I hated this man. He’d taken everything from me, and now I was going to kill him while his little demon bitches watched.
“Brielle!” Raksha shouted. Her voice held partial scorn and partial wonder.
Could I actually kill him?
Just as I thought it, black smoke began to swirl around me while it rose off his body, and clouded my face, making it so I couldn’t see. Then that invisible force slammed into me again, and I went flying. It felt like a truck had hit me, and I heard a few of my ribs snap. The pain exploded in that area of my body. I was picked up into the air once again, then slammed to the ground and pinned there, unable to move. When the smoke disappeared, a disheveled-looking Lucifer was standing over me with a terrifying look on his face.
He wanted me dead.
The facial expression was gone in an instant, and he pasted on a plastic smile, clapping as he turned to his minions. “Haven’t I taught her well?”
Everyone clapped nervously, even the stoic Abrus demons.
I went to stand and found I couldn’t.
“Let me help you with that,” he cooed, then lifted his fingers, causing my body to lurch into the air, jarring my ribs, and sending a fresh wave of pain through it.
I cried out as the hot pain sliced into my abdomen.
He walked forward with me in his control, my body floating back toward the double doors in mid-air. Raksha ran alongside me.
When we were out of earshot, he met Raksha’s gaze. “Put her back on the medication. A full dose.”
“No! Please,” I begged. I wouldn’t be able to talk to Sera, and I’d be all weak and sleepy again.
Reaching out, he smacked me across the face. “When you learn who is in control and mind your manners, you can go off them again.”
Then he released me, and I fell hard onto the floor. A fresh wave of pain ignited throughout my whole body, and I struggled to catch my breath through it all.
Raksha hooked me under the arm harshly, and hauled me up, dragging me inside. The second the door slammed behind me, she grabbed me firmly under the chin, forcing me to look at her.
Something was alive in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.
“You stupid girl,” she whispered in awe. Peering over her shoulder, to make sure we were alone, she then faced me once more. “That was amazing.”
I grinned. I was injured, going back on meds, and had probably just lost his trust, but I’d just kicked Lucifer in the throat in front of all of his friends.
Totally worth it.
Chapter Nine
That night, no amount of begging would convince Raksha to give me no meds, or even just a half dose. She lived in constant fear of Lucy, and wouldn’t disobey him.
That being said, she was softer to me. She definitely hated the Dark Prince, and being down here. She’d even admired the ass-whooping I’d laid on him. After giving me the drugs as he asked of her, she’d stayed with me, patting my back softly until I fell asleep. Like a mother would her child.
After a drug-filled sleep, I awoke to a light slap on the face. I groaned as the meds pulled my limbs deeper into the bed. Sera had left my head last night when the drugs kicked in, and she wasn’t there now.
‘Sera,’ I tried again.
Nothing.
Another slap. I felt my consciousness returning, along with the pain in my ribs that wasn’t allowed to be treated by a healer demon. Mending bones with my own powers would take a long time, and expend a lot of energy that I couldn’t afford to use at the moment.
Forcing my eyelids open, I found Raksha’s smiling face hovering over mine.
“You were right!” she whisper-screamed.
I groaned. “What are you talking about?” The room spun as I tried to focus on one spot. I hated these damn meds. I was never taking another pill if I got out of here alive.
She slowly helped me sit up, and handed me some water. After taking a few mouthfuls, I tried not to focus on my pain, which was damn difficult.
Raksha was absolutely beaming. “Your Celestial healer friend, Noah, healed my son for free. No questions asked!” She bounced on the balls of her feet.
Tears slid down my face.
Noah.
Sweet, winking, flirty Noah, with a heart the size of Texas. I knew he would never turn away an innocent child.
Raksha looked down at her hands, uncomfortable with my crying, no doubt.
“That’s wonderful. I’m very happy for you,” I told her honestly.
She sat at the end of the bed, and placed a hand on my arm. “You did me a favor, and now I’ll do one for you. You want some ice cream? I know where the Abrus demons keep it. Or we could do half meds today, so you can talk to your knife friend?”
Bless her heart. I was kidnapped, drugged, and stuck in Hell, and she thought I wanted ice cream.
I put my hand on top of hers. “I want to go home. I want to see my mom, my fiancé, my best friend. I want you to help me get Sera, and then we can get the hell out of here. Together.”
She ripped her hand away from mine and stood. “Don’t ever say that again.” Her breathing was erratic, as if my words had physically shocked her. “I’ll be back with the ice cream. Extra cherries.”
When she turned to leave the room, desperation fell over me, sucking me into a deep depression. Everything felt hopeless; everything hurt. Shoving my face into the pillow, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I let all of my anger out, beating at the pillows, crying, doing anything I could not to swallow this dark feeling that was threatening to take hold of me.
I didn’t want it, but it wanted me.
When I awoke, some time had passed, though I wasn’t sure exactly how much. Raksha was knitting in the corner in her chair. A bowl of melted ice cream sat untouched next to her.
As I started to sit up, she looked my way. “You wouldn’t wake, figured you needed sleep. Ice cream melted though,” she said sadly.
I didn’t care.
“That’s okay,” I croaked. My voice was raw from screaming.
Raksha sighed and set her needles down. “I’ve parked the wheelchair outside. The Dark Prince would like a quick word with you.”
Fear trickled through me fast and hot, but then it was quickly absorbed by my numbness. I had no more fucks left to give.
She helped me stand and get into the chair, not bothering with cleaning up like we normally did, or getting breakfast. Instead, she took me straight to his office.
I was dirty, weak, and had barely any will left.
Just as he wanted me, no doubt.
“Enter!” his strong deep voice called out beyond the door.
The moment Raksha opened the doors, I saw her.
Shea was sitting on Noah’s couch, looking fiercely at her man with her fists clenched. Lucifer had opened a viewing portal, and was looking in on them. Raksha wheeled me into the room as I gazed up longingly at my best friend.
“I know she’s alive. I feel it,” Shea declared.
I was shocked to hear her voice in the room. I guessed Lucifer had control over that too.
Noah’s face fell and he cupped her cheeks gently. “Baby, you need to let her go. She’s gone.”
Before Shea could respond, the scene dissolved, and Lucifer spun around. “Oh, hello. I was just checking in on our friends.”
In that moment, he was the personification of evil. He knew I’d be coming, and he knew I’d see and hear that. He wanted me to know they’d given up on me.
I looked up at him, unable to keep the tears from falling. “You wanted to break me? Congratulations, you did it. I’m broken. Please just leave my friends alone.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be pathetic. You’re not broken, you’re just a bit more pliable.” He gave me a handsome grin, and I imagined ramming nails into his nose.
I was sure he was waiting for an apology. He wasn’t going to get one. I simply crossed my arms and stared him down.
His eyes hooded, and suddenly the screen on the far wall was back up. My mother was dicing onions in Lincoln’s apartment kitchen.
“Mom!” I shout-sobbed, but she didn’t turn. Instead she just continued chopping, like a robot with no emotion.
Where is Lincoln?
Lucifer waved and my mom’s knife slipped, slicing her finger deeply. Blood gushed out and she swore, holding her hand to her chest.
“You motherfucker!” I roared, falling out of my wheelchair and onto the ground. My body hit the stone floor with a smack, and fresh pain laced throughout my rib cage. Rolling over to check on my mom, I saw the projector was off once again.
“Raksha, you may leave,” he dismissed my keeper.
To her credit, she stood there so long that he had to tell her again, but she eventually left without a backward glance.
Being helpless was a horrible feeling. Lying there on the ground in pain, unable to walk, not knowing if my mom was okay was one of the most awful feelings I’d ever felt.
Lucifer took slow steps toward me, until he was standing on my fanned-out hair, looming directly over me.
He said nothing, only stared.
I lied before when I said I was broken. I wasn’t. At least not then. Not until this moment, when I’d lost all fight left within me, did I truly feel broken.
“I’m sorry for fighting you like that. It won’t happen again,” I caved in, giving him what he wanted.
He crouched down, shifting closer to me. “You’re welcome to fight like that against the Celestials guarding the heavenly gates, but if you ever attack me with light magic again, I’ll kill your entire family.” His voice was laced with so much hatred that it gave me chills.
The threat was real. I knew it, felt it in my heart and soul.
“I promise,” I whimpered.
He nodded and stepped back, allowing me to sit up. Crouching on his heels, he met my gaze. I must’ve looked so pathetic: splayed out on the floor, too drugged to get up, hadn’t even showered.
“You are my pet,” he told me. “And as my pet, you will do as I say, when I say, and if you break a rule, I will punish you.”
I chewed my lip, desperate for Sera’s voice in my head. I felt so alone.
Finally, I nodded. “Yes, sir. I see that now. I got carried away in the moment. I’ll be better.”
He raised one eyebrow as if he thought what I was saying was horseshit. “It doesn’t matter either way. You made a soul pact. You will use the seraph blade key, and open the gates of Heaven for me, and you will fight by my side.”
Bile churned in my gut. I’d made a horrible mistake in agreeing to that deal. I’d literally lost everything.
Craning my neck, I looked at the blank wall, the one where he’d projected my friends and family. “I will. I will do that, but could I… just this once… could I see Lincoln.”
He seemed to think on it.
I was pretty sure I looked like a pathetic druggy, and he saw this as a chance to give me a little of what I wanted, so I would in turn give him what he wanted. And it was true. I would give him what he wanted.
I was done fighting.