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His eyes never stray as he adds, “For you both.” He must really want a place in my heart because I think part of it just melted. A kiss is brushed against my lips, a barely there whisper of touch. “Go to work, Brianna. Stay safe until you come back to me.”
It takes everything I have to leave him in my room. I don’t want to go to work. I want to stay here with him and Rellick. I want to be a family. Do I want a family with him? Or am I just so desperate for love and affection that I will take it from a demon king of Hell? This is why I needed a day to gather my thoughts.
Grabbing Rellick’s bag in one hand and his arm in the other, we walked to the door. Sloth is behind us, following us to the threshold, where he holds it open for us to pass. “How will I get in contact with you when I’m ready to talk? Do you have a phone or something?”
His eyes dropped to my stomach for a moment; so quickly I think I imagined it. “Just say my name and I will come to you.”
“Sleepy?” I know he is Sloth, but I don’t actually know his name. or if he even has one.
“Belphegor.” Well, that’s a mouthful. I repeat it back to him so that I know I can say it, then I give him a quick kiss goodbye.
After loading Rellick into the car, I’m buckling myself in when my son’s voice gives me pause. “Where’s my daddy?”
It’s very rare for Rellick to ask of his father. He’s almost four years old and he sees other men pick up their children from the daycare. Rellick has only ever known me. I make it a point to not bring men around him. I don’t know who I can trust, and I don’t want random men getting his hopes up. “Oh, Baby. He’s not your daddy. He’s my friend.”
“I like his blue hair.” Rellick returns to playing with his cars in the backseat as I drive to the daycare, thinking of his father along the way.
Rafe was a gorgeous man, with bleach blond hair, almost white in the light. Tanned skin with defined muscles, the body of a fighter. His eyes were a beautiful light brown. They sparkled gold in the light of the bar. While his looks were jaw-dropping, it was the way he spoke to me that had me falling into bed with him. The way he saw things I didn’t want to see about myself.
When he asked what would heal me, I responded with “for someone to love me.” And he did a spectacular job showing me love that night. He was slow and gentle and patient as he made love to me. We didn’t fuck. It was nothing so crass. I felt as though I had known him my whole life.
A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. Rafe had healed me by giving me what I asked for. At the time, I thought it was the sex. The night I felt loved.
I was wrong.
He gave me Rellick, and I will forever be in his debt.
I tried to keep Sloth out of my thoughts during the day, but it was so hard. Every time I thought of his human form that was gorgeous and big and loving, I also thought of his demon form. Thinking of the Demon King of Sloth brought up thoughts of the other six Sins. While I did have a connection with Sloth, I also felt a small connection with Wrath when I sat on his lap. The way he spoke to me was caring and with affection. Did I have a connection with Lust, too? Or was I blinded by his power?
Lucifer; stupid fucking Pride; called me a whore… was he right?
No! I’m not a whore! So, what if I like getting a little male attention?! Is it considered male? Not the point… I get a few orgasms from a couple different creatures and now I’m a whore? What even makes a whore? I like dick. And that makes it a problem? Who cares if the dick I get belongs to different people? I haven’t had real dick since before my son was born! I’m entitled to however much dick I want!
Am I really arguing with myself about liking dick?
The timer on my phone goes off, letting me know that the chicken nuggets in the oven are done. I leave my room, taking a quick look into Rellick’s room to check on him, before heading to the kitchen. He’s playing blocks on his Spider-man carpet, watching Number Blocks on Netflix on his TV. My little boy is content as he sings along to the songs and builds what I think is a tower. I walk to the kitchen, taking out the chicken nuggets, separating them onto plates for Rellick and I.
Placing the plates down on the table I yell for Rellick to come eat. “Can my friend come, too?”
“What friend, sweet boy?” I walk back to the kitchen and grab the ketchup from the fridge.
“Bubby!” The sound of heavy footsteps; too heavy to be my three-year-old son; cause me to spin too fast. A scream rips through my throat at the random man standing behind my son.
8. Beelzebub
Belphegor came back while Bree was at work and the rest of my brothers played Rock-Paper-Scissors to determine who was coming in his place. They didn’t include me, and I took the opportunity to beat them all to it. As long as one of us is on Earth, the rest have to stay behind. Whoever won would have tried to portal here, but they would have been too late. I hope they’re pissed.
She wasn’t home when I took a portal to Earth. Switching to a human form, I found a buffet and sat at a table, feeding off of human’s inability to stop themselves. Asmodeus, Satan, and Belphegor all said that what they fed off of her was twice as much as a building full of sinners. I want to feel that.
I searched for her aura every few minutes, tracking her through the town. I waited at least half an hour before teleporting inside her apartment. No one was in the living area, but music was coming from one of the two bedrooms. I followed the noise and found a child playing with blocks and singing songs. “Hello.”
He pauses his singing, and slowly turns to look at me. I know I’m an imposing figure, whether in human or demon form. A small little boy sitting on the floor must think my seven-foot-tall human form is twice as big. I squat down, trying to make us the same height. It’s not really working. “My name is Beelzebub.”
I hold out my massive hand for him to shake. The boy is cautious, as he should be. Children are more sensitive to “evil” and the supernatural. Their imagination is broader, and their smaller brains can comprehend more than we give them credit for. They’re also more susceptible to influence. It’s why our list for Hell’s inhabitants doesn’t include humans under the age of seven.
Seven is more than just a ‘lucky’ number. It’s the number of Balance. Everything is equal on each side and when you’re the most likely to be influenced by what goes on around you.
His miniscule hand falls into mine, and he gives a strong shake. “I’m Rellick.” I show him my best smile, which he returns, his eyes crinkling in the corners. Rellick’s eyes give me pause though I make sure not to show it on my face. His eyes are gold with a green outer ring. Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue, however the gold ring in his eyes resembled Lucifer’s after he descended. “Bee-elle-zee-bub.”
