dumb enough to get himself captured in the first place. There was a price for stupidity.
Don’t be such a wuss,I thought at him, although I knew he couldn’t hear me.
I hadn’t completed the potential of what could be there between us, thanks to Lilith’s bond. Which meant that we hadn’t established a telepathic connection. Perhaps we’d forge one after this was all said and done.
Assuming he didn’t kill me.
I’d let him fuck me before. And I’d unintentionally begun an angelic mateship with him by marking him with my divine magic, but I hadn’t fucked him in return.
Although, I didn’t have to read his mind to know he was cursing me out right about now and plotting my murder.
He showed his teeth and snarled, which only made me grin in response.
I wanted to tell him that he was so adorable when he was pissed, but I’d have my chance alone with him later.
I’d worked my way up Lucifer’s ranks enough to be trusted with that task, at least.
But it had required a pound of flesh to prove my loyalty.
Kaito’s flesh, to be precise.
A pool of black blood glimmered like a moat around the platform where Kaito had been a practice demon for days now. Jerry-whatever hoisted his whip and frowned, likely trying tojudge how to draw the most pain out of the Kami that couldn’t be broken.
The task had been simple.
Lucifer wanted to beat the Kami down, then he wanted to know his secret.
How was he immune to Calamity?
The answer to that would require an interrogation, but I’d told Lucifer it would require Kaito to be weakened, first.
Thus, this pitiful display of training the Fallen Angels how to torture a demon had commenced.
J-bob angel stepped left, then right, then hesitated again as if questioning himself.
I rolled my eyes and tossed my cherry pit over my shoulder. Someone complained from behind me, but I didn’t care.
It was time to make my move.
“I’m bored of this shit, aren’t you?” I asked Orion as I shoved into J-string and ripped the whip from his hands.
“Hey!” he complained, but I had been feasting on cherries for days in preparation for this. I shoved him away with one hand, sending him flying into the stands.
The Fallen Angels already feared me. They knew I could be worse than my brother—especially when he wasn’t around.
Nobody was going to hold me back this time.
Orion narrowed his gaze at me. A hint of red light beat against the back of his otherwise golden irises, proving the influence that Lucifer and Calamity was having on him.
