Page 36 of Seeking Hades' Ember

Demons cried out in pain as I let the smoke retract from them, their feet bloody, sore, and raw from ripping their skin. The Incubus House was next; they would suffer something entirely worse.

Staying on the outside of the home, I snapped my fingers and let the weights grow heavier until they dropped to the floor. Their members were now ripped from their bodies. Screams of agony and pain filtered through the broken doorway. It was music to my ears.

They will hang there until I decide what to do with them. My glare to the demons surrounding us know they cannot help or face my wrath even further.

Cerberus held the one that scratched my mate’s leg, and an evil glint came to my eye. She will not survive this day; her soul will be ripped from the demon’s soul pool, never to regenerate and never to have a chance to find her own mate. Ares looks at me, pleading. He dances on the balls of his feet; he wants in on the fun, and I had taken most of it.

“Ares, is there something you would like to ask?” I joked mockingly.

“Can I have her? I’ve got new stuff to try.” The fact his itty bitty brain had come up with something new to torture people gave me a chuckle.

“Sure, why not?” It was sometimes fun to share with Ares; he appreciated my lust for blood and pain for those that deserved it. Taking Jillian back into my arms, he started rubbing the palms of his hands together, chuckling darkly to himself.

“Come, Cerberus, this involves you too.” Cerberus huffed and continued to drag the demoness who was clawing the ground to get away.

Jillian did not stir in my arms; she lay almost lifeless as I cuddled her to my chest. She was small, delicate like the flowers she loved to smell in our garden. More demon warriors will be brought to the palace; now that Jillian knows what I am and who we all are, this will help in the transition for her to become my mate.

Knowing the truth of just of who I am is just the beginning. I have many more secrets to spill, and Jillian still has to find herself. Granting my lips to touch hers, I groan into her mouth. The sparks fly as her eyelashes flutter gently while her face continues to nuzzle into my smell. My heart instantly calms as we begin our walk back to the palace. Her leg needs tending to, and I need to be with her until she wakes.

I will not let her have another nightmare.

Jillian saw me in my correct form and did not seem bothered by it. The adrenaline and the bond rushing through her may have had something to do with it. I was too late to tell her on my own; I needed to be forward with her on other things in the future.

But she is healing. Her mind is still healing.

I shook my head. She is stronger than she appears. I’m foolish, but I can’t help but worry.

The servants will now be in their proper form and no longer hiding. Many are excited for her to know who we are; others are wary. They think my mate may not be strong enough, but little did they know she was a fighter. She had fought her way into my heart like I never thought anyone could. I just hope she will accept her surroundings once I show her what the palace really looks like.

If she hates it, I’ll change it. I’ll keep the bubble around the palace, so she never has to see the reddened sky. I’ll do what it takes to keep her because she is supposed to be mine.

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