Page 36 of Hell's Queen

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

“Come with me,” I egg him on, holding him close to me. We shatter and come together, a scream escaping my lips as I hit the biggest high I’ve ever had. I bury my face into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as my body violently shakes from the orgasm. His cock twitches as he holds me close to him. Both of our cum drips right out of me.

When he lets me go, he takes his time cleaning me up and putting a wet, cold cloth on my ass.

The hairs on my arms stand up, which stirs me awake. I had fallen asleep to Ledger doing aftercare. I never thought Ledger would be the one who’s soft and takes care of me after sex. Hazen? Yes.

Sitting up, I feel a shift in the air. My hand lands on Ledger’s chest. After a quick shake, he stirs awake.

“Hu—”

“Shush. I feel something.” Quickly, I get up and start throwing clothes on, and he follows. He doesn’t even question me anymore, and I love that. He follows me into the hall, and one of the doors opens. Ozias comes out, and I know as soon as I see him.

“Hell’s fucking storm.” He groans, alerting the others. But this isn’t a normal one. The air is stiffer and warmer, like it’s a massive storm. Suddenly, the ground of the castle shakes. I grab ahold of the wall while Ozias grabs my hips to steady me. That causes everyone to come out of the room.

“What do we do?” I ask.

“Throne room is the safest. If he took my father’s advice to secure that into the ground,” Ozias says.

Hazen grabs my hands, and we all start moving down the stairs. With more and more rumbles, the pictures of Lucifer’s kids fall off the wall, and dust from the ceiling collapses. I’m almost scared the roof will cave in.

And it does.

The ceiling cracks in the hall as we run to the throne room. I glance up, seeing a chuck coming my way, and I can’t move, about to be crushed by the beautiful black ceiling. I want to say fear freezes me, but something else does.

“Move!” Inarian barks, tackling me out of the way. Whatever has a hold of me snaps as soon as I land on Inarian’s icy chest. I look up, but he wastes no time, scrambling to get us both into the throne room as more of the ceiling in the hallway falls.

I turn back, seeing Khazon, Thorne, and Ryker trapped as more rubble falls on them.

“No!” I scream until my throat is raw. I wait to see if blood leaks from the fallen ceiling, but nothing does.

“They are okay!” Ledger says, pulling me back from the doorway. I give him a look that says, how the fuck could you be serious? “The bond! My Soul Reaper is still alive. Trust me.”

That doesn’t stop the tears from forming. The floors keep shaking, and like Ozias said, the throne room is safe as can be.

Suddenly, light breaks through from the outside as the earth begins splitting. It knocks me to my ass, and I watch fire and lava bubble from the crust of Hell.

A strong wind forms, and the roof of the throne room rips off, crumbling right next to the palace. Overhead, a familiar fucking elf is floating. Evara. Her magic is powerful and robust; I can tell this storm is her doing. She must be a mage or something similar.

She starts to lower herself, but not before Khazon’s Angel of Death slams into her. They hit the side of the building, crumbling through it. Draco’s hand wraps around my throat. My eyes widened at how fast he had gotten to me. A smirk curls on his lips, fangs flashing and black eyes meeting mine as he tosses me towards the wall like I weigh nothing. Jigsaw leaps for me, using his hellhound strength to catch and stop me from hitting the wall. He pulls me against him, growling at Draco.

Draco races towards us just as Thorne steps in, stopping him. “Get her out of here!” Thorne snaps.

Ryker’s presence almost makes me cry as the others form around me. I try to call the shadows, but nothing comes. I try again and realize I can’t.

“Isn’t it a shame when the queen's powers get blocked like her fathers were the day he died?” A familiar voice has me whipping around to look. Circe looks nothing like I thought she would. I’m so used to seeing her version in my body. Her skin is still lavender, but her hair is long and jet-black, like her beating eyes. She’s taller than me, body built like an old roman Goddess, but she is the opposite of that. She moves to me, using her magic to make my protectors hit a wall.

With wide eyes, I try to move, to fight back, but I can’t move again.

“I heard the Devil had the same look on his face when he realized the same thing. She’s powerful, isn’t she?”

I glance over to who is talking and see Evara rising from the debris, with Khazon nowhere in sight. My heart breaks, wishing I could see if he was okay.

Evara moves to me; it feels like acid when she touches my skin. A scream catches in my throat. “I’m more powerful than any mage. I’m a Hell Storm in a person.”

Beside me, the cracking of bones fills the air. Bitterness and acid explode in the air, but it doesn’t burn. Jigsaw has shifted into a massive hellhound. He has never shifted in front of me before, not needing to. Like Ledger, all his fur is gone, leaving a dull ash-colored skin. White bone is exposed along his spine, leaking toxic waste. It drips on the ground, burning straight through layers of concrete.

This is why he doesn’t use it often.

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