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“I beg to differ,” Aiden teased, but both twins pulled their hands away.

“If you want us to lay off, we will.” Nicholas sat up on his elbow, looking me over with an adoring expression.

“What if I don’t want to la—”

Nicholas shot a look at his brother, cutting him off. “I don’t want to admit this either, Aiden, but Lilly has a point. She needs to be able to rest and train.” Aiden started to protest more, but Nicholas ignored him and continued talking. “Trust me, I want nothing more than to have her stripped naked all the time, at our service 24/7, dripping with our cum, but we all have to work together to get her ready. Here in a short while, she’ll be our littledemonslut.” He gave me a sly smile, one I happily returned.

The thought of being their demon instead of their offering made my heart race. Once I completed those trials, things would be different, and the idea was exhilarating.

“My hero,” I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.

Nicholas tickled my sides, making me laugh. When he pulled away, he gave me a big, sloppy kiss before standing, scooping me into his arms, and squeezing me so hard, all the air left my lungs. Aiden followed us into the bathroom, still grumpy from our conversation.

Chapter 12

Lillian

Ida was over to cook dinner for us. My legs were still a little shaky from earlier, but I tried my best to help her as she prepared the meal.

I loved spending time with Ida, especially since she’d snuck me out and introduced me to her daughter, Mavis. I trusted Ida, and I’d been opening up to her over the past weeks. She was also the only link between me and Mavis, the only way we could communicate.

We’d been sending letters back and forth ever since Ida gave me the first one a few days after our escapade. Mavis wrote that she knew the princes were protective, and I probably didn’t have a phone. She suggested we stay in touch via letters until the princes stopped being ‘overprotective assholes’.

The last letter I’d sent her wasn’t like our typical happy correspondences. I wrote it shortly after Satan showed up at the flat and demanded I complete the demon trials. Her response had been encouraging, and it still managed to make me smile, as all her other letters had.

I hid her letter with several others on a shelf in my closet, tucked so far back that I had to scoot a chair over whenever I needed access. I was careful not to get caught, though, not wanting the princes to know I’d snuck out, specifically with Ida’s help. I couldn’t bear getting her in trouble.

The letter I wrote to Mavis was much more optimistic than the one before.

Ida tucked my letter into her pocket. “How are things going?”

“Fine,” I responded casually, washing the dishes we’d used to prepare dinner.

“Uh-huh,” she said, drawing out her words, disbelief laced in her tone. She took the spot next to me, rinsing the dishes. “You know… It’s okay not to be fine. No one would blame you.”

I froze, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat. My eyes stung, tears threatening to fall at any second. I took a long, shaky breath, my hands still sitting in the sink water.

“It’s overwhelming,” I finally said.

Ida was nodding as she continued rinsing dishes, and I was thankful she continued her task instead of stopping to stare at me. No way could I hold myself together if she faced me right now.

I started washing again, and we carried on silently. A few stray tears fell, but I managed to keep my composure until all the dishes were done.

“Come here,” Ida said softly, pulling me in for a tight hug. My hands were still wet, but that didn’t stop me from wrapping around her and melting in her embrace.

That’s when the dam broke. I started sobbing, huge tears falling onto her shoulder. She held me even tighter as my body shook, stroking my hair.

“Let it all out, hun. I’m not going anywhere.”

I don’t know exactly how long we stayed like that, holding one another, but once I calmed down, I pulled away, feeling so much better just being able to cry so freely.

Ida watched me with a gentle smile but didn’t say anything or push me to talk.

“It sucks,” I admitted after a beat, earning another understanding nod from her. “It’s not fair. I didn’t choose this. I didn’t know I was opening a portal to Hell. I didn’t know I’d have to shut myself over here forever. I didn’t know I’d be spending my time hiding from theliteralKing of Hell. But none of that even matters anymore, because now, I have to complete some stupid trials and become a demon or die. And the trials are meant to kill me anyway. Satan’s out to get me. The only friend I have I can’t even talk about or see.” I paused to catch my breath. “I’m going to lose my mind, Ida. I can’t keep going like this. It fucking sucks. Sometimes I hate living here. I feel like a prisoner.”

“Then say something, hun. They’ll listen.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Not likely. No one here listens to me.” I knew they meant well, but I was slowly losing myself up here.

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