Page 70 of Demon Sworn
No, not literally, you sick fucks. Metaphorically.
Lucy turns towards us, focusing on me first as the leader of our demon murder. “And do you, Raziel, take Katrina Colt of your own free will, understanding that she will stop aging and will live out her immortal life as your lover and Center?”
“Fuck.” I swallow. “I do.”
Katrina…
Forever…
There’s never been two words that sounded so good together.
When we told her what the ceremony would entail, that she would essentially stop aging and become immortal, she had been terrified at first. Scared of losing Adam, of watching him grow old and wither away while she remains young forever. We reminded her that when he became older, he’d be given a choice to remain human and grow old or live his life as an immortal with us.
After that, it was no contest. We can’t fathom eternity without her, and she can’t imagine going to a Heaven that’s devoid of us.
Lucy repeats the questions to the four other guys, and they all dogmatically exclaim, “I do.” Except for Kastros, of course, who simply signs his affirmation.
“By the unholy power vested within me, I now pronounce you Center and demons. You may kiss the Center.”
I’m on Katrina before Lucy can even finish her spiel, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. My magic erupts from me in a burst of fiery red flames, intermingling with Katrina’s own pink and blue powers. They circle each other like dogs, before Katrina’s magic twines around mine in a lover’s embrace. And then I can feel her in my chest, in a way I never have before. It’s like her presence is within me, her soul a part of me.
The lightshow of our magic dies down, but instead of returning to our own bodies, hers travels inside of me while mine goes into hers. It sits in my chest like a ball of brilliant light, so warm and searing that I actually gasp.
But then Kastros is there, pushing me to the side and kissing Katrina passionately. Both of their magics erupt from their bodies, his dark blue and easily twice the size of hers. Like before with mine and Katrina’s, their powers twirl around each other before settling inside of their chests.
The same thing happens with Akor, Van, and Zolroth. Akor’s magic is lime-green and playful and cheeky. It caresses Katrina’s before darting away. The game lasts a few minutes before it enters Katrina’s chest like a bullet being shot from a gun. She staggers back a step, cheeks flushed, just as her own magic enters Akor.
Van’s magic is bright pink imbued with darker red. I would almost describe it as seductive as it nuzzles against Katrina’s power, tendrils caressing it like one would a lover. By the time it’s done, they’re both panting, and I can see a tent in Van’s pants that wasn’t there before.
Zolroth’s is copper and perfectly straight, a thick strand that hangs stagnant in the air. When it catches a glimpse of Katrina’s own pink and blue magic, it immediately encircles it, wrapping it in a tight embrace, before their magics reluctantly separate.
And then it’s done.
Her magic pulsates in my veins, reverberating through my body, and I’ve never felt so…whole.
I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, with my demon murder, my son, and the love of my existence.
We don’t make it out of the room. Fortunately, Lucy senses our desperation and grabs Adam’s hand, leading him and the rest of the animals to a banquet hall she set up for us. I spot Adam jumping onto the hellhound’s back, demanding a pony ride, before I’m focused on Katrina once more.
In Hell itself, in the devil’s castle no less, the five of us show Katrina what it means to be sworn to demons.
27
Van
It’s beena year since my Center said yes. A year of getting to watch her ass walk down the hallway every single morning on her way to get coffee, and it still gives me morning wood that could rival a sequoia.
I don’t think any of us have ever been happier.
Kas has discovered he’s got a damn talent for homeschooling, so he’s been teaching Adam. The kid picked up sign language and demon sign, knows how to count to twenty, and I swear, I think I might have caught the kid reading an article in one of my naughty magazines once.
That went in the “here’s an ice cream sandwich, don’t tell your sister” bucket.
Between the five of us, Adam eats a lot of ice cream.
Katrina ended up getting into a community college, no thanks to me. Somehow, all of our study sessions for the entrance exam got…derailed. Maybe it was because I always insisted she wear that hot little uniform. Anyway, she passed, and that’s what matters.
I pull her diploma off the wall and slide it into a moving box. “Tape me,” I call out.
