Page 4 of Dark Souls Academy: The Sacrifice

All supernaturals were all the same, especially Dimidium Demons. We had other supernatural types inside of us, not just demons. Like the Light Souls we had a five-level power ranking. Ones were strength and speed, which were the most common. Twos were shifters. Threes were potion makers. Four were spell casters. Fives were people who could do them all. But each number had a scale of its own. There were tons of other similarities between us. I didn’t understand why they hated us.

When she finished, I gently pulled her to a stop. “Come on, let’s get you home. You did well.” She limped away, grumbling under her breath. Not wanting to drag this out, I brought her closer to me. As I held her, I fumbled with the thick leather belt at my waist, searching for a teleportation potion. These green vials were priceless in Hell, but I knew how to make them, thanks to one of my mates, so I used them several times a day. This one would only transport us around the Academy since it was made here, but it was still a godsend. No more endless walking. No more demons reaching out to feed on my energy. No more hallways blurring and shifting to keep me from finding my way.

It was time to wash up. Moments like this made me miss the full-body leather suit that I let Piper use for the Demon Trials. I only met her for a second, but she had fought her way to the top of the trial with honor. Not like a demon. I haven’t magically summoned it back yet, but I needed to. It protected me from magic, regulated my temperature, and cleaned itself. Every Master got a set of magical leather uniforms. The women had to wear all leather, so they got more protection. Men only had pants and jackets.

As the silence set in, Lilah’s mind must have taken in the situation clearly because her emotions went from a little stressed to I-might-die levels in seconds. Lilah’s face turned green. She raised a hand to her mouth. “Yeah, and I might need to throw up.I can’t believe I just did that.” It was her first kill. Unfortunately, she’d most likely have to use this new skill again.

I kissed her forehead, taking away her pain and anxiety, feeding on them. The taste of her sweet emotions surprised me. I expected them to be bitter.

“You did good. Let’s go home and get some rest. You deserve it.”

I hoped that I could do the same, but another restless night likely awaited me. Lucifer’s voice already echoed in my mind as he said he’d kill his sons to get to me. He’d kill everyone. Rest and I were no longer on speaking terms. I needed the bastard dead. His blood dripping from my blade so I could breathe better. She had to get though his immense power and army.

Super easy…Not.

CHAPTER TWO

The plush carpet in Lilah's apartment hugged my feet the next instant. I couldn't wait to take off my boots to enjoy its softness. Lilah had it good here.

Demarcus might have had a smaller place than mine, but it was more luxurious. The marble walls, brown leather couches, and pristine lamps created an inviting atmosphere. Every pillow and candle matched perfectly, adding to the overall aesthetic. The walls were covered in cheerful photos of Demarcus’s family, making the space feel warm and homey. I’d been crashing here for over a week now, trying to distance myself from my mates.

The assholes thought they could gang up on me for wanting to fight in this battle. Basically, for everything to stay the same, and since they rudely mated to me when I told them not to, they became overbearing dickheads. They stole my potion that would have allowed me to visit the Fae realm that my uncle gave me because they didn’t trust me. I was their mate, I wasn’t going to run from them. I only chose to leave before the mating because it’d keep everyone safe.

Trigger, Kain, and Bones took it personally. Alaric and Dex weren’t as vocal about things, but they never stopped the others from locking me in a damn room. Images of them speaking tothe Headmaster through their communicators to get me out of all my obligations, so I’d stay in the fucking prison, turned my eyes red. My demon demanding retribution, and that was why I couldn’t forgive them, even if I wanted to. My demon and Fae agreed our mates couldn’t treat us like a child.

I had been running from Lucifer my whole life to stay out of a cage, the people I loved weren’t putting me in one. I’d fight them just as hard for my freedom. The pricks had to ruin a good thing.

I showed them that they could kiss my toned ass. I was no one’s bitch. Five against one did not give me good odds in this relationship, so I had to nip it in the bud. If they didn’t learn, then maybe I didn’t need them. I was building my faction and working with several slaves outside of the academy.

It wasn’t just the academy students who either wanted to follow me or kill me. Hell, once known as the Underworld, had been waiting for a powerful Succubus for a while apparently. They wanted me as their savior. I could barely keep my small group of friends safe. How was I supposed to save everyone? Killing Lucifer would be a start… a big fucking start. It was the only start, or idea, I had. Good thing others thought it was the right way to go because I couldn’t do it alone.

Maybe I couldn’t do it at all, but I told that negative voice in my head to shut the fuck up. I had too much to do to let worry take over.

At least inside of these walls I had a chance. Hell was a mirror image of Earth. Literally, a world that copied Earth if it went through an apocalypse and was put through a red filter. The sky, sand, and most of the buildings were crimson. Talk about camouflage. Lucifer would use it against us, but if he brought the fight to me, we could hide.

I handed Lilah the energy balm so she could put it on when she got out of the shower. Refilling a demon’s magic was like filling up a water balloon. If they had a slow steady flow ofwater, the balloon would fill perfectly. If she forced the process, the balloon would break. Which meant, she would have to relax or sleep to heal. Running around with the balm on wouldn’t do anything.

Just as I settled into the chair in Lilah’s room, ready to take off my boots, my mind buzzed. Someone high up in my faction was reaching out through our bond. Whatever it was, they didn’t want to risk being overheard, or they would have used the communicator.

Demarcus’s name flashed in my mind. I groaned. This wasn’t going to be a fun chat. I could sense his anger already leaking into me. I wouldn’t ignore him. Lilah was his and I would respect that.

Yes?

You let that fucker put his mouth on my woman’s pussy?

I jerked away from nothing as if I had a phone to my ear, but his shout had caught me off guard. My nostrils flared, but I stayed calm.

Hey, I didn’t tell her to sit on an angry demon’s face, but I think she used it as a distraction. The Minotaur wanted to fuck her after all.

His growl was filled with murder.

Look, she was having trouble killing him. We need her to figure shit out on her own. When this war begins, we may not be there to save her. I get it. You don’t want her hurt, but we can’t stop it from happening.

He grumbled in my head,Why’d she have to be friends with a Succubus? Of course, she’d use her pussy as a weapon.

All I could do was snort because he wasn’t wrong.

He sighed. The sound of his breath in my head was like someone blowing into a paper towel roll while it was pushed to my ear.You’re right. I’m sorry for yelling at you. It’s no way to treat my faction leader and?—

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