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Authors: Jennifer Martucci, Christopher Martucci
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body like blood, pooled at her feet and moved soundlessly as she glided in his peripheral view. He struggled to restrain himself from descending on her and taking her right there in the tunnel. The hood of her robe was pulled over her head so that it sat at the crown of her skull, framing her face and creating a gap that afforded him a fleeting glimpse of the coral nubs beading at her chest. Desire coiled tightly, almost painfully so, but his time would come to have Lilith; he knew it would. Now just wasn’t it. A more pressing matter, namely opening the gate, needed to be dealt with. Still, with every step she took that offered him a peek at her creamy, ripe breasts, his self-control was tested further.
Intermittent rumbles echoed and jarred the concrete beneath his feet, the call of Gehenna growing louder, beckoning him with a demand that matched his own to send forth its fiends. He swept his eyes about the darkened curves of the tunnels, searching for the juncture between empires, the thin veil between what mortals called hell, and Earth. Instinct pulled him along, and Lilith’s lithe body became less of a diversion.
A faint moan rolled with the steely reverberations of a bottomless echo as a low vibration of energy slithered from the dark, sinister and strong. Darius continued at a brisker pace, eagerness getting the better of him. The blackness was reaching out to him, tugging him with dusky fingers, to remove the shroud between worlds.
Ancient words dripped from his tongue, an incantation of evil, as the scroll of black stretched several more paces. But his journey would end soon. A gentle breeze, ripe with the familiar foulness of Gehenna, landed against his chest like a fist.
“Stop,” he raised a hand to halt the others. His group obeyed, stopping where the whirr of energy teemed in the air so fully he could feel its pulsation.
“We have arrived, my lord,” Lilith’s dulcet voice, rich in exotic inflection, stated more than asked. She twirled her head so that she faced him, and the section of atmosphere that buzzed in front of her stirred, causing the air around her to be redolent with the heady scent of thousands of blood roses.
Lilith’s electrifying stare and arresting features combined with her evocative fragrance was almost Darius’ undoing. He shook his head, as if to clear the images of her on all fours offering her slick center to him, and swallowed hard. Time enough to indulge in his every carnal delight would present itself after he opened the portal.
Smirking as though she’d read his thoughts, Lilith arched a delicate brow and licked her lips lasciviously, heaving a deep breath that thrust her chest outward.
“Yes, the time has come. The third gate will be opened,” Darius answered her question.
Baal snorted and scraped his foot against the concrete floor of th e tunnel, the sound primal and excited.
Abdiel sank to one knee. “My lord,” he said and dropped his chin deferentially. His quiet voice and submissive tone belied his power.
Darius felt a tremendous flow of pride rush through him that he, a demon from hell who once kowtowed to the likes of Agnon and Asus, serving as their whipping boy, their lackey, now commanded an entire realm singlehandedly.
“It is a rare gift to witness your skills firsthand. I am in awe,” Abdiel continued.
As much as he enjoyed having his ass kissed by Abdiel, he’d much prefer it be done by Lilith.
“Rise,” he said with an absent flick of his wrist, commanding Abdiel to cease his shameless flattery and stand.
He pushed past the tall, slender master of Gehennan slaves and approached the space where iniquity frothed and foamed.
Equipped with power, courtesy of the late Agnon, to free some of his loyal warriors, he stared at the space before him, sniffing the pungent stink of rot and death that hung there, thick and heavy like drapery. But no drapery, when pulled back,
Intermittent rumbles echoed and jarred the concrete beneath his feet, the call of Gehenna growing louder, beckoning him with a demand that matched his own to send forth its fiends. He swept his eyes about the darkened curves of the tunnels, searching for the juncture between empires, the thin veil between what mortals called hell, and Earth. Instinct pulled him along, and Lilith’s lithe body became less of a diversion.
A faint moan rolled with the steely reverberations of a bottomless echo as a low vibration of energy slithered from the dark, sinister and strong. Darius continued at a brisker pace, eagerness getting the better of him. The blackness was reaching out to him, tugging him with dusky fingers, to remove the shroud between worlds.
Ancient words dripped from his tongue, an incantation of evil, as the scroll of black stretched several more paces. But his journey would end soon. A gentle breeze, ripe with the familiar foulness of Gehenna, landed against his chest like a fist.
“Stop,” he raised a hand to halt the others. His group obeyed, stopping where the whirr of energy teemed in the air so fully he could feel its pulsation.
“We have arrived, my lord,” Lilith’s dulcet voice, rich in exotic inflection, stated more than asked. She twirled her head so that she faced him, and the section of atmosphere that buzzed in front of her stirred, causing the air around her to be redolent with the heady scent of thousands of blood roses.
Lilith’s electrifying stare and arresting features combined with her evocative fragrance was almost Darius’ undoing. He shook his head, as if to clear the images of her on all fours offering her slick center to him, and swallowed hard. Time enough to indulge in his every carnal delight would present itself after he opened the portal.
Smirking as though she’d read his thoughts, Lilith arched a delicate brow and licked her lips lasciviously, heaving a deep breath that thrust her chest outward.
“Yes, the time has come. The third gate will be opened,” Darius answered her question.
Baal snorted and scraped his foot against the concrete floor of th e tunnel, the sound primal and excited.
Abdiel sank to one knee. “My lord,” he said and dropped his chin deferentially. His quiet voice and submissive tone belied his power.
Darius felt a tremendous flow of pride rush through him that he, a demon from hell who once kowtowed to the likes of Agnon and Asus, serving as their whipping boy, their lackey, now commanded an entire realm singlehandedly.
“It is a rare gift to witness your skills firsthand. I am in awe,” Abdiel continued.
As much as he enjoyed having his ass kissed by Abdiel, he’d much prefer it be done by Lilith.
“Rise,” he said with an absent flick of his wrist, commanding Abdiel to cease his shameless flattery and stand.
He pushed past the tall, slender master of Gehennan slaves and approached the space where iniquity frothed and foamed.
Equipped with power, courtesy of the late Agnon, to free some of his loyal warriors, he stared at the space before him, sniffing the pungent stink of rot and death that hung there, thick and heavy like drapery. But no drapery, when pulled back,
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