Page 1 of How to Accidentally Become the Devil

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Madelyne

Summoning demons, getting trapped in Hell, and adding to my mate count is all well and good. It’s mostly been sunshine and rainbows. But this? This blinding pain in my back? It’s way worse than when I grew my horns.

“She’s just sprouting wings is all.” It’s hazy like it’s coming from far away, but Oz’s sardonic voice brushes my ear, confirming my suspicion.

I’m getting wings!

Holy Hell, why does it have to hurt so much?!

As I writhe on the bed, the overwhelming feeling of pride that is clearly coming from my crazy-ass mates is almost enough to distract me from the searing agony shooting down my spine.

Almost.

Just as suddenly as it came on, the pain disappears, as if it were never there. Seconds ago, I thought I was dying and now I feel perfectly normal. If you can count the heavy leathery appendages magically appearing on my back asnormal. I don’t think I would, but, my back physically feels normal. As if the wings were always meant to be there and my entire body feels more whole with them.

My body may be handling the demon changes well, but let me tell you, it’s a fucking head-trip.

A hand softly runs down my spine and my wings twitch.

“So perfect,” Belz’s hushed breath reaches my ear as my surroundings come back to focus.

“Of course, she is,” Zeph scoffs as fingers run through my hair, brushing it away from my face.

“How long did it take you to grow your wings and recover, B?” Oz smirks. Or you know, the equivalent to smirking with your voice… What’s that sound called? I don’t know. Guess I’m not all the way back yet.

“Shut up, Oz,” Belz grumbles. “She’s royalty and the next ruler of Hell. Of course, her transmutation would be faster than mine.”

Shit. You mean Belz had it even worse when he got his wings? Some fucking gift.

“It’s ok, love, the worst is over. You’ll feel better than ever soon,” Belz murmurs before pressing a gentle kiss to my head.

My eyes flutter open to see Belz’s earnest eyes looking at me with pride and desire.Damn. I love it when he looks at me like that.

“You’re cheating,” I grumble before arching my back in a deep stretch, my wings flapping, moving my mates away from me as I push myself to sit. “Is there a reason these lovelygiftsfrom Hell have to hurt so goddamn much?”

“Gifts from Hell,” Zeph chuckles.

“Did you answer your own question, Princess? They’re gifts… fromHell, of course, they’re going to hurt. Hell’s all about pain and torture remember?” Oz arches a brow with a stupid smirk. The same one Iknowhe was wearing when he was talking shit to Belz earlier.

“You’re gonna stay at the bottom of my list, aren’t you?” I glare at my cocky, dickhead mate.

“We can’t all be your favorite, angel. Someone’s gotta make the rest of us look good.” Zeph winks.

Rolling my eyes, I taunt my modest, jokester mate. “I didn’t know you needed someone to make you look good.”

“Touché, love. Was trying to give him more credit than was due,” Zeph grins.

“That’s ok, I’ll fuck you into loving me,” Oz smirks.

That’s right. I remember that.Holy Hell, can the man fuck!

“You know there’s more to love than sex, right?” Belz grumbles.

“Of course. But one must use one’s strong suits to their advantage. And you know firsthand howstrongmy strong suit is.”

Oooh. That’s a sexy picture I want to see.

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