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The Pleasures of Hell

Copyright© 2023 by Novus Animus

Chapter 30

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 30 - An epic fantasy adventure through Hell, with demons and angels, and a couple humans with targets painted on their back. David and Mia didn’t want to be a part of this, but their unexpected first deaths land them in the middle of events grand and beyond knowing. Why are they in Hell in the first place? Why don’t they have the mark of the Beast, like other souls do? And why does everyone either want them, or want them dead?

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   High Fantasy   Horror   Paranormal   Demons   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Rough   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Analingus   Double Penetration   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Petting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Size  

~~David~~

The music pulled him into its embrace, a flowing river of vibration. He was in the lava and amber veins. He was in the blackstone and the bloodstained rock. He was in the statues that grew from the ground, the burning bushes, the bloodgrip, even the nests that birthed hellbeasts. He could feel them, hear them, hidden in the depths of the land, tiny echoes in the distance he could not hope to touch, not from here.

But the Hell around him, the cavern and the temple, that he could touch. That he could play the music for.

He swung his arm down, and a colossal spike of blackstone shot out from the high ceiling, straight down for the angel’s head. But she was fast, and as much as she screamed fury at him, she paid enough attention to dodge the spike. It crashed into the ground, a foot wide, and at that length the blackstone cracked and crumbled with its own brittleness. That was fine. Hell had plenty more.

“What have you done!?” she screamed. David barely heard her. The vibration of the strings pulsed through him, like he’d put his ear up to the engine of a semi truck, and the hefty vibrations blocked out everything.

Play for me.

Use me.

Mold me.

I will dance for you.

The music sang to him. The fingers inside him played the strings, but something else played them too, mirroring his actions and hitting the strings a million times harder than he ever could. And now, each time he plucked the strings, they did more than create vibration. They changed things.

Glaring at the angel, he swung a hand out to the side. Another spike erupted from the cavern wall, horizontally this time, and it spiraled as it streaked across the open air. Again the angel dodged, but the spiraling rock and its terrible barbs hit her side, and she spun out of control.

David swung a hand up and summoned another. He crafted it, molded it the same way he did auras. Be sharp. Be covered in barbs. Bring agony. But the angel was fast, and she brought her shield down in front of her. The blackstone could not penetrate the strange metal of the shield and its mirror surface, and the tip shattered. The impact was powerful, though, and it threw the angel to the side.

Moriah gained control, aimed her sword at David, and her wings glowed with a radiant gold. She was going to shoot a beam of holy light at him, as she probably had several days before.

David aimed two hands down, and waited.

“Die, abomination!” she screamed. Like Shaul, she liked the sound of her own voice.

Her sword glowed, and David swung his hands upward. He didn’t get to see the beam, only hear and feel it, as it crashed against the wall of blackstone David summoned. A massive wall, thick, wide enough to protect him and the girls who all now stood near him. They squealed, shrieked, and covered their heads and horns as the beam of light shook the cavern, and arcs of gold shot up and around the wall before dispersing. Even Acelina had reached them, and she kept her enormous form behind the wall as best she could.

His wall began to crumble.

David reached upward and pulled down. With deafening thunder, the cavern ceiling cracked, a mighty split to join the others, and rock and stone fell upon the angel’s position. Summoning the hard blackstone was easier than cracking the entire colossal cavern, but he couldn’t see her from behind his wall to aim a spike, and he wouldn’t lower the barrier while the girls hid behind it. Easier to bring the cavern right down on her.

The beam stopped, and the angel screamed as something went crunch. The clang of rock banging on metal followed, and the angel’s scream continued, pain and rage echoing off the walls. In another life, the sound would have made David vomit. Just ten minutes ago, the sound would have made him want to. Now, all he could feel was the rolling waves of the vibrations of something he’d latched onto, guiding him, steering him into the flowing waters.

He put his hands together and pulled them apart, ripping the wall he’d created in half so it fell away as two pillars, before crumbling into rock and pebble. Most of the rocks that’d fallen had missed his target, but the angel hadn’t been able to dodge all several hundred of them. Clenching his jaw, he stepped between the two mounds and approached the angel, her damaged armor, her ripped wing, and the blood she leaked onto the Cainite corpses she lay upon.

“Monster,” Moriah screamed up at him. “Monster! Abomination! Shaul was right. Azoryev was right! You should all die!”

Azoryev. One of the Heavenly Islands. It had sent her, and the madman Shaul? Did another angel of Azoryev kill the unmarked in his dream?

Cruel. Heartless.

David glared down at the angel, raised a hand, and—

A click sound stopped him.

He looked back. Daoka sat there, and Jes and Acelina both wrapped her waist with leather they’d ripped from the dead. Acelina was unreadable, but Jes was desperate, eyes locked on her lover, tears on her cheeks. Caera stood between the mounds of rumble David had created, and the Las ran around in a panic, literally, arms up and tiny waves flapping as they squealed.

But it was Daoka, eyeless gaze aimed at David, softly clicking at him, that cut through the deep waves of vibration that flowed through his skull.

He let go. Like he’d been holding onto the fin of a giant whale speeding through the ocean, he let go, and the wall of still water crashed into him. He fell back on his ass. The sound vanished. The vibrations died to almost nothing until again all he could feel was the gentle strings that flowed through him as usual.

The angel stared at him, and he stared back. The power was gone, and his thoughts bubbled to the surface again. Holy shit, he could think again.

Holy shit, what happened?

“I’m ... not ... your enemy,” he said. “Why are you attacking us?”

“Not my enemy!? You killed Shaul! Tzipporah!”

“In self defense!” He forced himself to his feet and stumbled back away from the angel. “I don’t want to hurt anyone! Why are you attacking us? Me!?”

She paused, as if the very act of talking to him defied her reality, as if unmarked were obviously not capable of a conversation, and yet here he was trying to have one. But he’d killed her friends. Rage replaced her surprise.

“The unmarked must die. The council has decreed it!”

“Why!?”

The angel slammed her sword down against the ground, its tip sank a couple inches into the bloodied rock, and she rested on it as she aimed her ruby eyes as if she could incinerate him with a glare. She pushed out her damaged wing and fought to straighten it. Considering all the enormous, broken rocks that surrounded her and the dozen large dents in her armor, several boulders had hit her, big enough to kill a demon. That armor was strong.

She didn’t answer.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” David said. “I’m ... just trying to help.”

“Help? An abomination would—”

“I am not an abomination! And that other unmarked with all these Cainites under his thumb? I killed him! Not Shaul!” He swung his arm around and pointed it at her. She flinched, expecting a spike up the gut, but whatever weird thing that’d let him control the environment was gone. Not that it mattered. He hadn’t tried to summon another spike, anyway.

Daoka clicked a few more times, earning some growls from Jes.

“Don’t listen to Dao,” Jes said. “Kill the bitch.”

Dao shook her head and gestured to the two dead angels. Bits of the woman rapholem Tzipporah were everywhere, ripped to shreds, some pieces of her insides still on the broken barbs of the first spike David had summoned. Her armor, giant shield, and long spear were gone, poofed out of existence. The male mikalim Shaul still sat on the other spike, dead, crotch and lower abdomen split open, legs dangling and cooking in the lava that continued to leak out of his sizzling guts. His upper half wasn’t much better, with chunks of flesh melting off as more lava trickled up into his insides.

He looked worse off than a remnant.

David looked back at Dao, and she continued to look at him with her eyeless gaze, mouth trembling, blood flowing down her stomach and legs. The sword had gone through her. She was going to die if they didn’t do something now.

“Just ... get out of here,” he said.

“What?” Jes, Acelina, Caera, and the angel said.

David gestured up at one of the high tunnel exits. “I don’t want Heaven as an enemy! And I don’t want to hurt anyone I don’t have to! I’m just trying to ... to help.” Fuck. How to explain this without telling the angel what his plans were? “I don’t know about the other unmarked, but I’m not like that Greg guy, okay? I just want to help. So, please, just go.”

“David!” Caera prowled over to them, limping with every step. “She tried to kill us. Tried to kill you! She took my eye!”

David winced. “Can you ... regrow an eye?”

“Only if the wound was minor.” She aimed her ruined eye at him. It was not minor. Moriah had cut the tregeera across the face, a line that ran from the top of her forehead, down her eye, and down her cheek. He could almost see the bone past the blood. It’d make for a big scar, and a lifetime problem.

Daoka clicked louder, and gestured to the David and Caera, but her arm fell, some blood leaked from between her lips, and her head lulled to the side. Still alive, breathing, but fading fast.

“Can you help Daoka?” he asked the angel.

Moriah snarled up at him and again tried to flap her damaged wing.

“I am no gabriem. It is not in my power.”

So gabriem had the power to heal. Good to know.

“Then get out of here before I change my mind.” Before she realized he couldn’t do what he’d been doing five minutes ago. How he did that was a mystery that could wait until Daoka wasn’t fucking bleeding to death.

“You cannot be serious!?” Acelina yelled, but she stayed with Jes, patching Daoka up as best they could. But the leather bandages did little.

“I am serious!” He gestured back at the angel. “Get out of here!”

The angel stared at him, and then at the tiger she’d permanently maimed. Caera was two seconds away from jumping the angel and ripping her throat out, but she looked up at David with her one eye, growled, and slowly took a step back.

He’d beg for her forgiveness later, but Daoka was right. He had to let her go. If all that happened here was three dead angels, that’d lead to more angels hunting them down, a lot more. Maybe they thought all the unmarked were horrible, like this Greg person? Maybe if they realized not all of them were, they’d stop trying to kill him?

Or she’d just report his location to her superiors immediately, and come back with an army. Hopefully, David and the girls would be out of here by then. All eight of them.

All eight.

“I’m not leaving without the bodies of my friends. I will not let you devour their hearts!”

David glared at the angel as he gestured to the bodies. The only thing left of the rapholem were chunks of gore, and her shredded torso. Even her heart was mincemeat. The other angel was a roasting marshmallow on a stick someone had stuck too close to the fire.

“They have no hearts left to devour,” Caera said, and she clawed at the ground with a set of claws. “Get out of here before I kill you, anyway.”

The angel looked at the bodies of her dead comrades. From this close, David could see through her helmet’s t-slit opening, and tears trickled down her dark skin. She set her ruby eyes back on him, a host of emotions screaming so loudly across her face it almost bowled him over. Hate, rage, mourning, disbelief, it all punched him in the gut, and he looked down as he stepped away.

That was her cue. She snapped out her damaged wing hard, and she bit down a yell as the limb fought against her. But it was straight now, and she flapped both wings hard, launched herself into the air, and disappeared into a tunnel

Leaving nothing but silence.

David spun around and ran to Daoka, but the Las were already on it. Each one came up to Daoka with a freshly farmed Cainite heart, handed them to her, and got to work gathering more.

“Strange,” Acelina said, her eyeless gaze following the two imps and two gremlas. He didn’t ask.

He got down on his knees beside Dao. The satyr lay on her back, head on Jeskura’s lap, and the gargoyle stroked her lover’s head between her four ram horns as she sniffed.

“You almost died,” Jes said.

Dao smiled up at her and clicked twice.

“Don’t say that! You almost died!” Jes lifted a hand, like she was ready to punch Dao or something, but no one bothered to stop her. With a weak sigh and shoulder tremble, she put her hand back down on Dao’s shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Acelina cut the farmed hearts into pieces with her claws and slipped them into Dao’s mouth. Dao tried to use her own hands, but got them a few inches off the ground before giving up. Blood was everywhere, and a lot of it was hers.

“I’m sorry,” David said. “I’m ... so sorry, I—”

Jes snapped out her closer wing and hit him across the face with the blunt side of its thumb claw. She was not gentle.

“Don’t fucking apologize! Dao saved your life because she likes you, damn it. Don’t fucking ... apologize.”

“I...” He gulped down the words and forced himself to look at Dao’s stomach. She wore armor that covered plenty of her body, even a chunk across her lower stomach, but there was no way to strap chunks of meera metal to the skin in a way that’d cover everything. The sword had entered above the stomach guard, just below her sternum, and as if to announce its deadly damage, Dao coughed, and blood splattered over her lips.

“She’ll ... I think she’ll live,” Caera said, but her voice was heavy. “I hope. We got plenty of hearts here to eat. I’ve seen demons survive chest wounds like this, if they were fed immediately.” Growling loud enough everyone looked at her, Caera backed up and paced left and right beside the group. “What we don’t have, is time. Dao will take at least a week to heal from this enough to move on her own, maybe more because who the fuck knows how much damage an angel blade does. That angel you let go is going to come back with reinforcements in less time than that.”

David didn’t look back at Caera, eyes locked on Dao and the leather straps wrapped tight around her mid section, failing to keep her blood inside her. She did her best to swallow down the pieces of heart Acelina gave her, but she coughed, turning the process into a chore and covering her lips and chin in crimson. But she tried again, and got another piece down.

“That angel, she might not get reinforcements,” David said.

“Yes, she will!” Caera came up behind David and yanked on his shoulder, turning him around hard enough he had to catch his weight on his palms. “She’s an angel, David! She thinks demons are less than trash, and apparently she and all the other angels have been told that all unmarked need to die!” She slammed her thick tail down, and half yelled half meowed in pain. It bled. “Why didn’t you kill her!?”

“Because Dao didn’t want me to! Because I didn’t want to! I didn’t even want to kill the other two!”

“Then what the fuck happened? You ... You summoned blackstone! You reached out and ripped the ceiling open. You summoned amber! No one can do that, David. No one can do that ... except Hell herself.”

Everyone grew silent again, even the Las, chattering coming to a quick stop as they dumped another four hearts onto Acelina’s lap. They stared at him, big eyes wide with wonder.

“David ... did that?” Latia asked, and she came close enough she put a hand on his shoulder. Squatting beside him on her tiny hooves, she rubbed her horns into his arm before looking up at him again, confused.

“I ... don’t know what happened,” he said. “I don’t know how to explain—”

Acelina snorted. “Try.”

He took a deep breath and forced himself back to his feet. Okay, try to understand. What happened? What the fuck happened? His memory of it was a blur, like trying to see through a drinking glass.

“It ... wasn’t any rune,” he said. “I touched Greg, and it made the runes click for how to use the anvil to make imbued weapons. Not that that’s any use now, with the amber vein the anvil was tapped into destroyed.”

“Can’t make another?” Lasca asked. “David special! Controls Hell!”

He winced. “I don’t think I can. Normally, I can feel ... strings, moving through me, like musical instrument strings. The strings are everywhere, and as I move around, I can feel them inside me, moving as I move. And there’s this part of me, these ... fingers, I guess, inside my soul that let me play them. They’re what let me use runes, too. And...” He gestured back to Dao. “I saw Dao get hurt, and I ... I hit the strings, really, really hard.” The blurry memory sent a buzz up through him, like he stood on a subwoofer. “It ... summoned something.”

“Summoned?” Caera asked.

“Yeah, summoned. I was ... It was like I’d caught a ride on something, something else that exists in the ... the ... whatever it is the strings exist in. I latched onto it, and then it pulled me deep. The deeper I went, the less I could think. And ... And whatever it was, it told me to ... to ... use it. And when I did, it helped me play the strings really, really loud. So loud they ... changed Hell.” He looked at the two spikes he’d summoned that’d hit their targets, and swallowed down the need to puke. “I did it, but I don’t know how anymore. I can’t ... feel that part of me anymore.”

“Unless you do what you did last time,” Caera said, “and ... hit the strings really hard? Summon this thing again?”

“I guess? Maybe? I don’t know how I did it. It was ... I felt ... I don’t know.” That wasn’t true. He knew. He knew inside, he’d had an emotional breakdown in that moment, and had just let his emotions loose. Just like how his emotions affected the aura he created, and amplified it, the emotions he’d felt then had forced him to hit the strings so hard, his real fingers hurt. “I don’t think I could do it again, not easily, or at least, not right now. I need to figure this out.”

Caera’s one eye cut him into pieces.

“Yeah, well, you figure it out. I’m going to check out the temple.” And before he could say anything, she ran off, literally, ignoring her wounds and pouncing toward the half crumbled temple.

David stared after her before looking at the rest of them, Daoka in particular. The Las made room for him, and he knelt down beside her again, wincing for a whole new host of reasons.

“What happened?” he asked Jes and Acelina. “I was in the temple, and Greg turned out to be a fucking sociopath with delusions of grandeur. He was going to sacrifice me to see what kind of imbued weapon I could make. I kept expecting you girls to show up when it seemed like all the Cainites were in the temple, and then ... that angel showed up.” He gestured to the burning corpse, still stuck on a spike. The armor and weapons were gone, and the wings, and clothes. It barely looked like a corpse anymore. Even the bones were melting and burning away.

The Las and Acelina all looked to Jes, but Jes kept her eyes on Dao, still cradling the riiva’s head on her lap.

“We were about to,” Acelina said. “But, as it turns out, the angels had been following us. Or perhaps they had found their own Cainites, and had somehow learned of this Greg and his congregation. They approached from a different tunnel, and were waiting, as well. When you called for help, they attacked.” Acelina sighed and gently caressed Dao’s cheek with the blunt side of a claw. “We joined when Shaul entered the temple, realizing we had no choice. Caera went first, and she dashed for the temple when...” Acelina dragged a claw down the side of her face. “That woman you let go stopped her, and took her eye.”

Her left eye. David covered his left eye with a palm, looked down, and bit down the urge to scream. Now wasn’t the time to scream or cry or any of that shit. He was fine. The girls were not.

“Dao,” he said, and he patted his owner on the shoulder gently. “Are you ... gonna be okay? I can stay here, if you want, and—”

Dao clicked twice, chirped once, and smiled up at him.

“Go after Caera,” Jes said. “There’s nothing you can do here. And there might still be some Cainites in the temple. Better go help Caera take them out, or before she gets herself killed.”

“I ... don’t know if—”

“We protect!” Lasca said, and she grabbed her fellow impa Laara. The mini-gargoyles helped David back to his feet. “Cainites all dead, for sure. But we protect.”

“All dead.” Laara said, and she patted Daoka on the leg. “Daoka strong! Killed many.”

“She is strong,” Jes said. “She’ll live.”

Acelina nodded and helped feed Daoka another heart. “She will be full, soon. And then tomorrow, we will see.”

Full. Demons could only eat so much resonance before they couldn’t absorb anymore, and a demon on a full belly was at their peak for healing. If Daoka couldn’t heal, she’d die, and...

He forced himself to look away, and walked to the temple, stepping over piles of corpses the Las had been moving and farming. The lava wasn’t a problem, thankfully, sticking to cracks in the ground the hellquakes had created, and never becoming anymore than a trickle. A trickle was more than enough to melt and burn Cainite bodies, though, and they had to avoid some fire.

David didn’t look at the girl he shredded, and carefully avoided looking at her severed head. Her wings were still there, fully intact, in two different parts of the cavern.

Back in the temple, bodies everywhere, Caera was nowhere to be seen. But the giant demon skull that’d once been the centerpiece of a display of demon skulls, was freshly destroyed. Renato avenged. Sort of.

“Caera?” he asked.

No answer, but a loud, annoyed growl eventually came out of one hallway. It was an enormous cathedral, with large archways that led into other halls, and Caera had followed one of them down. He went after her, but Lasca grabbed his hand.

“David? Where other unmarked?”

“Greg? He’s right ... here...” What the fuck. Greg wasn’t there anymore. A skeleton was, with a destroyed skull, face crushed in, with the rock still beside it. It’d been coated in blood before, and now it wasn’t. Blood faded fast in Hell, but it usually lasted a few hours. Dead flesh lasted a couple days.

“Where?”

“The skeleton. That’s ... That’s Greg.”

“He was a skeleton? You killed a skeleton?” Lasca stared up at him with her big eyes, one eyebrow raised.

“N-No, he was perfectly human like me when I killed him. I ... what the fuck.”

Lasca shrugged. The mystery of why an unmarked would melt away a thousand times faster than a normal corpse didn’t interest her. The fancy book on the giant pulpit did. She scaled it easily, threw it down to Laara, and Laara held it up to David.

“Book!” she said.

“Thanks. Um, can you hold on to it for me, Laara? I wanna talk to Caera first.”

Laara saluted him, and slipped the leather-bound, dark book under her arm. The three of them tiptoed over the tiny bits of lava running down the cracks in the floor, and David stepped around the bodies; the Las just walked on them. It was a ridiculous mess, and blood dripped from the balcony above. From the ground floor, David couldn’t see up there very well, but more than a few arms hung off the edge between sharp, pointy railing bars, and some legs, too.

The Cainites were dead. Mission successful. Kinda.

He stood in the archway and peeked down the stairs. Big archway, big stairs, meant for big demons, and he almost had to jump down each step until he reached the next room. Predictably, it was a big room full of cages, because of course it was. What use was the anvil if you didn’t have fuel to feed the process?

The cages were empty, but they were big enough to house hundreds of humans, with black bars covered in spikes. The ceiling was high, more than big enough for a child of the Old Ones, like the chamber above, and more skull braziers dangled from it by thick black chains. They’d burn eternally, another quirk of Hell.

Caera stood by a cage, up on her hind legs so she could glare down at it from an eight-foot vantage point. With one hand out to hold on to it, she glared down at the blackstone floor. A huge crack cut along the room, and many of the cages had snapped from the tension. One crack along the wall leaked with lava, a trickle that oozed from where it’d been fed into the anvil.

David came up beside her and stood facing the cage, but the moment he opened his mouth, Caera got back on all fours, and walked off. Biting down the urge to say something, he looked back at the two impas, and Lasca and Laara both shrugged. Social dynamics for demons might have been simpler than it was for humans, but it wasn’t an imp or grem’s forte.

He followed and fell in beside the tiger demon as she found another hallway, and the two explored the various holes and crevices of the temple. It had rooms, big and full of cages, torture devices, and plenty of meera weapons and meera armor; leather straps to go with, too. She moved onto the next room.

“Caera,” he said at last. “Can ... Can I see?”

“What?”

“The wound. Let me see.”

She turned her head around to glare at him, but she did it with her bad eye first, earning a growl as she realized she couldn’t see him from that angle.

“I fucked up,” she said.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. I made a mistake and lost an eye. Demons almost never regrow eyes unless they’re very old, or maybe a spire ruler. That fucking angel, the angel you let go! She...” Every muscle in the tiger’s body tensed, and David inched away from her as she clawed at the floor. It passed, and she sighed as she moved into the next hall. It was a big cathedral alright, full of rooms meant for giant demons to treat as bedrooms, with chains dangling from huge archways that’d make noise if anyone tried to sneak in. The thousands of attached skulls would knock on each other, like bells. And they did as Caera pushed them aside.

No one jumped them, or ambushed them, or so much as made a sound. The temple was empty.

“Acelina told me what happened, that the angels showed up. That you ... tried to get to me, when Shaul flew into the cathedral.”

She grumbled and continued down the huge black hall. The Las were smart enough to follow from a distance, only poking their eyes and small horns around corners at a safe distance.

“You let her go.”

“I had to let her go.”

“Bullshit. You should have killed her. Now the angels will know about your new abilities!”

“If I killed her, there’s no way Heaven would ever consider—”

“Consider what? You heard what those two angels told us weeks ago, that we had to keep our heads down. Now we know why. The angels have an order out to kill you, David! You should have killed her, and then we’d have more time to get you away!”

He froze. “That’s what this is about? Getting me to safety?”

“Yes! That angel was good, David, really good.” Caera almost gestured to her ruined eye, but turned at the last second and kept it out of his vision. “I can’t protect you from angels! If you hadn’t ... done that stuff, with the spikes and amber, we’d all be dead. The Cainites barely gave them pause, and Jes and I are the only reason the angels didn’t slaughter the rest of us, and that was only for a few minutes!”

A lightbulb clicked on over David’s head. She’d biased walking closer to the wall with her bad eye, so he wouldn’t see it.

“Caera ... hold up.”

“I’m looking for any hiding Cainites. Come—”

“Please, just hold up.”

After a deep growl that sent cold shivers up through his spine, Caera stopped. David came around in front of her, and sure enough, she tilted her head slightly to the side. She was hiding her ruined eye.

He got down on a knee in front of her, set both hands on her jaw, and gently turned her to face him.

“Damn,” he said. “That is rough.”

She yanked her head away. “I knew—”

“Caera, come on.” He took her jaw again. She was an eight-foot-tall demon — when standing on two legs — with a slightly cat-ish short snout, and some big teeth. Beautiful, badass, and very angry with him for being so insistent. If he wasn’t careful, she might bite him; not bite him hard enough to remove a finger, but still.

Demon skin was tough, toughest where it was dark, and demon eyebrows were nearly solid black, a patch of skin that resembled an eyebrow. The fact the angel had cut clean through it like she’d wielded a magical scalpel was terrifying.

“It’s ugly,” she said.

David winced and shook his head. Mia would have been proud of him for figuring this out.

“You need to watch scrying pools more, if you think a scar is ugly. Guys love scars. Maybe not as much as girls do, but ... Lot of guys out there who are into badass muscular women with scars, trust me.”

“I lost an eye, David. This isn’t a little makeup. I have a fucking gash across the face.”

“Yeah sure an open wound is a bit nasty, but it’ll close in what, a day or two? And then you’ll have a sexy scar.” He gave her his best smile, leaned in, and kiss her. “I thought you were livid with me for letting the angel go because you wanted revenge.”

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