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Chapter 25
KASE
War
CHRISTIAN HOWLS AS Lucian uses Hell power to sear the long cut shut across his torso. The angel isn’t in pain, doped up by Dante’s venom bite, but he’s frustrated as shit because Andre dragged him from the eternal orgy after informing us of Zade’s warning. I can’t exactly blame the fucker. Christian was having the time of his eternity fucking and getting fucked, able to navigate the Winds of Incompletion that Andre set up to stop any soul from reaching their peaks.
“Hey, horny bastard. It’s okay. I get it. You weren’t done.” Dante pets the angel’s hair and grins in amusement. “But don’t worry. You’ll get to go back soon enough. Andre’s going to need you to babysit his kingdom. You’ll get to do whatever you want. Maybe even get a brand new cock that’ll attach you to a nice pussy or ass so you don’t have to constantly chase the souls through the wind. How would you like that? Once you complete your mission, you can have access to Hell’s power.”
I nearly lose my shit, my laughter silently shaking my shoulder as he talks to the angel like a fucking teacher or some shit. Dom Daddy Dante to the rescue, though I know he prefers to be a master.
Christian heaves a breath and nods his head, finally relaxing. “I won’t let you down.”
The second Christian’s hand is free, he touches his cock, jerking off so fast and furiously that he could damn well rip it off. At least it distracts him from the unholy bomb of Hell power that will detonate the second he returns to Heaven’s army. They’ll take him in without question and try to push the darkness of Hell out of him with their light. That’s all it’ll take.
“Easy, friend. Let me give you something a bit more hands off. You have to go.” Dante summons a vibrating butt plug from his stash on a plane Raven would cream over if she could see. “Remember what we told you.”
Christian moans, not even waiting for lube to shove the fucking plug in his ass and turning it on at high power. It’s right now that I realize how fucked he is after being in Andre’s Hell. Who knew the level of Lust could be torturous, even to me.
“You can count on me, your majesties. I understand the importance of your cause, and am happy to finally see things as they are.” Christian stretches his frazzled wings and manages to launch out of the Hell circle and into the air.
It’s so fucking satisfying hearing an angel bow.
“Think it’s going to give us enough time?” I ask, watching the damn naked angel disappear into the sky.
“Plenty. I’ll check on a few others from my collection and set them right as a backup plan. It’s what we need. Put a rift in the army and make it so they won’t know who they can trust.” Lucian rubs his hands together and grins. “Elias better fucking appreciate this.”
Dante growls and swings. “It’s not about him. It’s about Hell. Now go. We’ll call you when it’s time. Be thankful Micah is handling the new tether, because if he hadn’t agreed, it would’ve been back to you.”
Lucian mutters under his breath. “I’ll be thankful when this is over.”
“Then get to it,” I say, whacking him on the back. “Break those motherfucking angels and be ready.”
“Don’t fuck up, either,” Dante adds. “This is your chance to prove your worth, Lucian, understand? You won’t get another.”
“Damn straight. Fuck up, and you’ll be with your little angelic pets imprisoned back in Hell.”
***
“She doesn’t need this bullshit,” Dante mutters, twisting the head of a dead man until it finally snaps from its body. He hisses and chucks it at the wall of Hell’s Ink, one of our shared tattoo parlors. “We don’t deserve this bullshit.”
My mind barely processes anything. Andre’s presence is the only reason I remain calm, which is weird as fuck. Lust works two ways with me. It either drives me crazy or chills me out, and now, it distracts me from what I really want to do—catch every angel I can and turn them into bombs against Heaven.
“Heaven will get the threat. I’ll feel Christian re-enter Hell.” Andre stands in front of the body of my favorite piercer, who was on call for me the second Raven agreed to wear the pussy ring I created and infused with an exquisite soul just for her. Not that her pussy needs more power, but damn it. I want my jewelry on her body.
I can’t even suggest she get a couple’s tattoo instead, because my favorite artist is in two pieces, slaughtered by the overzealous followers of the guardians who sent their fresh mortal warriors here to ruin us.
These fucking bastard angels are making a damn mess with our businesses, and I won’t stand for it. If they want a war, they’re getting a war. I don’t think the angelic army grasps what we are capable of. We’ve kept the darkness at bay for a reason. We can and will let Hell loose on their asses as revenge.
I’m not some heartless fucker like them. Everyone in this damn shop was under contract and satisfactory enough that they’d have all been great bottom feeders. But fucking Heaven stole that too, granting unwanted miracles. I know damn well that Malory would’ve never agreed to let some angel sweep her off her feet. She understood things beyond cultivated religions of the Mortal Realm. Our contracts were forced into begging the angels for mercy because of their followers’ brutality. This is low, even by Hell’s standards, and we don’t have many.
“I want to know the second he does. Raven needs to know that we’ve handled things accordingly. This stress is going to ruin her fantastic sendoff bang with Elias.” Dante throws an arm at the wall next. “I want—”
“Goddamn it. Keep it together, Dante. Raven’s going to be fine. But our business? Fuck. Anyone call out today?” I ask, trying to suppress my anger over Dante’s pity party. Raven doesn’t need pity. She needs me to fucking gut every shitty angel I come across and collect their damn feathers to stuff in our duvet cover or some shit. Fry up some wings to feed to the masses. Creating an angelic delicacy that mankind will add to their menus when I’m through will be the only perfect recourse for this bullshit.
Dante rubs his bloody hand across the back of his neck and leans over the counter, looking at the glowing computer screen. “Looks like we got lucky. Lazy Lou and Tish canceled their appointments.”
“That’s the married couple?” I ask, verifying. I only know the names of the ones I let put their hands on my body. Everyone else is just a contracted soul to me.
