Published by VPG Publishing
They say ignorance is bliss, but when it comes to love and mating, Charity Lovell wished someone had schooled her on the ins and outs. She fell hard when she saw the beautiful face of the fair-haired demon as he lay broken in Lucifer’s dungeon. Her body ached for him. Her heart cried for him. This had to be her mate, right? Who else could make her trade her soul to the Devil to save someone she didn’t know? Someone should’ve told her love wasn’t quite as straight forward as that.
Damon lived an uncomplicated life, even as the alpha of the Lake Charles pack and the son of Lucifer. He should’ve taken a mate years ago, but held on to the hope of love. Only one female came close to making him believe he still had a chance for happiness. Yet, her heart belonged to someone else. Once again, the feeling is back, stronger than ever. And again, his female has pledged herself to another. Damn demons were ruining his love life. This time Damon plans to fight for what was his and win his rightful mate.
[learn_more caption="EXCERPT"] Damballa eyed Lucifer suspiciously as the angel dusted off a boulder and gracefully lowered himself on the hard, burnt-orange surface. “What bring you to the slums of Purgatory?” “Not many people still think of me as an angel. You’re showing your age, Damballa.” Lucifer’s smile gleamed in bright contrast to his ebony skin. “You shouldn’t pry in other’s minds without their permission. Does age matter when you’re no longer amongst the living?” “Valid point.” “Again, why are you here?” Damballa demanded. Lucifer inhaled a deep breath and sighed as he released it. His face displayed an Oscar winning expression of disappointment. “Everyone’s so impatient these days. All that television and those video games. Do you get those down here?” Crossing his arms across his chest, Damballa stared at Lucifer without a response. “I guess you want to know why I’m here.” Lucifer laughed at Damballa’s grunt of frustration. “I need your help.” Damballa narrowed his eyes, tightening his arms in their locked position, closing himself off even more. “How can a lowly human priest banished to Purgatory help the Prince of Hell?” “When you put it like that, it make me second guess my visit. But then again we both know the greatest Vodou priest who’s ever walked the Earth isn’t exactly a lowly human. Didn’t your followers even deem you a god?” “You know I was stripped of my title and those followers turned on me with vengeance.” “Some don’t appreciate those who think outside of the box. I, on the other hand, appreciate innovation, especially when it goes as far to the dark side as you delved.” Damballa strolled over to the hollowed out cavern wall filled with books, pretending to study its contents. His hand trembled as he removed a book of spells from a shelf. Sorrow lingered in his heart when he thought of his demise. The darkness took everything he loved away from him and landed him in this fiery stone prison. Love was an unstable drug. No one could predict its side effects. For him, they were lethal. “Regret and self-pity only lead one down the road to condemnation. They’re useless in seeking redemption. I know what you want. And I can get it for you.” Temptation slithered amongst Lucifer’s words. A chuckle tickled Damballa’s throat. “There is nothing on Earth for me. I’ve glanced at the world a few times and they’ve turned it into a shithole. I’m not looking to go back to a place I no longer recognize.” Pushing himself off his seat, Lucifer appeared beside Damballa. “You underestimate me. I mean I know what you really long for.” Damballa faced the Prince. He raised a brow in question. “What is it you think that I want?” “I can give her back to you. And I’ll throw in a bonus.” “No. She has ascended,” Damballa spat. Lucifer barked a laugh. “There’s no ascension for those who trade their soul to the Devil.” “What do you mean? She made a deal with you?” “Yep. I helped her people. She was really pissed at what you did. In exchange, I have her soul until I decide what I want to do with it.” Grabbing Lucifer by the shoulders, Damballa shook the Devil. “You’re lying. She would never…she wouldn’t give herself to you.” Lucifer shoved Damballa’s hands off his shoulders. “Your little lady was willing to offer herself to the highest bidder. Isn’t that why you killed her in the first place?” Damballa struggled to keep from striking Lucifer. “You’re not crazy. You know I could incinerate you right here. She wanted a life for her family. One not involving running around as wolves for the rest of their lives. A little blood signature on some parchment and we had a deal. I must admit the new E-sign makes brokering deals much easier.” Lucifer cracked a slow grin and chuckled to himself. “Anyway, I have her soul and the world got werewolves. Maybe not a full recovery, but a good compromise. Seemed like a fair trade at the time. Now, I’m offering to return her back to you. Slightly used needless to say, but who cares when it’s the love of your life.” The jagged edges of Lucifer’s teeth showed when he smiled fully. Damballa’s heart and head raced with anticipation. “And what do I have to do to get her back?” “Just a little magic.” “What kind?” “I need to manifest on Earth,” Lucifer answered casually as he picked imaginary dirt from under his finger nails. Damballa choked at Lucifer’s words. “Do you know how much dark magic that requires? I don’t even know if I can harness enough energy to jump start the process. That requires a blood sacrifice.” “Okay. Let me know what you need and I’ll order it.” With those last words, Lucifer disappeared. A shiver whispered down Damballa’s spine. No matter what dark magic he practiced in the past or how badly he wanted Ariella back, unleashing Lucifer on Earth was a terrifying thought. * * * The female crouched in a ball in the corner of the cell, hugging her long legs tight to her chest. Her ankle-length, brown skirt billowed around her on the twin-sized bed. Her honey-colored hair hung in a thick braid, dangling over her shoulder, glistening like spun gold in the dim light. Every now and again, Charity found the woman staring at her with haunting green eyes threaded with ribbons of amber, giving them an iridescent quality. For three days they had sat in this godforsaken hole without a word. Charity debated on speaking to her. Usually talking was a no brainer, a natural affliction she wielded like a weapon. But the odd symbols and murmured chants freaked her out. She was in enough trouble without pissing off some crazy witch. Especially one trapped in Lucifer’s dungeon. The clamor of keys caught Charity’s attention. A burly demon balanced two trays in one hand as he unlocked the cell door. He pushed the heavy titanium bars open, clipping the edge of the top tray against the doorframe. In slow motion, the plate toppled to the floor. Charity watched the slop they considered food splash in a multicolored mess on the ground and sighed in both frustration and relief. “Looks like one of you will not be dining tonight,” The guard laughed. The girl in the corner stayed silent, glancing longingly at the destroyed food. The demon haphazardly dropped the other tray on the edge of Charity’s bed. She flashed him her famous f-you smile before he slammed the cell door shut. Charity remained in her spot and listened to the click-clack of his boots echo down the hall. When the sound disappeared, she stood and picked up the gruel left on her bed. As fowl as the food looked and smelled, it was the first nourishment they had brought in three days. Charity walked cautiously over to the stranger in the corner. “Hi. You look like you need this more than I do.” Piercing emerald eyes met Charity’s gaze. A familiar sadness glowed behind the brilliance of the girl’s stare. “Can I sit?” The female unwound her long body and dangled her legs over the side of the tiny bed. As she sat up and light shone upon her face, Charity gasped at the female’s overwhelming beauty. Handing the girl the tray, Charity lowered to the edge of the mattress, close to the foot of the bed. Her cellmate shoveled the food into her mouth with her hands, filling her cheeks like a chipmunk. How long had it been since she ate? “Wow. You were hungry. How long had it been since they fed you?” Charity had been here three days and this was the first sign of food she had witnessed. The girl choked down the stuff in her mouth with a look of embarrassment. “Seven days,” she announced through the food left in her mouth. “Seriously?” The girl nodded affirmation. Charity pressed her lips in a thin line. Heat rose from her stomach, spreading throughout her body and flushing her face. “They’re not going to fucking starve me to death. Lucifer said nothing about starving to death.” I really got to think through shit before I act on it. That boy better be worth it. He was fine as hell. The girl stopped eating, tilted her head to the side and studied Charity. Swallowing the mystery meat she was chewing, the female asked, “You look familiar. Who’s your people?” “I’m with the New Orleans pack. My name is Charity Lovell. What’s yours?” The girl choked on something. Charity thumped her back as she coughed up a piece of bread. “You okay?” The female nodded in affirmation even though her face remained red. “Yes. It’s been a long time since I met someone from the New Orleans pack.” “Oh. You know someone from the pack? Who?” “I doubt anyone I know would still be earthbound.” Charity raised a brow. “And what did you say your name was?” “I didn’t, but it’s Ariella Lovell.” It was Charity’s turn to freak out. Her throat tightened and her head swam. How did she end up in a cell with her great-great-great-grandmother who died in the seventeen hundreds? “You can’t be. She died a long time ago.” “Darling, you’re in Hell. Why are you shocked to run into someone who no longer walks among the living?” Sweat moistened the palms of Charity’s hands. She fought the urge to touch her to see if she was real. She had heard of Ariella’s beauty. Listened to the stories about how the pack came to be, but she assumed most of it to be folklore, stories the elders told to keep them in check. But they hadn’t exaggerated about her allure. “How did you end up here?” Charity asked. Ariella laughed harshly, without humor. “Bad choices. I guess I can ask you the same.” “A guy.” Charity folded her legs under her and shrugged. Amusement lit Ariella’s face as she smiled. “That’s the same as bad choices. I’m glad Lucifer held his end of my deal. Tell me about my pack. I’ve worried so much through the years that the Devil would renege on his promise. Does the curse still run through the females in the family?” * * * “I didn’t fucking ask her to serve herself up for me,” Laurent barked at the massive wolf sitting across from him. “I was passed the fuck out. Haven’t even spoken two words to her.” Damon jumped out of his seat, catching the lunging wolf midair. “I think we all need to calm down.” A feral growl escaped Ty, the Alpha of the New Orleans pack. He shoved Damon away from him. “This is your fault Boudreaux. You came to us for help. We trusted you. And you vouched for them.” The wolf jerked his thumb towards Laurent and his friends. Laurent’s sister, Bell, stood with her hand on her hip, blue eyes ablaze. “That chick was off. She went all Twilight-Wolf on us. Like she imprinted on Laurent. I told everyone something was wrong with her.” “We don’t imprint!” a pretty she-wolf growled from the back of the room. Bell inhaled to begin another rant, but her brother cut her off. “Bell, sit down and be quiet,” Laurent grumbled. Bell muttered something under her breath. “You’re not helping. Sit!” Laurent snapped. Stepping in the middle of the eclectic crowd of supernaturals, Damon ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. “This is no one’s fault. Charity is an adult. She made a choice, albeit stupid, but one she made on her own. She believes Laurent is her mate. When we rescued him from Lucifer’s dungeon, she definitely had some kind of attraction to him. Wouldn’t leave his side. We can’t change any of that now. We have to work together to figure out how to get her back.” “Why the hell would Lucifer trade Laurent’s life for hers?” Tact wasn’t Bell’s strong suit. This time her fiancé, Xavier, nudged her lightly, swinging the ice-blue glare in his direction. “What? It’s a valid question.” The five members of the New Orleans pack looked at Ty, waiting for his response. Them and their damn secrets. Damon shook his head. “She’s one of the few members left of our original lineage. Charity’s family is the reason there are werewolves. The females of her line are cursed with the inability to shift until they find their mates. It keeps their other powers dormant until they find the one they love.” Ty spoke in hushed tones as if Lucifer himself eavesdropped on their conversation. The whole room remained silent, allowing the gravity of the revelation to settle. Damon paced the length of the purple flowered sofa. The small living room became more constricting. Jacque, a shifter demon and Xavier’s brother, rose from his chair. He strolled over to Damon and Ty. “How did her family start a species?” Jacque questioned. Ty rubbed the back of his neck. “Her great-great-great-grandmother was promised to Damballa, but she gave herself to another. As punishment, Damballa cursed us to turn to wolves. He was so enraged he killed Ariella and then offed himself. It’s told Ariella brokered a deal with Lucifer before she ascended to allow us to maintain our human form except on the full moon. Later we learned to adapt and shift when we needed. Afraid that one of the Lovell females would eventually be able to reverse the curse or become too powerful, Lucifer bound their powers until the found a mate, which only a few did. It’s like one of those fucked up Lifetime movies.” “What kind of powers do Charity’s people have?” Laurent asked. Ty shrugged. “We don’t really know. None of them has ever used them to my knowledge. That’s why it’s dormant until they mate. If or when they find the one they belong with, they focus on their partners and not their powers. Only one has left the Ward and might have accessed her powers. We’ve asked Red to come here today.” “Who names their child Red? Is that like Apple or North?” Bell stopped laughing when Laurent shot her a menacing glare. “It’s a nickname cause she loves the color red. Her real name’s Simone,” one of the females of the New Orleans pack corrected, rolling her eyes at Bell. “Someone talking bout me?” A fine, leggy female in a painted-on red dress walked into the small room followed by two equally hot females. Red’s thick mahogany tresses fell around her face in long spirals. She crossed the room to Ty and kissed both his cheeks. The other two women repeated the gesture. “Look like y’all started the party without us. What’s all the commanding my presence about?” Ty hesitated before answering. “It’s about Charity.” The short honey-toned female crossed her arms. “What the fuck she do now?” “Jade, don’t start,” Red chastised before turning back to the Alpha. “What she do, Ty?” Ty laughed nervously. “It’s bad this time. She done turned herself over to Lucifer.” “What the fuck, Ty? You’re supposed to keep an eye on her and call us when she gets out of hand,” The female in the wife-beater and ball cap fussed. Even with the boyish clothes, she couldn’t hide her pretty features. “Look, that girl’s a handful. Dani, you know for yourself. How many times you had to go find her outside of our territory?” Ty aged as the conversation continued. Lines cut deeper in his face from worry and stress. Damon interrupted to get the conversation back on tract. “Hi, ladies. We were trying to figure out why Charity would be important to Lucifer. Ty seem to think the females in your family has some powers that might attract Luc’s attention, but not sure what kind. Do you have any idea?” Red scanned the faces in the room with a deliberative expression. She met the gaze of the two females who arrived with her. The one they called Dani nodded in encouragement. “We’ve not spoken of our powers to anyone outside our family. It has brought nothing but unhappiness to the women who have used it.” Jade spoke up. “But you know that’s why he wants Charity.” Red released a breath she was holding and plopped into an armchair, covering her face with her hands. “How bad can it be? It’s a freaking power. We all have them,” Bell interjected. Red lifted her head, her pretty face lined with worry. “We’re necromancers.” The room went dead silent. [/learn_more]
Dueling with the Devil #1
By Vivi Dumas
Published: June 30th, 2012
Top supermodel, Angel Dias, lives the life of the rich and fabulous, until a heinous car accident mars her face. After thirteen surgeries and losing everything she deemed important, she seeks out the dark forces to salvage her life and decides to conjure the Devil for help, making a deal to recover her beauty. In exchange for his help, Lucifer forces her to hunt supernatural renegades, which have eluded the pits of Hell. In her quest to find beauty and get out of her contract with Lucifer, Angel stumbles upon love in the arms of a demon.
Commander of the Legions and an Underworld Demon, Jacque Toussant, takes a field commission to escape the madness of a failed relationship and prove himself worthy of his demon heritage. Jacque is content with his existence as a field soldier until Lucifer gives him a special assignment to oversee a new trainee, a supermodel nonetheless. Humans hold low appeal for Jacque, especially the females. That is until he meets Angel. Jacque risks everything, including his life, to find a way to break Angel?s deal with Lucifer.
The growls and snarls inched closer. Angel’s feet pounded the dirt, kicking up red dust all around her. The barren trees provided little sanctuary. Her heart and mind raced as she tried to think of her next move. The skies darkened above and thunder rumbled through the thick air. The air smelled of dampness.
How long had she been running? It seemed hours. Other than Noel, the other cadets were long gone ahead of her. Being human sucked when it came to supernatural warfare, but she refused to give up. Every day the class waited, watched, wondering when she was going to quit. Two of the others had already dropped out, and they were demons.
Noel passed Angel on the left, ducking through the low branches of the charred trees, cackling as he passed. Angel picked up her speed, her calves cramping and an ache developing in her side. She wanted to stop. Stopping meant quitting. Quitting was not an option. The hellish howls closed in on her.
Angel glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of one of the ugly beasts. It’s long, rounded snout protruded from an enlarged head. Red eyes peered through the charred trees, scanning the landscape. A ridge of ivory spikes ran down the monster’s back extending from each vertebra. The dog-like fiend pounded through the forest on powerful, muscular legs, which carried its compact body. Out running them wasn’t going to work. She had to come up with another plan. Scanning the terrain in front of her, the only place to go was up. The trees disappeared into the grey clouds. If she could climb high enough, maybe she could wait them out. Or maybe they would go find another victim.
She lunged for the closest branch, leveraged her foot on the tree trunk, and boosted herself off the ground. It took all her strength to hoist her weight into the tree. As she reached for the second branch, three hounds pounced on the trunk, clawing at her dangling foot.
The dark-haired one’s razor sharp teeth nipped Angel’s ankle. Stretching for the next limb, she stared down just in time to see the dagger like claws of the reddish colored beast rip into her calf.
Scurrying up the tree, she climbed higher until she was out of reach of the animals. Angel perched on one of the higher limbs, praying it could hold her weight. She clung to the trunk and observed the creatures clawing the burnt bark off the tree. Slowly, deliberately, a hound dug its sharp claws into the tree, using them like spikes, and began to maneuver its way to her.
Tremors quivered through Angel’s body, almost causing her to lose her grip and fall. Thunder clapped and lightning flashed. Ominous clouds gathered overhead, growing darker as the hound drew nearer. The animal swiped at Angel’s bleeding leg, barely missing as she jerked it onto the branch she sat on. Electricity hummed in the air. Angel felt the energy gathering about her, a strange, eerie sensation floating on top of her skin.
The hound’s red eyes glowed as it stretched towards Angel, drooling from its mouth and snarling. Angel stood on the limb, grabbing for the one above her. As she pulled on the branch, it snapped in her hand. She wrapped her arms around the trunk to keep from falling. The beast snagged her ankle, jerking its head, trying to yank her from her perch. Lightning flashed through the sky, hitting its target—Angel.
Angel closed her eyes as the bolt of electricity hit. The pain she expected never came. Her body absorbed the energy and channeled it to the beast attached to her ankle. The smell of burning fur wafted to Angel’s nostrils. The hound fell to the ground with a thud. The two other monsters sniffed its cohort and growled up at her. Angel redirected the remaining energy to the creatures below with deadly accuracy.
Dueling with the Devil #2
By Vivi Dumas
Published: April 5th, 2013
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. What if that woman is a demon, in fact Lilith’s very own daughter? Isabella LaCoste vowed to get her revenge on her ex and his new human fiance. She didn’t commit fifty years of her life to be thrown out like last season’s runway fad. But taking vengeance on an upper level Shifter Demon and the newly crowned Voodoo Princess might not be a one demon job. She volunteers her services to Lucifer to deliver Angel and Jacque in exchange for his help. She never expected her new partner in crime would fill the void in her broken heart.
Not even death brought him peace. Xavier Toussant wanted out of his contract and the killing business. His last assignment was his own brother and he failed to deliver. Lucifer didn’t appreciate his valor in dealing with his brother, Jacque. In fact, it only created more problems. Xavier’s back on assignment to capture his brother and the Voodoo chick. Only this time, he’s shackled to the craziest female in the Underworld. Xavier finds Isabella LaCoste might be the one thing to put his soul at ease.
“Fuck you! I’m done.” Xavier grasped the bars of his cage. His silver confines suspended dangerously close to a boiling lake of tar. Tendrils of blue flames leapt from the surface of the thick, black fluid, lapping at the enclosure swinging above. His palms, like melting plastic, infused with the metal. The rancid odor of singed skin wafted to his nostrils. “I’m tired of fighting for you,” he managed to grind out, in spite of the pulsing pain in his hands.
Lucifer sniffed the amber liquor in the crystal tumbler he held in his hand. “Did you think you could back out of our deal so easily?”
“In most countries, death is a valid out in contract law.” Xavier snorted.
The Devil waved his hand, causing the flames on top of the black liquid below the cage to dance higher. The metal conducted the heat around Xavier’s large body, like a turkey roasting in an oven. The sweat poured down his face, stinging his eyes and flavoring his tongue with the taste of salt.
“I’ll tell you when you’re done,” Lucifer glared at him, ice-blue eyes burning with intensity. “You’re done when your brother and his bitch are delivered to me.”
Xavier rocked back on his haunches, struggling to wrap his arms around his knees, the tiny, silver bars constricting his movements. Battered and weary, he remained silent, trying to figure out how things went so wrong. Killing his half-brother, Jacque, seemed like an easy assignment when he received Lucifer’s contract notification email. Luc kept an expansive network of assassins gainfully employed. Even the Devil needed a backup plan. Too many people were reneging on deals these days. Dealing in souls was almost as bad as the housing market.
Xavier treated his killings as a business. He considered himself a bounty hunter to the supernatural world. It was a means to an end. But Jacque’s contract was different. It was personal. He had waited decades for his revenge, only to find out in the end it wasn’t what he wanted at all. During the final battle with his brother, when he had the chance to kill him, Xavier decided he was his own worst enemy, not Jacque.
Lucifer’s laughter interrupted Xavier’s thoughts. “Maybe you’re more like your brother than I gave you credit for. Has Jacque’s touchy feely bullshit rubbed off on you?”
“Whatever, man. I’m nothing like my brother. Jacque was stronger than I expected, especially with the help of his new woman. Angel and her friends were formidable opponents.”
“They’re humans. What do we have to fear from them?” Arrogance was one of Lucifer’s strongest traits.
Xavier shook his head. “You know, they’re more than just the humans. It’s like a bad joke. A voodoo princess, a demon, a vampire, and a witch walk into a bar…” Little bro has found yet another way to top me, by marrying the only ex-supermodel with voodoo powers. Hot and fierce.
“Now, let’s get this straight. You’re going to bring Jacque and Angel to me. I want Marie Laveau back, too. I cannot afford to lose the most powerful Voodoo Queen of the millennium. Angel is the only one I’ve found close to Marie’s strength.” Lucifer downed the liquor and the glass immediately refilled.
Looking up and meeting Lucifer’s line of sight, Xavier asked, “And what if I refuse?”
“You’ll regret the day you make that decision. There are depths of Hell reserved for special banishments. Places even the deadliest demons fear. Some even I never dared to investigate. You’ll be the first to experience the torture of these regions, if you don’t man up and finish your job.”
The Big Bosses built Hell as a progressive disciplinary track for the humans they deemed unsuitable for the robe and wings gig. The higher levels of purgatory are not much different from Earth, only the landscape a bit more gothic and the temperature a few degrees hotter than the hottest day in El Azizia. As one traveled further into the bowels of Hell, the torment and heat increased exponentially. When Lucifer took over the Underworld, he incorporated his own cruelty by besieging his victim with the manifestation of the person’s greatest fears. The worst of the worst saved themselves from this fate by electing to enlist into Lucifer’s Special Forces, to do his bidding.
Transgressions—Xavier had too many to name. He belonged in Hell, but remaining trapped in the nightmare of his regrets for eternity was too much to bear. “How do you know I’ll beat Jacque and his crew?”
Lucifer brushed a wayward ember from his suit. “I have solicited help for you. I’m sure she’ll be of great assistance. She’s dying to see Jacque and Angel destroyed.”
“Who?” Xavier narrowed his glare, sizing up Lucifer.
The Devil’s teeth gleamed against his ebony skin as his face cracked into a wicked grin. “Bell.”
Jumping up swiftly, Xavier banged his head on the top of the cage. “Aw, hell no. She’s not right. There’s something seriously wrong with that girl. I don’t need some jealous, jilted, crazed female messing things up.”
Bell sauntered out of the shadows. Her angelic face was a farce, hiding the danger and deception lying below her beautiful surface. The sway of her hips as she strutted towards him beckoned his attention. She was more than trouble. She was danger. “You hurt my feelings, Xavier. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t like me. A ‘jealous, jilted chick’ is a powerful weapon to wield.” Her blue eyes sparked with mischief, a thin smirk slid across her face. “Haven’t ya heard? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Just imagine that wrath magnified into a female demon. However, I must have some redeeming qualities. Your brother dated me for decades.”
Xavier inhaled, sucking the stench of the tar pits into the back of his throat. “I can’t account for my brother’s taste in women. Any demon would tap that ass if you let him for a few centuries. I see he went another route when he finally decided to commit.”
If looks could kill, Xavier would be dead for the second time in one night. Bell charged the cage with her dagger unsheathed. She barely avoided plunging into the fiery depths of the tar pit. His prison of silver hung just beyond the volcanic shore of safety. Instinctively, Xavier dodged out the way as she sliced through the empty air, balancing on the balls of her feet to keep from falling into the black pool of damnation. The bars singed several parts of his body, as his massive size battled the small confines of his predicament. The hot metal branded lines into his bare back. He scooted forward to the middle of the tiny cell. Bell took another stab at him, her small arm easily reaching through the space between the silver poles. Xavier reached between the rails, grabbed her wrist, and slammed her into the decalescent silver, creating a huge burn across her forehead.
He brought his face inches from hers, and growled, “I’m not someone to fuck with, bitch.”
Bell bit a chunk of meat out of his hand, forcing him to release her. She spit the piece of flesh onto the floor of his entrapment. “I got your bitch.” She scurried back from the cage and faced Luc. “You want me to work with this animal?”
A low chuckle rumbled from Luc’s chest. “You children must learn to play nice. Yes. You’ll work together to bring me Jacque and Angel. If you don’t, you’ll both be spending eternity swimming in a tar pit. I doubt either one of you want to rot in stench and wallow in misery for the rest of your lost lives as a sulfur demon.”
With venom dripping from her words, she spat, “You wouldn’t dare. My mother would kill you.”
“Lilith doesn’t have the power to kill me, nor I her. If she did, believe me, I would’ve been dead centuries ago.” Lucifer downed another round of whiskey. “He’s your responsibility. If Xavier decides to back out on his contract again, you’ll still end up in the pits. But out of the kindness of my shriveled heart, I’ll give you some tools to keep him under control.”
Bell kicked a hard, black glob into the bubbling lake. “Shit. This isn’t what I signed up for when I volunteered to help.” She glanced back at Xavier when the chains around his ankles rattled, as he shuffled to the middle of the silver box.
A wide smile stretched across Xavier’s face. “Howdy, partner. I’ve been told I’m a little hard to manage, but I’ll do my best to behave.”
“Fuck you.” Her gesture matched her words.
He pressed his forehead against the bars, ignoring the sizzling of his flesh. “That’s an offer I might take you up on. I wondered what kept Jacque coming back to you, and everyone knows the crazy chicks are the best in bed.” He puckered his lips in a mock kiss and fell back in laughter as Bell’s knuckles turned white from her clinched fist.
She swung around to glare at the Devil. “If he fucks up, I will kill him.”
Lucifer chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect less. I figured you two will either succeed, or kill each other trying.”
A bronze band appeared around Xavier’s ankle. Lucifer handed Bell a small package. “You’ll find everything you need inside. If he wanders too far from you, the device around his ankle will bring him back here. Only not back to this cage, it’s programmed to drop him into the furthest realms of Hell.” Lucifer eyeballed Xavier. “Become fast friends. You have 100 feet of privacy. More than that and your ass will be burning in a place far worse than this one.” After those words, both the Devil and the cage holding Xavier disappeared, the power of Lucifer’s will sending him to the shore of the burning tar lake.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into now? Xavier punted a boulder into the wall of the cave.