Page 1 of Unholy Bond
Prologue
Lucifer’s Recap of Book 1
Oh, good. You’re back.
I was beginning to think you’d gotten cold feet after that lovely little romp through brimstone, carnal delight, and betrayal. But here you are, still curious, still hungry for more. Still aching to see what’s next. Delicious.
Let’s catch you up, shall we?
You remember James Neff, of course. A man who died and thought he was waltzing, unpunished, into heaven. He got the marble floors, the choir music, those glaring bright lights, and the hot angel with a British accent. To his dismay, that all ended up being a ruse. Nothing but me in a costume. What can I say? I like to set the mood. It was glorious, to say the least. He bought it all, hook, line, and sinker. Then, the look on his face when he figured out what wasreallyhappening? Well, let’s just say his screams were still echoing through my halls. One of my finest works.
But James? That filthy bag of blood and bones? He was just the appetizer. A mere taste of what was to come.
The real feast began with Sister Evelyn Adams. Oh, she thought she was chosen by God. Pure, dutiful, cloistered behind a wall of rosaries and denial. Suppressing all the delightful urges andneedsthat roved through her veins. She gave legal aid to the homeless and turned down lattes like a good little martyr. But that soul? That soul had teeth. It had darkness. Deep down, she always knew what she was. At least I like to think so.
Nothing could ever appeal more than the degradation and destruction of a clean soul. My demons, Aziz, Ian, and Levi,agreed to venture to Earth and seduce her at my command. To unravel her. And my, didn’t they do a spectacular job. They used their words, their unholy powers, their influence, and of course, those impressive demon cocks on her. You’d think centuries of damnation would dull a man’s instincts, but no. Temptation is an art, and those three? True artists.
Like a black candle, Evelyn burned slowly, beautifully. Each small act of rebellion, every shimmer of desire, all of the licks to her tasty little clit, peeled her open like fruit, revealing the pulsating and mouthwatering flesh beneath. And somewhere between the caramel apple lattes and the forbidden dreams, she remembered who she really was. Who shereallywas.
Lilith.
My first love. My only equal. My greatest mistake. The mother of monsters and fire.
I killed her once. Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’ve done worse things to the people you’ve claimed to love. You forget who I am? You forget what I can see? I watched you do it. Each time you plunged a finger into yourself then swirled it around your clit while thinking about your boss fucking you instead of your husband or boyfriend? Every moment you thought of slapping that unruly and disrespectful child of your neighbor’s? When you wished you could run that other car off the road for cutting you off? I noted each and every offense and cataloged it for when you will be mine.
But death doesn’t stick to my Lilith. Not really. She awoke, living once more, rising from the ashes like a phoenix in the halls and pits of Hell, reborn, radiant, and understandably pissed off. Filled with rage. Delectable, soul blackening, rage.
And now? She’s here again. Bound. Powerful. Mine...
The boys are still out there, scrambling across Earth like lovesick wolves. They think they can reach her, save her, maybe even win her back. How quaint.
But Lilith? She doesn’t need to be saved. She is a force of nature in and of herself, and she will rule by my side.
So buckle up, and prepare yourself, sweetheart. You’re no longer in a nun’s world.
You’re in mine.
Chapter 1: Evelyn
I startled awake, eyes snapping open, but instead of sight, I only found darkness. My body gave an involuntary shiver, and I crossed my arms over my chest, hugging myself. A deep chill settled into my body, seeping down until it made my bones ache. The room was cold and even in the thick shadows, I sensed it was larger than what it should have been.
“Hello?” I whispered, not in hopes of an answer, but with the thought that my voice might echo and tell me how large the room really was.
Nothing answered me back. Ringing silence returned, giving me nothing. No comfort, no understanding, and no clue as to where I was.
Blinking over and over, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, easing me from the depth of shadows to the grayness of my confines.
Where the hell am I?I thought, and with that single question, everything started coming back.
Like inky sutures pulled from a bloody wound, my memories trickled back in. Flashes like single pictures burst across my mind. The convent. The penthouse. Ian, Levi, and Aziz. My three demon lovers. Lucifer himself. All of it came roaring back, filling me with dread, shock, and horror. He’d unlocked…somethinginside me. Whatever it was still wasn’t clear. It was important. That much Ididremember.
Satan. The devil. Lucifer. The Morning Star. The most vile and dangerous being in the cosmos had dragged me down from the sunlight of Earth. He brought me to the deepest depths of the universe. The dark stone halls of his kingdom. I was in Hell.
My eyes adjusted even more, and now I could actually make out what was above me. The ceiling was obsidian. Black and indifferent stone, unadorned but for the fine latticework of shadows from the barred windows. The room’s dimensions defied logic, expanding and contracting by the second. Amorphous walls retracted and surged forward almost at the same time, yet none of it was abrupt, almost like the building was a living creature of stone and tile undulating and breathing as I watched. What seemed like a simple tower chamber grew larger each time I blinked, as if space was in constant negotiation with itself. The whole thing made me dizzy, but it also seemedrightsomehow, like this was a natural thing rather than the illogical mad display that it was.
I lay at the center of a bed that was big enough for a small choir. Blood red satin sheets spread out around me, clean, smooth, and cool to the touch. Dragging them around myself, I cloaked my shoulders and chest in the sheets, using them to hold off the damp chill that had sunk into me. I tried to force my body upright, but it didn’t respond at first. There was a resistance, as if I were pushing up from the bottom of a deep, cold lake. Then,all at once, sensation returned. Muscles stung and burned with lactic acid. My head throbbed, aching with pain and my thoughts muffled, cotton-packed and slow. The taste in my mouth, sour sweet, both delicious and familiar, like a sour apple, the kind I’d preferred above all others in my past life. I pressed a hand to my forehead, expecting clammy sweat, but my skin was dry and cool.
If this was Lucifer’s mansion, then that meant I was in grave danger. Fear, as well as anger boiled up within me. Before I could dwell on the feelings, a roar boomed somewhere below, echoing up through the floors of amorphous stone and walls. A crowd cheered, a hissing sound similar to static, but droning with voices ululating. Or, perhaps, those shouts were merely the starving shrieks of the damned. In Hell, anything was possible.
