Mikayla, before ever processing a response opened her mouth and replied. “Yes, everything is perfect. Thank you, my lord.” She picked up her wine glass from the table taking a drink. It was a bunch of shit that she couldn’t tell these people to stick it, stop kissing her damn hand and let her go home. Although the people were strangely beautiful, everything around seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.
“Excellent.” Anock said taking a drink of his own wine, giving her a look that would have made her blush if she had been able to. He trailed his eyes up and down her body slowly before wetting his lips. Mikayla shifted her eyes from him to catch Blake giving Anock a look of anger, his eyes flashed red, which quickly changed to blue when Anock looked back forward. She was slowly gathering that his eyes changed color with his emotions. Red meaning anger.
The dinner proceeded with little to no talk after the weird reports given to Anock, making it beyond awkward, only the people who were addressed by Anock spoke. They were all served something different and she happened to notice that as her wine glass held white wine, everyone else held a dark red. They were all served what looked like a completely raw steak, as she got a chicken parmesan and even though she felt sick to her stomach from being under a weird spell, her fork and mouth worked to eat every last thing on her plate. Every once in a while, Anock would look over and openly stare at her boobs before adjusting his pants, and every once in a while when that happened Blake would flash red eyes before they went back to blue. She sighed, a lot.
When it was over, Anock ordered Blake to walk Mikayla to her room so she could retire for the evening. Sarah had offered, but Blake growled at her to return eating and she all but pouted, only making the twins laugh and Anock frown in frustration. After a long, very awkward kiss goodnight from Anock, which held way too much tongue she and Blake made their way from the dining hall. He rushed her down and around hallways, pulling her the whole way until they got to her room, she tripped twice before he slowed down.
After he got her inside her room and shut the door, he turned looking her up in down with rage before picking up a nearby vase. “FUCK!” He yelled throwing the vase. It hit her closet door before smashing into a thousand pieces, and she was sure she would have jumped at his reaction if she’d been able to.
“They put an obedience spell on you!” He frowned licking his lips while shaking his head in disbelief. “Listen, I’m going to try and lift it, but you have to be told what to do or you’ll stand here like a zombie all night.” He paused running a frustrated hand threw his hair, looking away, cussing something under his breath that sounded like, fucking magics. “If someone is to come in unexpectedly I’ll have to leave, get ready for bed and I’ll come back when I can.”
Blake walked slowly to her, a flash of about three different colors came and went in his eyes, too quick for her to catch the exact ones, but they slowly calmed to blue as he slowly knelt down in front of her. She wondered what all he would have to do to lift the spell and she took stock of her racing heart wondering if it was starting to wear off for her to feel so nervous. He knelt down in front of her whispering angrily in another language before looking up at her.
“I need to examine your skin. I’m going to see if I can feel something first then I’ll move to look.” He said his voice thick. She would tell him, okay, if she could but it wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter. He looked forward now his face oddly close to her belly button as he reached out with both hands and grabbed her hips. She held her breath, waiting for him to do something but he just stayed there staring at her belly button through her dress before cussing under his breath. He squeezed her hips and pleasure raced through her as she concentrated on his furrowed brow. Sweat dotting his forehead. It looked like he was concentrating on doing something, she wasn’t sure what, but all she was getting out of it was the weird pleasure that rose up as his hands continued to get tighter. She sucked in a breath when his thumb started to press too hard on her hip bones, and like he himself had been in a trance he shook his head growling before easing the pressure and moving his hands now up her torso.
It didn’t help. Whether he was meaning to or not, the steady crawling of his hands over every inch of her silk dress was giving the right amount of pressure to softness, sending goosebumps along her skin. It was like he was studying every inch of her while he concentrated at where his hands were at, his breathing heavy. Just as his hands made their way to her chest, her own heavy breathing hitched and if she would have been able to, she would have moaned from his sensual touch. He paused long enough that she thought he was done, until he dropped his hands before starting again down her legs. His touch still licking fire throughout her belly, and she wondered if he was touching her like this on purpose, if he knew the pleasure she was getting out of it.
He cleared his throat. “This spell is usually placed on a person in the form of a small round tattoo, that or a piercing. I don’t feel any piercings unless you have one where I can’t see.” His eyes drifted to her wet center and he breathed deep. Would he look? Could he tell she was soaking wet?
“I need to look for a tattoo.” He said almost breathless as he slowly trailed a hand up the exposed leg from the slit, not stopping until he reached the end at her upper thigh. His touch was warm, steady, and controlled. She sucked in a breath of pleasure. If he heard her, he pretended not to notice, but the bulge in his pants said he was just as affected as she was from his body search of her.
He looked up from the floor, and she watched as his eyes slowly faded from dark blue to a dark purple, while his hand slipped under the front of her dress from the slit trailing slowly over the top of her lace underwear while pushing back the dress to expose her, before holding on to her hips with both hands once more. He finally broke her stare to take in the sight of her long naked legs in heels with her black laced lingerie and it was clear the job of removing the spell was slowly being forgotten. She sucked in a shocked breath when his thumb brushed down slipping under the top of the panties and she wondered how far he would go to examine her. What did that say about her that she was mindless and still enjoyed his touch? Was it her inability to move, and that he held all the control? Was it the unknown of what he would do, or the fact that his equal measure hands of both roughness and softness caressed her skin driving pleasure through her with just a simple touch?
“What am I looking for?” He growled, removing his hands quickly letting her dress fall back down into place before he stood lifting her chin to look directly into his eyes.
“Do I have to get you naked?” He asked his voice thick with lust. “Removing everything on you at this point seems like the only logical option.”
She looked down where his hand gripped her chin and he dropped it stepping back, the gleam of her necklace catching her eye from the reflection of the mirror across the room and she squinted, as a thought occurred. The necklace was what he was looking for, it wasn’t a tattoo or a piercing, but it wasn’t until the damn thing was on her that she turned mindless. She looked to him and then looked back down at the necklace, doing this two, three times before he caught on.
Blake quickly grabbed the necklace, yanking the squared diamonds from her neck, and throwing it to the ground. As if a giant weight lifted, she rushed air into her lungs trying to heal the burning she felt, gasping loudly while grabbing her aching throat. A sea of emotions rushed through her, like flood gates that she hadn’t probably been able to experience while under the spell. She took in anger, confusion, fear, attraction, lust and more confusion all in a span of seconds making her stumble before Blake caught her arm.
“Holy shit!” She gasped.
If it hadn’t been for Blake catching her, she would have fallen to the ground. He helped her up before running his hands through his hair. “There was nothing I could do in front of everyone once I realized what was going on.”
She stumbled to her sitting area couch, her lungs still feeling like fire crawled across them. “Why?” She rasped.
Did he just say Prince of Hell? Anock was a demon? A freaking prince of Hell. The wings, the darkness she felt along with the attraction. It was scary, but she knew it made sense. He looked every inch of a dark prince.
“Tell me what’s going on. Now. What’s the Breaking Ritual Anock talked about tonight?” Shoes now off, she relaxed back in the corner of the couch crossing her arms. She was so done with this shit.
Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees he shook his head slightly. “You don’t need to worry about that. I will try to explain it the best I can, but I need you to be patient.” He paused and she nodded her agreement.
“Have you heard of Nephilim?”
“Like the giants in the bible? The angels and humans’ offspring?”
“Kind of. More like the fallen angel and human offspring; and they weren’t giants, but I’ll get to that part. A long time ago there was a demon named Lilith.”
Mikayla had heard of her before. “Yeah, and she was Adam’s first wife that was cast out of the garden and doomed to only have dead babies…”
“Again. Kind of. Just listen.” He sat back now adjusting to face her on the couch relaxing against the arm. “She was all that you say except her babies didn’t die, but they did turn out wrong. All females, and demons at that. Succubus demons. Female night demons that fed from men and Lilith spawned thousands of them. Millions actually and even though she had a bunch of offspring she kept trying for boys, mixing with any and every new demon she could as she was more curious as to what she would create than anything. I mean, this lady has so many offspring she reigns over a whole sector of Hell alone, but anyways, soon she found a loophole. It was by accident, but still, a loophole none the less. She hooked up with Samuel, The Angel of Death. Creating her first sons. Twins. By doing this, it knocked the balance of heaven and hell off. It has to stay balanced because the moment it becomes unbalanced, the apocalypse is put into motion and that’s exactly what happened.” Blake paused when a knock sounded at the door. Thinking he was going to disappear she was surprised when he sat quietly as the twin makeup/healers came in holding a platter of drinks.
“Oh you’re getting to the good part.” Cain said smiling as he handed Mikayla a martini. He and Elijah were both in pajama bottoms, slippers and comfy shirts. She squirmed wishing she would have changed out of her evening dress and took a sip of her martini. Regardless of never having one or not, she smiled thanking Cain, and wondered how they knew Blake was at the good part. Wait, did he just say twins?
“Are Cain and Elijah the twins?” Mikayla said sitting forward at her revelation.
With a small chuckle from Blake and a big chuckle from Elijah and Cain she took that as a no. “No. They are not Lilith’s twins.”
After Cain and Elijah settled across from them on their own chairs Blake continued his explanation while sipping on a dark liquor. “Before either Heaven or Hell had come to the realization the end times had started, they did however notice that the union of a demon and angel produced powerful beings that could play both sides. Even though the scale was tipped in favor with the twin’s birth to the side of evil, Hell wanted more of an advantage and set out to create a group together called, “The Watchers”. They wanted to make more of what Samuel and Lilith created. Tip the scales even more. For the first time Heaven wasn’t guaranteed the victory over the mortal realm and they wanted to run with it. See Lilith and Samuels mating was forbidden. Angels and demons cannot mix, but they didn’t consider that when Samuel was created, he was literally created as the embodiment of death. Literally couldn’t be killed. He is death. So, he technically is the only full angel to mate with a demon and not drop dead, and because he liked Lilith, he allowed her to live as well. Previous angels and demons who tried to mate ended up just being demon on demon, because if an angel was corrupted enough to sleep with a demon it fell; and if the demons got clever and tried to rape an angel, they would both drop dead before it ever happened.
So this Watcher group was formed to potentially find someone of angel blood, not full, to mate with a demon to create the perfect Nephilim army. However, when the human abductions got out of hand, and the offspring was left rampant on Earth to terrorize; Heaven formed their own group to counteract the issue. They formed a group called The Chosen. As these two groups were fighting- “
“What did the offspring form? I mean if the Nephilim’s aren’t giants like you said?” She asked taking a sip before placing her drink down on the coffee table, it was a little too strong for her taste.
“OH!” Elijah raised his hand in the air, and she had to force a smile away, no matter how much the twins were growing on her she was still a captive. She would not get Stockholm syndrome. “I know this one peach. Shapeshifters! You remember Alex from dinner?”
Mikayla’s mouth dropped open. “The little girl? She’s a Nephilim.” Blake nodded and she looked at the twins who held sad expressions and nodded as well.
“She is one of the most recent one’s made.” Blake said swallowing more of his drink. “As you can tell, other than being shape shifters, they aren’t the most powerful beings. Meaning they don’t really serve a purpose to win the apocalypse. A lot of them are usually killed off at birth. It was only because Anock got bored around here he decided to keep Alex around.”
“That’s awful!” She said her mind working through the rest of what that could mean.
Before she could ask anything else, he continued on. “So as these two groups continued to fight over mortals. The Lord’s top angels, Michael and Gabriel realizing the apocalypse was starting earlier than planned, came up with a plan on how to tip the scales back in their favor. They came up with the Fated, the Scroll, and the Relic.”
Mikayla held out her hand, “This all sounds like a bad movie. Most of the end times are foretold in the bible, and you expect me to just throw all that out and believe this story. I mean not only are you saying Lilith and these succulent demons are actually real, but that Heaven might not win the apocalypse.”
Blake just shook his head giving her an exasperated look. “Everything you thought you knew about religion, your bible, or ideologies. Throw them out of your head right now.” He loosened his shirt even more, unbuttoning the top two buttons shrugging off his dinner jacket. “For example.” Elijah and Cain wiggled their eyebrows at her, and she did laugh this time. Lord. Seems like Blake just got to everyone. “What do you think I am?”
She looked to the twins, who just gave her a go on answer him look. “A dream walker?” At her answer Blake gave a sexy chuckle before tilting his head back slightly allowing her to see his skin had a slight sheen of sweat on it. She followed down his neckline admiring his golden skin wrapped around the hard muscles in his chest. Clearing her throat she looked away grabbing her drink to break the tension. “So? Are you a dream walker?” She asked peering up from the rim of her drink, watching as he stood giving her his back.
He turned his head slightly, looking at her with piercing red eyes. “Incubus… and dream walker.” He said walking over to a cabinet that stocked liquor she hadn’t found in her attempt at snooping.
“Like a demon?” She’d heard of those type of demons in movies and books but didn’t realize they were real. Well, a lot of this she didn’t realize was real. From what she gathered though, they apparently got their power through the act of sex and held a lot of sexual charm. That would explain why he was so good looking.
“Exactly like a demon.” Cain and Elijah said together with a creepy smile.
Piecing everything together she couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. Slamming the rest of her drink down on the table she stood fast. “You’re the Watchers! Sarah said you were an
underground organization that wanted to help find someone for me because you thought I was lonely; and you are an incubus, which I believe is a demon that feeds on sex. Either way if you are an incubus, a demon, I’m in Hell! You’re the bad guys!” She faced them and started to back towards her closet. First clothes. Then, get the hell out of…Hell. How? She had no idea.
Watching her mini freak out only amused the twins to no end, which they were now on their way to where Blake stood against, apparently her liquor cabinet, enjoying the show with his new drink.
“I have to get out of here.” She turned now ready to run if she had to. No way was this okay with her. They wanted to try and make Nephilim babies with her! This was not how she wanted to lose her virginity! Plus Blake was a demon!
“Oh now! Like you didn’t just want to crawl on Blake’s lap five seconds ago and ride him. We all saw your seductive little stare.” One of the twins said making her turn in her escape.
“What?” Did she speak out loud? Yeah, she thought he was hot, but she was pretty sure she didn’t broadcast that to the room.
Blake walked slowly back to his spot on the couch, “enough. Mikayla sit back down and let me finish explaining…and in case you haven’t figured out the twins can read minds.” Her mouth popped open and her face flamed. Well hell.
“I do not want to ride you for the record.” She explained.
Elijah turned while shaking a martini. “Whatever bitch. I want to ride him…as does the rest of Hell. You so want to, seeing as the fact you were-” Cain reached over smacking Elijah upside the back of his head before taking the shaker of alcohol. “Ow what was that for?”
“The fact that I what?” The twins ignored her as Blake grunted in frustration rubbing at the temples on his head. “Really. No one is going to answer me?”
More silence. Well why they are being morons, it was time for a break. Walking into her closet, shutting herself in, she picked out a super soft silk pajama set with fur slippers. She could hear the guys whisper fighting, it exhausted her more. The only option she had now was to sneak out in the middle of the night. Possibly. She had no idea how she would find her way out or home. Maybe she could find a phone? Coming out in her pajamas she was met with three sets of eyes and an awkward silence.
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