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Bram just sat there, smirking, and finished off his snack.
“We didn’t really start that rumor. We just chose not to clarify things when angels spread it. Even some people in Hell don’t want to go quietly. It doesn’t matter where you live, most people don’t come back from the dead like Felix here.”
I started playing with Ripley’s black curls.
“Actually, everyone does... they just don’t remember. Familiars are different, since they are guides to witches, they retain memories of their old lives and their time in the aether. I think I understand how your system works. Souls are meant to be recycled, you can’t kill them, they are like batteries. When the battery needs to be recharged, their vessel dies, and they go to the aether.
“You’re powering your sun on half-dead batteries, which is why you keep needing souls. They don’t stay there forever. They leave your sun to go to the aether to recharge again.”
Everyone was now looking to me instead of Bram for answers, but we didn’t need to be talking about reincarnation. We needed an actual solution.
“Why didn’t Lilith ever ask for help? My siblings and I could help her fix your sun if she would show us what she did when she was creating Hell. We’ll beat the ass of the god who bullied her, too. I’m sure we’d all love to have you live here.”
Bram just smiled back at me, sadly.
“Too much has happened since then. We are known for our deals.”
Ripley stretched out in my lap. Did she have to grind that tight little ass against my cock?
“We can still fix this. I think I speak for all of us when I say I wouldn’t mindyoustaying here with us,” Ripley said.
She certainly spoke for me, and it was more than just me being curious about his cock. I said I wanted to try a wolf, but I wouldn’t mind sampling a Hellhound either. Bram was a big, strapping man.
Baby steps.
I had a to-do list. I was going to stop this war with Hell, find a way to contact Lilith so we could fix their sun to ensure this never happened again, and I was going to find the god that started all this nonsense by forcing Lilith to create Hell and kick him across the cosmos.
Gabriel was finally pretending like he wasn’t paying more attention to his book than what was going on.
“I think I have an answer. The painting that Dorian gave the library… that is still a magical painting. In the morning, I want to spend some time studying it.”
Progress.
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Bram
What the fuck did I walk into? These people mistrusted demons and Hell, and yeah, I could understand why. The angels spread a ton of rumors about Hell, and we didn’t exactly try to set the record straight. TheyhatedLilith. After all, she had already outsmarted them once, and they were worried she’d get revenge. Honestly, she probably should have. We were safe in Hell. She created us to be hard to kill… why hadn’t she done the same for her witches?
We were an odd bunch, but Talvath’s seer said they would help. Gabriel completely hated me for being born. Balthazar alternated between never speaking and talking too much. I appreciated that he was digging into our enemy and could help me get to Talvath. Truth be told, I actually liked him… even when he was running his mouth, he seemed to be this free spirit who gave zero fucks what anyone thought.
While it wasn’t that common on Earth, and some people liked to throw hate towards men who wore makeup like he did, almost every male demon in Hell wore makeup, and we considered it attractive. Talvath would have let me if I asked, but most demons didn’t allow their Hellhounds to wear it. I didn’t ask because I knew several Hellhounds had been beaten for sneaking it on.
I liked Felix too. He was a snarky little bastard who wasn’t bitter about dying at all. He came back as a simple house-cat. I didn’t pretend to know what strings Lilith had pulled to give some of her creations familiars. Reyson said everyone was reborn and didn’t remember their previous lives; I earnestly hoped that was the case. There was alotwrong with how Hellhounds were treated, but I never wanted to be anything else. I was pretty badass.
The God of Chaos was justweird…I mean, I never had the honor of meeting Lilith. I’d never met Samael or Lucifer either. Talvath asked for my opinion on many things, but I was never invited when he met influential people.
Ireallycouldn’t picture Lilith eating that many cookies. Just when I thought he was done, he’d conjure an entirely new pack. It was distracting me from spilling secrets I wasn’t supposed to tell. I started keeping a running tally in my head and placed a bet with myself on which pack was officially going to be his last. I mean, I ate a lot as a Hellhound, but fuck me! I couldn’t eat three entire packs of Oreos in one sitting without throwing up.
Ripley was intriguing, and she shouldn’t be. She was totally gorgeous and exactly what I would look for in a woman if I could have a relationship. Talvath let me play when he sent me to Earth, but Hellhounds weren’t allowed to date.
He’d been putting it off, but eventually, he’d have to bring me in to be paired with a female to mate with. It wouldn’t matter if I liked her or not, we’d be paired up based on the kind of pups we’d produce. And after that? I’d never see her again, unless someone wanted another pup from our line, and I’d never meet my children.
Yeah, Ilikedbeing a Hellhound, but I didn’t like everything about it.
They seemed to have some sort of group thing going on in this library. Ripley had the entire top floor to live in. There were plenty of bedrooms, but for some reason they all seemed to sleep in hers. Sleeping arrangements were super awkward, and they were all looking at me like they expected me to sleep in there with them!
I’d only just met these people. I mean, I’d technically slept in the beds of people I’d just met at some bar, after only talking to them for thirty minutes… and I had no problem with that, or the whole group thing. I did that too. Yeah, I went a little wild the first time I was let loose on Earth.
