Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I considered separating into more copies of me, but I needed to retain most of my power.
Fatou needed her daughter back.
I'd destroyed her chance of paying back the debt.
Killing Adae was now the only option I could think of.
And we had to get her daughter back because it was time to make Fatou mine.
Once she had her child, I would turn my fertility on, and she would have to understand. There could be no other option.
Did she understand the complicated ways of a demon, especially one that had fallen in love?
There could be no other option from her on the topic because there was no place for her to hide from me. We would be together.
Did she understand?
I'd walked this planet for so long with no joy in my life. Most of the time I was bored. Even Ferkos had commented on my being pouty and depressed.
My time with Fatou had showed me that he was right.
Soon Fatou screamed so loud, birds rushed away from their branches and several animals went silent.
Then, she orgasmed over and over, violently shaking from the impact. She squirted onto me, spilling arousal over my cock.
I licked my lips and showered her too, spurting cum onto her body, tainting her with my scent.
Slowly, she came down from the high and I sensed the leslin evaporating.
Finally.
Her eyes closed.
Her body collapsed.
The vines strained as they held her up. I called more to her body to keep her comfortable.
Snores rose from her body.
Exhausted, I rose in the air and sat on a branch near her. There, I calmed myself.
My cock widened and lengthened.
Semen spilled out of the tip.
I shivered in pleasure, and my cock vibrated with delight.
Yes. I have captured the Incubus Hunter. No one else can have her. If they try, I will kill them.
More cum spurted from my cock.
Satiated, I leaned my back against the tree and closed my eyes.
Then, something odd happened. The air shifted from humid to cold. I opened my eyes and spotted creatures rushing away—howler monkeys carried their babies and swung from branch to branch. A large group of macaws quickly flapped their wings away. Hundreds of frogs hopped off in the opposite direction. Even the insects fled. There were lines and lines of ants heading away.
However, the anacondas slid toward me.
No.
And then suddenly, someone clapped behind me.
I turned and froze in horror.
Chapter 16
The Angel of Darkness
Azar
Why is he here?
Lucifer stood on the ground—the supreme Angel of Darkness.
All I could do was freeze in terror.
To run would be to instantly meet my death.
Angels were God's first animals—super primal. If one ran, they chased, even if they hadn't intended on meaning the person any harm. It was simply in their nature.
Why. . .did he come?
I watched Lucifer, waiting for him to move or say something.
My heart boomed in my ears.
Even though the temperature lowered to freezing, sweat beaded along my forehead.
I studied him, trying to get a clue of why he had come.
Seven feet tall, Lucifer had these black eyes that were as endless as the deepest abyss. I'd watched many creatures fall into them and never find the bottom, causing them to just stand in silence, frozen with their mouths open for days, until they finally collapsed to the ground and died.
That tickled Lucifer.
His long, wavy black hair curled at the ends and outlined his face that was personally carved by God and always wearing a wicked yet welcoming smile.
His skin shimmered as if made of tiny diamonds and dusted with hints of gold. And his body was as hard as steel and impossible to shatter.
He wore all black—designer pants and a long sleeve top that hugged his muscular frame.
Lilith had told me that when humans invented clothing, her brother began to envy them.
All in the dark world knew that Lucifer took great pleasure in his appearance.
Lucifer clapped some more and then placed his hands into his pants.
Is this about Ferkos? Why would he care?
Lucifer had his gigantic wings out too, which I didn't think was a good sign. Usually he kept them hidden and tucked away within his many illusions.
Today, those long black wings towered behind him and were spread wide, showing the power they possessed. They were made up of thousands upon thousands of soft inky black feathers. Sunlight bounced off his feathers, creating a golden halo around the enormous wingspan. The wings alone were a precious sight to behold, if one could get over the fact that they were attached to a brutal monster.
The top of the wings pointed and looked so sharp as if they had the ability to tear at the sky, opening the veil between Heaven and Earth.
Surely, he'd tried for a many a millennia.
He'd also shielded his scent from me which was why he had been able to startle me. His smell was impossibly hard not to notice. It was death covered in strawberries, sulfur coated with melting sugar, all topped with the fragrance of sex swirling along the pages of a Bible.