Page 7 of How to Accidentally Become the Devil

“You said he was a heavy sleeper and he always sleeps in!” I accuse with a laugh. I can’t even blame him. I enjoyed our mornings together and I love that he always found a way to get me to himself. Zephyr though, looks like he’s plotting his boyfriend’s murder.

“He is.” Belz shrugs, completely unrepentant.

“I would have woken up forthat!” Zeph growls.

“Okay, okay. Now that everyone knows how horny you all make me…” I trail off, not sure where I was going with that. Oh! Yeah. “I’ll try to be more cognizant about spending alone time with each of you. But most of the time we’ll all be together. I just feel more whole when we’re all together.”

“So do I,” they say as one. I’m glad we’re on the same page.

“Good. Now, let me up so I can get dressed.”

Zeph grumbles as I push him out of my way and Oz and Belz groan as I climb off the bed. Once my feet are on the ground, my wings stretch out and flap. Maybe I can get some flying in when we go to town. Their soft flutter tells me Elphaba and Glinda agree it’s an excellent idea. Feeling my mates’ eyes on me, I bend over and pretend to pick something off the floor, ensuring they get an eyeful of my pussy peeking through beneath my ass.

“Fuuuuck,” Zeph groans. “Why you gotta tease us like that, baby?”

Chuckling, I stand and toss him a wink over my shoulder before I walk away to my closet. I hurry to get dressed but as I attempt to figure out how to make my shirt work with my new additions I remember, I've got magic bitches, and with just a thought I'm dressed popping myself to Gramps’ door before anyone can retaliate. I don’t feel even a little bad leaving them like that. The insatiable beasts would have kept me tied up for hours if they'd gotten their hands on me.

Shaking my head to clear the dirty thoughts of my mates, I face the door and knock. The hall is eerily quiet without even a sound coming from the room. When there’s no answer I try his office door, but still nothing. I pop to his torture room, hoping he’s not in there. I don’t want him to do something he’ll regret. I understand his need for vengeance but he should be of sound mind before he faces Droxley and Marjorkorie again.

Thankfully, the room is empty except for my evil aunt and uncle. Frowning, I study them, shocked to see them both sobbing. The last time I saw them they were lost to their pain, either passed out or silently begging the torture to end. I’ve never seenanyonecry the way they’re both crying now. It doesn’t fit with what I know of them, but I can feel the devastation coming off of them in waves.

More than a little confused, I leave them and try Luc’s bedroom again. This time, when I touch his door, I’m filled with so much despair I can hardly breathe. I have never felt this much off an inanimate object, if that’s even a quarter of what Luc’s feeling, I can’t imagine what it’ll take to bring him back to us. I knock several more times before finally giving up.

Guess I’ll try again later.

Maybe if I give him just a little more time…

four

Madelyne

Iturn the corner leaving Luc’s wing and collide with an unsuspecting body. I stumble and Elphaba and Glinda flutter to keep me upright. “Oh, God! I’m so sor…” I rush to apologize. “Oh. Mom. Hi!”

My graceful mother stands perfectly upright. Obviously, I didn’t inherit my clumsiness from her. “Not, God, just your demon mother, wait… You have wings,” she gasps. “What happened?”

Because if anyone knows what it takes to earn wings, it’s my mother. So I fill her in on everything that happened yesterday. From my trip to Desolate Peak with Luc to her brothers kidnapping me.

“And then Oz broke in and rescued me… did I mention we're officially mated now? Anyway so then we locked Droxley and Bartleby up with Marjorkorie. Can you believe what a bitch that woman is?”

“I’ll kill them,” she seethes, cutting me off before stepping away from me, no doubt to go find them and follow through with her deadly promises.

“You’ll have to get in line. Between my guys, Luc, and now you, there’s no shortage of people who want vengeance. I’m afraid you’re already too late for Bartleby though.”

Eyes widening, she tilts her head in shock. “You mean he’s already dead?”

Biting my bottom lip I nod. It’s a memory I’d like nothing more than to forget, but I fear it will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“How?Who?”

“Luc,” I murmur. “There’s more. So much more.” I hang my head at the realization that I will be the one to tell my mother how her mother was murdered. She deserves to know, and I need to be the one to tell her but fuck this is going to be hard.

“What’s going on, Madelyne?” she demands.

“Not here.” I glance around the hall.

“My suite then. There’s nowhere more secure. Father made sure of that,” she mutters the last part and I don’t miss the contempt in her voice. I don’t think she’ll ever tell me what she went through when she left us, but I know it wasn’t fun. Does it make me evil to be happy she suffered as Dad and I did? Am I a terrible person if it makes me feel slightly better to know she didn’t leave me for some great life without us?

Questions to ponder later, I decide as I send us to her suite. I’ve spent so much time here over the last few weeks, I know the layout of the room like the back of my hand. When the smoke clears, Mom’s in her favorite chair and I’m sitting in my usual spot on the couch across from her.

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