by Janie Marie
Thanatos gave him a look, noticing it as well. “If he gets the chance, he’s going to fuck her right in front of you.”
Lucifer envisioned fifty different ways to destroy Lancelot before Jane suddenly slapped Lancelot across the face.
The crowd roared, some cheering and laughing, while others booed.
Jane made another hand motion, dropping her sound barrier as she backed up, twirling her sword. “Fight me, bitch!”
“She is far stronger than we expected,” Asmodeus said as they watched Jane circle Lancelot. “You know what that means.”
Lucifer kept his eyes on her, choosing not to think about what her strength meant.
Jane darted close to Lancelot and scratched him across his back, giggling when he swung at her.
“He’s already reaching his limit,” Thanatos said.
Lancelot was visibly shaking, but he raised his sword to her, signaling he was ready. Jane didn’t hesitate. She attacked him with speed Lucifer had not witnessed from her before. Even her skill had somehow increased since her last fight. She barely looked like the same wild vampire. She was fucking with her opponent, but she was in control.
Jane blocked Lancelot’s sword when he swung it at her neck and punched him in the stomach before darting away.
Lancelot roared and charged her. Jane only laughed as she danced around him. She was too quick for the large man trying to kill her. She met every swing of Lancelot’s sword while still landing punches here and there.
Lucifer glanced around to find a large portion of the crowd shouting for her to win. Chuckling, he returned his attention to the fight. This was just the beginning—they were both holding back.
“Ooh,” echoed throughout the crowd when Jane landed a huge kick to Lancelot’s leg before bringing the hilt of her sword down on his collarbone. It knocked Lancelot completely onto his back, but she moved away, giving him the opportunity to stand.
The crowd applauded her sportsmanship, but many laughed at Lancelot’s humiliation. Lucifer eyed his pet. Lancelot was getting frustrated, and Lucifer wasn’t surprised when he charged her like a bull, giving her everything he had.
Her eyes widened, but she kept up her defenses until Lancelot backhanded her across the face.
“AH!” the crowd cried, watching her fall to the ground.
Lucifer clenched his fist but didn’t move more than that.
Blood dripped from Jane’s lips, and she gasped when Lancelot came at her again. This time, she threw out a blast of energy to give herself time to stand.
Lancelot stumbled, but he was after her again. She roared, swinging her sword. They looked evenly matched, and neither were holding back now.
Lancelot landed a punch to Jane’s side. She quickly returned it with one of her own and scratched him across the face. The crowd cheered as Lancelot wiped blood from his eye.
“He’s done now,” Asmodeus said just before Lancelot’s face morphed, and he burst into his massive werewolf form.
The crowd cried out in cheer, seeing his impressive transformation. Jane’s eyes widened a little, but she composed herself quickly. He could see her demon trying to take over with the continuous darkness clouding her eyes, but she was pushing her away.
Lancelot ran at her, quickly knocking her to the ground, but she jumped up and sliced his arm. She was holding back on her abilities, though.
“What is she doing?” Thanatos asked when she circled him, knocking him to his back with only small bursts of energy.
“She’s fighting her demon. She wants to do this on her own,” Lucifer said quietly.
Lancelot backed up, transforming back into his human form, completely nude. “Is this all we are going to do, my queen?”
Jane didn’t respond.
“Perhaps you are hoping your brave knight will show up and save you?” A dark smile spread over Lancelot’s face. “Or maybe the angel Death is the one you prefer? You seem to fill a lot of beds. I can hardly keep up with you. Considering I smell our king and the vampire prince’s stink on you, I would say you are having an equally difficult time remembering which male to bend over for.”
Jane’s eyes flashed bright green.
Lucifer clenched his jaw when the crowd laughed with Lancelot.
Thanatos and Asmodeus both unfolded their wings in a threatening manner, silencing the masses, but Lucifer kept his gaze on Jane. Every time her eyes began to turn black, she’d shake her head until only hazel was visible.
“Looking at you now reminds me of our second meeting,” said Lancelot, lazily scratching his stomach. “Do you remember? The little boy with hazel eyes.” Jane’s steps faltered as Lancelot continued. “I have grown fond of hazel eyes. I think you also recall the beauty of my last victim in your presence.”
Jane roared, stabbing her sword into the ground.
Lucifer moved slightly, ready to slap her for disarming herself like this.
Asmodeus glanced at him. “My king?”
He waved him off and looked back at Jane. She was disgusted with Lancelot’s nudity. He knew Lancelot instilled so many emotions in her. She needed to fight and not listen to these taunts.
“Pick up your sword, Jane,” Lucifer said, making her and the crowd turn in his direction.
Breathing heavily, she locked eyes with him and shook her head. Lucifer almost ended the match, but upon observing her more carefully, he realized she wasn’t losing anything—she was focusing. On everything. And she was surging with more power than he had ever felt from her before.
He chuckled at how foolish he was to doubt her strength. “As you wish, my queen.”
A beautiful smile spread over her lips, and it was only for him. It was only for a fraction of a second before she turned it into a vicious snarl, baring her teeth at Lancelot, but he knew that was a real smile, and she’d given it to him.
“Are you sure about this, Lucifer?” Thanatos asked quietly when Jane and Lancelot began circling each other again, neither holding their swords now.
Lucifer folded his arms, nodding. “I was mistaken about her control. She’s going to destroy him.”
Lancelot suddenly charged.
Lucifer held his breath when she seemed to be bracing herself to get hit, but she sidestepped the attack and landed a devastating punch to Lancelot’s side.
The crowd’s yells shook the ground.
Jane was so vicious as she darted up and scratched at him again and again. Lancelot’s side was torn up badly, but he wasn’t hurt severely enough to slow him down.
Jane landed another powerful punch to his wound, but Lancelot grabbed her hair this time, lifting her off the ground as he roared in her face.
Jane roared back, scratching his cheek.
“BITCH!” Lancelot threw her to the ground.
A pained cry left Jane’s lips, making Lucifer tense. As she rolled on her side, she made eye contact with Lucifer. She was hurt, but she smiled and pushed herself up.
Lancelot came at her again, and Jane leapt into the air. As she soared over Lancelot, she grabbed a hold of his shoulder and hair. She screamed, landing as she hurled him into a huge boulder, causing it to explode on impact.
“Wow,” Asmodeus said.
Lucifer chuckled, breathing easier as Jane stood up straight. She spat out blood, keeping her eyes on the rubble, waiting for Lancelot to stand. She was covered in sweat and blood, but she was fierce and beautiful. He smiled at the proud look on her face when Lancelot stood and revealed a large cut across his face. It was healing, but she had hurt him.
“So, my queen,” Lancelot said, sneering as he wiped blood from his eye. “Can you tell me where I might find David?”
Jane’s proud look vanished.
Lancelot chuckled. “Did you leave him home with your children? As far as I remember, and I remember well, Prince David was never interested in settling down with a wife and kids anyway. I would not doubt he had a few bastards, but I must say, I never expected him to take care of his whore’s children while she ran
off to fuck the King of Hell.”
Jane’s lips trembled as her eyes watered. Lucifer glanced around, noticing the crowds were murmuring and pointing at her.
Lancelot grinned at her. “How did he take the news when he found out you were spreading your legs for Lucifer?”
Lucifer kept his expression blank, but he was absolutely furious.
“I’m surprised you are so interested in David’s whereabouts,” Jane said, spitting out more blood. “Every time David has called you out in a fight, you run the other way. Coward! You use your men instead of fighting because you know you’re outmatched. You even ran from me, you piece of shit. Now quit stalling. You have no dogs to protect you this time, rapist!”
“So says the whore who begged me to fuck her on the battlefield,” Lancelot said, pointing to his dick. “Just like last time, kitten. How wet are you right now?”
Lucifer’s gray wings revealed themselves and unfolded all on their own. The entire battlefield went silent, and everyone dropped to their knees, bowing their heads. Lucifer glanced beside him, barely stopping himself from incinerating his entire army.
Asmodeus and Thanatos bowed their heads as they spoke, “My king.”
He didn’t say anything to them and walked to the center of the field. Lancelot was already kneeling, but Jane was standing, clenching her fists at her sides as she struggled to stay still.
When Lucifer reached them, he stopped in front of Lancelot. He growled, his hand twitching with the urge to destroy one of his most powerful creations.
A low hiss from Jane distracted Lucifer, and he looked at her. She was a predator, observing her prey, and it soothed the murderous rage burning under his skin.
“My queen,” Lucifer said, holding out his hand in a gesture to come to him.
She looked at him, her hazel eyes lighting up the smile suddenly present on her face as she walked to him. He didn’t smile back, but he caressed her bruised cheek before rubbing some of the drying blood and dirt away. He was still too pissed to speak, to ask her if she was okay, so he scanned her body, checking her injuries.
“I’m fine, my king,” she said, making him look back at her face. She’d never called him that before, yet she was doing it now—in front of everyone. “I wish to continue the fight, if that’s all right with you.”
He searched her eyes and then continued scanning her injuries. She was hurt but hiding it well. With a look, he attempted to ask if she was sure about this, and seeming to understand, she gave the slightest of nods.
Lucifer slid his hand into her hair then to the back of her head before pulling her closer. “As you wish,” he said, kissing her busted lip. It thrilled him that she didn’t put up a fight, especially for such a public kiss. Licking the blood from her cut lip, he smiled, whispering, “Leave him alive.”
Finally, she gave him the look he was used to getting from her—the look that would destroy a weak man. He tightened his grip in her hair, growling softly as he pulled her body closer to his.
“Of course,” she said, giving him a final glare before dropping her gaze to where Lancelot still kneeled.
Loosening his hold, he whispered in her ear, “I feel it is more suitable for another to take his life, Jane.”
“I understand,” she said, slowly turning her face toward his.
He stared into her eyes, watching the colors swirl. “You realize fighting her is foolish—she can assist you.”
She lowered her voice. “The things she wants to do to him are disgusting. I don’t think I could take it if she were to let him.”
“Well, she is angry you were satisfied and she was not.” He grinned, kissing her quickly before standing straighter. “Let her out if you need to. She knows there will be consequences for her behavior.”
“Yes, my king,” she said, her eyes sliding to his wings.
The curiosity lighting up her face amused him, but he had to set an example right now. So, growling, he turned back to Lancelot. “Get up!”
Lancelot quickly got to his feet. They made eye contact for a mere second before Lancelot tensed and lowered his head. Lucifer knew his anger had caused him to let go of some of the glamour. He knew his features were more prominent, and his eyes were completely silver in color. It frightened all who were foolish enough to anger him this much. “Have you already forgotten why you are being punished?”
“No, Lucifer. My emotions simply got the better of me.”
Lucifer snatched Lancelot by the throat and lifted him several feet off the ground. The crowd gasped, shocked at his ability to touch and cause harm to someone who was not of angelic or demonic origin. It was something they were all prevented from doing, with the exception of Death, and now him. And it was all because of his little queen’s presence. “My lovely queen wishes to continue this match. Do you accept?”
Lancelot sputtered, “Yes, Lucifer.”
“I will not hear this filth from your mouth again, dog,” Lucifer snarled, tightening his grip. “Insult my queen again, and I will feed you to your own hideous children.”
Lancelot started thrashing, but he squeezed tighter until a wonderful feeling radiated throughout his wing.
Lucifer growled, turning his head to glance at his wing. It surprised him to find Jane there. She looked like a child, a wide grin stretched across her lips as she trailed her fingers along his gray feathers.
He returned his attention to Lancelot. “Drop this cowardice and fight her! She was right on every observation of your battles with David. She is his match. Now let me see how much you fear her in comparison to him.” Lucifer threw Lancelot to the ground and flapped his wings, getting a little gasp from Jane.
She tried to recompose her face, but he had seen a brief moment of happiness in her shining eyes. He held his hand out, beckoning her to him, and to his delight, she approached him right away.
When she was close enough, he grabbed her chin, tilting her smiling face up as the crowd began lifting their heads to watch.
He took a moment to admire the silver glow she emitted. It was always there, but it seemed brighter now, as if the tiny moment of fascination with his wings had renewed all her strength. She was humming with power, and she was breathtaking.
“You are making me proud, my queen,” he said softly while keeping her little chin between his fingers. She grinned up at him, still glancing at his wings every few seconds. “Remember, I want him alive.”
She sobered up then. “I remember.”
“Did I ever tell you there is a reason your light is silver?” he asked, smirking as she became trapped in his gaze. “Perhaps I will one day.” He pressed his lips to hers, breathing in her sweet scent that mixed with his.
“I match your eyes,” she whispered, holding his wrist before he could release her.
“You do,” he said, kissing her once more before walking away.
As he neared the edge of the battlefield, he looked over his shoulder. “Oh, and Jane?”
“Yes?” she asked, glancing at the crowd rising to their feet before focusing on him.
“I believe you are right about Lancelot,” he said, watching her frown. “He does look like Stephen.”
Her eyes widened, and she teared up before bowing to him.
“Enjoy your revenge, Jane.” He watched her nod before she got back into position.
Asmodeus and Thanatos grinned when he resumed his spot between them.
“You two are adorable,” Asmodeus said, chuckling.
Lucifer laughed. “Do not smile unless you are killing someone, Asmodeus. It disturbs me.”
Asmodeus laughed.
“Who is Stephen?” Thanatos asked and Asmodeus also turned to him for the answer.
Grinning as he watched Jane circling Lancelot, Lucifer admired the way her silver aura suddenly glowed brighter and answered, “Her abuser.”
Asmodeus chuckled. “You never cease to amaze me, my king.”
Jane suddenly let out a thunderous roar at the same moment every one of the camp fir
es’ flames shot toward the sky, shaking the rocky ground beneath their feet.
Lucifer smiled as the savage screams ripping out of her bruised lips only grew louder. Her power was still building. He had no idea how she was managing it, but she was actually drawing power from around her.
“Fucking hell,” Thanatos said.
Lucifer chuckled at the shocked look on Lancelot’s face before he returned his attention to Jane. It awed him that only hazel eyes were in sight. Not a single speck of darkness. No demon was doing this. This was all Jane.
Lancelot didn’t wait this time, and with his own ferocious roar, he transformed into the great werewolf.
Jane met his roar, her tiny frame shaking as she yanked her sweater over her head, revealing the camisole she wore underneath and that lovely hourglass shape of hers. She chucked the sweater, her hands balled into tight fists as she tilted her head back, her battle cry filling the sky, all with that silver light pulsing around her.
Beautiful.
“Wow,” Thanatos and Asmodeus spoke in unison.
Lucifer enjoyed hearing them admire her. She was his.
She had silenced the crowd. Many of them were squinting from the bright flames around the camp combined with her inner light. Jane and Lancelot began their dance again, but Lucifer still could not take his eyes off her. She looked so full of rage, but there was so much hurt behind her eyes. This was her entire life’s sexual abuse looking her in the eye in the form of a true monster.
Lucifer had given her the chance to face her past, and it was something he knew would either make or break her.
Lancelot charged, and surprising everyone, Jane ran toward the huge werewolf. She tackled him to the ground, screaming like a wild cat, as they slid across the rocks. As soon as they stopped, Jane brought her small fists down onto his massive head. Her hits were powerful, but Lancelot was strong and he reached up to hit her face with his giant, clawed hand.
The blow knocked her face to the side, but she just hollered, rearing back to punch him again.
Lucifer could see that she was using her abilities to pin him, but she was holding back from doing more with them. This was just her taking out all her pain, sadness, and loss—everything her abuse had taken from her.