Page 33 of Princess of Hell

“I have a hot trace.” My hot man has a way with words. As I thought of him, I bit my lip and swallowed, imagining how it would feel to touch him, put my hands on his body, and trace his scar with my kisses.

“Please.” It was not a sad plea, but I felt it. He was in pain, and it was real. Our eyes met, his beautiful deep green eyes set in a pale face with long dark hair. Lines crossed his forehead.

“You’re real. If you are an angel of death, please kill me.”

The door was locked with an electronic mechanism. All I needed to do was lay my hand on top of the tiny keyboard.

He stood there, watching me. “I won’t touch you. I can’t. No one can.”

Okay, how the fuck did he knew he should not touch me?

The man that I freed was drop-dead gorgeous. Great, why can’t I find ugly guys, fat guys with moles and hairs and stuff? He was pale and somehow managed to look great in his grey PJs. This one looked like a vampire from a teenage girl’s fantasy. Not a real vampire because real vampires are low-level Demons that are ugly as fuck.

Something fed off him. I sensed it. There was something else, something I couldn’t pin down, but they had hurt him badly. I felt the need to help him, but I don’t know why? Or how this happened? Why was my life so crazy and complicated?

He pressed his palm against the Plexiglas. His eyes looked deep into me, and there was something, a feeling as if I recognized him, even though I couldn't do so. Pressing against the keypad of his cell, I used my Demon powers ways to find the code. The code appeared, and the door clicked open.

The guy in his grey PJs dropped to his knees, his shoulder-length black hair falling around his pale face like a shroud of darkness. His wrists were covered with scars that healed and made space for other scars that grew on top of them, creating a weird web of intricate textures on his arms.

“Get up if you want to get out of here.”

He looked at me. “My angel!”

I snort-laughed. No one ever called me that. I should somehow be offended because he used the A word, but I liked it.”

“I know who you are looking for. It’s her.”

Behind us stood an older nurse, looking exactly the way you expected her to appear--chubby, short hair, a neat uniform, and an even smile touching her lips. I felt it the moment my eyes connected with hers. She wore a meat suit, creating an appearance that had nothing to do with her true self.

I didn’t wait. With my left hand, I grabbed her neck and jammed her against the wall.

“Where’s my necklace?”

My eyes changed from being black and surrounded by white to fully black, the way my true self looks.

She started to whimper, but it made no difference to me. Sniffing her neck, I detected the stench of Hell’s Nether regions. My father was in a conflict with the daughter of Bezahel, who ruled that area. There was an old issue about some battles against an Angel Legion where they promised him help and retreated at the last second. It was something so old between Dad and Bezahel that I’m not sure he even remembered it correctly. Still, it was there, an issue that made was a thorn in the dad’s side—one of the reasons why he wanted me to marry Caspian, son of Behemoth. Ugh, my wedding that should happen in two weeks appeared before me, making me want to take a bite from the annoying nurse.

“I’m just the night shift nurse,” she whimpered and tried to push me away.

“Let’s stop the shit, shall we. You know who I am, and you know what I’m looking for. Tell me where I can find my damn necklace, and I’ll let you live so you can feed off the mental energy of these poor creatures.”

Her eyes turned black, the same as mine. I applied more pressure on her throat, forcing her to cough and use her demon strength to keep going.

“I know who you are. Let me down so we can talk.”

I let her down and took off my glove slowly. “Talk.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Who stole my necklace? How did they get it past the palace guard, and why? It’s just a trinket. Why would they take it away from me?”

She smiled an all-knowing smile. “You don’t know?”

“I don’t know what? This charade is starting to get on my nerves.”

“You don’t know that your necklace is a key?” she whispered and went limp like a deflated balloon against the wall. A small arrow stuck out of her throat. As I turned, I heard the flapping of wings outside the window.

Running toward the windows covered with steel bars, I saw the back of a Harpie who flew away. What the fuck was she doing here? Harpies hated the human realm and mostly stayed in the mountains doing Harpie shit. I wasn’t a fan of them. They’re too loud. But why would a Harpie kill a Demon from the Nether Regions of Hell when she wanted to talk, when she told me my necklace was a key? Fuck.

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