Retribution

by B C Morgan

  I think Persephone would welcome her own demise, she would be reunited with her bastard son, in the treacherous zone of Tartarus. I was still too weak to do the deed myself, and Unya was becoming harder to control.

  The voices of my children ringing around inside her head were helping, but it was not enough. I needed her to become more susceptible to my wishes, without feeling the need to question everything I asked of her.

  Troy would destroy the last of that pesky light from within her that refused to die.

  All I had to do was ensure Malachi would not survive, and if at any point it looked as though he may be getting the upper hand, I would have to intercede and ensure he would not leave the fighting pit alive.

  Unya would be angry with me but she was still susceptible to my lies, she believed the news of Marcus’ death without a hint of suspicion. Surely, I would be able to talk my way out of my nefarious deed, if she became aware of my part within it.

  Having a plan was a relief, but it did not help the fact I was once again trapped with the shadow realm. Too many creatures wandered the wild lands and I was not welcome within my sister’s land, but soon none of that would matter. With Unya’s help I would soon be free of this place and my Sister would never control me again. With Unya’s help I would finally be able to claim what was rightfully mine.

  21

  Malachi

  I had been surprised when Unya asked me to meet her down in the fighting pit, the exact location where I would soon be set to fight Troy. Of course, I agreed, but I never would have guessed that she had intended for me to fight her.

  “Don’t be such a baby Malachi, if you are that worried, then I promise to hold back a little.”

  It was obvious she was trying to get a rise out of me, unfortunately it was working. I wasn’t sure at the time what she was trying to prove, but I refused to back down from such a blatant challenge.

  We agreed to fight with the same weapon, a beautiful Haladie dagger that was exquisite to wield. With two blades, one on either end of the handle, it was easy to stab or slash. We also agreed to not tap into any of our abilities, that one was for Unya, seeing as she lacked control, but she had no qualms with agreeing to it.

  We started in the centre of the pit, our fists bumping for a moment, before we dropped into our fighting stances, she was on the offence. But that did not mean I would slink back into a defensive stance.

  The little firecracker charged straight for me, it was easy to deflect and for the first ten minutes neither one of us could get a hit in. It was clear she was impressed by my cat like agility, as I twisted on the balls of my feet and spun through the air with my blade held out.

  The only issue was, by the time we reached the thirty-minute mark, I was beginning to tire, yet she showed no signs of easing down.

  She made a move to go for my neck, but I dropped low, only to realise too late it had been that deflective stance she had been counting on.

  Her blade came down hard, right into my shoulder, before she ripped it free and slashed down hard into the side of my face.

  I managed to get a few hits in on her, marring her beautiful face, as well as adding deep slices into her arms and thighs. But it seemed to spur her on even harder, by the time the clock reached forty minutes, she had me on the flat of my back, with her knees pushing down onto my shoulder blades.

  We were both breathing hard by that point, but she had fared much better than me.

  “Malachi, Troy feeds every damn day, he must kill at least three in a twenty-four hour period. How could you hope to defeat him if you won’t give yourself the sustenance your body craves.”

  “I can’t kill someone to ensure my own life, it’s not who I am. And even if I didn’t kill my source, I would take too much for them to ever return to the person they once were.”

  The palm of her hand gently rested against my cheek and I couldn’t help but lean into it, until her nails began to score my face and her eyes shifted screaming her anger at me.

  “Fine, then face Troy and die, just know when I am wearing my wedding dress, knowing I will soon be married to him, it will be your fault. You’re just handing me over to him, at least you will be dead, so you won’t have to witness it.”

  She spun around and began to storm off, her words stoked a fire that was erupting into an inferno and I was closing the distance she had put between us.

  I seized hold of her shoulder in a white-knuckle grip, she turned to face me with shock written all over her face.

  “Be careful what you wish for Unya, did you ever consider the fact that I might be better off the way I am. You have no idea what I could become.”

  “Let me put it like this then Malachi, I want to see you lose control. I want to watch as you drain the life out of another being, I want to see how excited you can get. Refuse and I may as well kill you right here and now. I want the Incubus, not some hybrid like Troy and not the broken, pathetic creature you have become.”

  In that moment two daemons appeared, looking terrified. Unya placed her hands upon their bare chests and they fell onto their knees.

  “You don’t want this Unya, not the real you anyway.”

  I chose the wrong words, I could see that right away, but it was too late.

  “This is the real me, the weak, broken creature you once knew is gone. I am the one standing here, and the only choices open to you are accept me as I am or leave my sight for good. But if you choose to stay, and you love me like I think you do, then do as I ask. Kill this little daemon and show me just what an Incubus can really do.”

  How could I decide something like that? Choose to be the man that I had fought tooth and nail to become and lose the woman I had damned myself to save or become the creature I was born to be. If I did this, I could lose myself completely. Was she worth it?

  That one question helped me to decide, either option I would come to regret, but I couldn’t do a damn thing about that now.

  I walked over to her and laid my hands upon one of the guy’s chest. He didn’t speak to me on a sexual level, not because he was a man but because he was a bottom feeder. I mean that in a nearly very literal way, he fed on the weakest daemons down here, working his way from toe to head.

  I unleashed my power slowly, feeling his life force begin to flow into my being.

  Unya smiled viciously, as she pushed the other one flat onto his back, straddling his lower torso as she inflicted cut after cut across his flesh.

  The pitiful man was whimpering but it soon changed to screams when she plunged the knife into his chest and started to pull it down.

  Whereas my victim was enjoying the euphoria I was giving him as I drew more and more of his essence out from within him. I was trying to Make it an enjoyable experience for the damn bottom feeder, before he died.

  “No Malachi make it hurt. Make him scream out in agony, so it can make sweet music with mine.”

  I closed my eyes, but I’d already come too far. I couldn’t turn back now, so I unleashed the full force of my power into him.

  He screamed out as his eyes grew wider and his skin paled, his mouth was stretched so far that it dislocated.

  By the time mine was dead, Unya had grown bored playing with hers and severed his head the rest of his body.

  “Like what you see love?”

  I didn’t give her a chance to respond, as I gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her legs around my waist. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my mouth collided with hers in a punishing kiss. I let go of all my anger and pain, pushing all of it into the kiss we were sharing.

  I wasn’t influencing her emotions, but I could taste them in the air around us. She was excited, confused and her desire was shooting sparks through me.

  We fell to the dirt floor, with her positioned below me, and my body pressing against hers. There were too many clothes between us, but soon we would be back in my room and clothes would become a thing of the past.

  We stumbled through my door as she ripped my shirt clea
n off, I pulled away for a moment breathing hard. I forgot how euphoric it was to take the entire life force, I hadn’t been expecting how turned on I became though, especially as we killed together.

  “Are you sure about this Unya? Cause once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”

  Shut up and get your clothes off Malachi, show me how it feels to be fucked by an incubus.”

  I closed the distance I placed between us, her eyes flashed with excitement, sparking the brightest I had even seen them. Her chest was heaving as she panted, and the feel of her breasts being pushed against my chest nearly drove me out of my mind.

  Her legs went back around my waist and we slammed into the wall, Unya took a lot of the force and she just moaned in pleasure as her head fell back baring her neck to me.

  “Let go Malachi.”

  “You know what, fuck control,” I replied as I gripped hold of her top and ripped it off her.

  I carried her over to the bed and dropped her down to the mattress, she shimmied out of her trousers and, she’s trying to kill me, black lace thong.

  I knelt on the bottom of the mattress, taking her right foot into my hand, before kissing my way up her leg, biting along the way. She writhed around, as I drew closer to her sweet spot and she groaned in frustration when I kissed my way down her other leg instead.

  22

  Unya

  He was trying to torture me I bloody swear it, I could feel him grinning against my flesh and it was pissing me off.

  I fisted my hand into his hair and pulled hard, he let out a little moan as I pulled some hair free, but he got the message, thank fuck.

  He pulled himself up my body, taking hold of my knees and pushing them out, I was bared to him.

  He released a breath and looked captivated by the sight of me. His eyes met mine one last time, silently checking that I still wanted this.

  “I swear to the damn Underworld Malachi, if you don’t put your mouth on my pussy in the next five seconds, I will rip your fucking head off.”

  Careful what you wish for ladies, because believe me, an Incubus has serious skills.

  As he licked, sucked and bit my clit making my body writhe all over the place. My moans were getting louder and I didn’t give a damn, but I swear, the moment he pushed two of his glorious fingers inside me I came undone.

  I felt myself explode but he wouldn’t relent, his free hand tweaked, pinched and stroked my sensitive nipples, while his tongue lapped up every drop from my soaked pussy.

  “I fucking adore the taste of you love, I never want to stop tasting you.”

  “Please, I need to feel you inside me. Play later, I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name.”

  “Always happy to oblige pet.”

  He crawled his way up my body, drawing a nipple into his mouth, and biting down hard as he thrust himself deep inside me.

  I couldn’t help it, boy did I scream. My vision went black as I orgasmed hard, I tightened my walls around him, and he moaned deep.

  “I wanted to make this last, but I don’t think I can hold on for much longer.”

  “I don’t want you to, let go, fuck control babe.”

  I pulled his head down to me and captured his mouth in a kiss, his tongue was thrusting in my mouth as his cock pounded in and out of me. It was hard and fast, and I knew I was going to cum again, I tried to hold on but the moment he truly let go, so did I.

  We fucked at least four more times during the night and once morning came, I was deliciously sore. I couldn’t help but think about all the damage I had done to his own glorious body, which healed stupid fast while we were joined.

  It was euphoric, having him deep inside of me, while my life force joined with his.

  I saw the moment his eyes opened and I wasn’t ashamed to be caught staring, he looked relaxed and I couldn’t resist rolling on top of him.

  The feel of his already hard cock rubbing against my pussy sent heat flying to all the right places.

  “Was last night not satisfying enough for you Pet.”

  “What can I say babe, you’ve left me with a hunger I doubt will ever die.”

  He flipped us around, so I was once again on my back, beneath him.

  Even though I was still sore, the minute he slid inside me all I could think about was the immense pleasure he was ricocheting through my body.

  Another handy tidbit about sleeping with an Incubus, not only could he steal your life force, he could share his own as well.

  By the time I left his room, the only signs of what had occurred last night, was the spots of blood adorning the top I had stolen from him.

  We both left our mark on each other’s body and soul; I just wondered whose soul would be darker by the end of it.

  Adiran was waiting back in my room, with displeasure clear on his face. I knew he wasn’t going to be happy with my part time banishment of him, but I couldn’t be bothered to deal with his petty little dramas.

  “I have been waiting for you my dear, I returned, and you were nowhere to be found. Why would you hide yourself away from the shadows?”

  “I needed some time to myself, but I’ve had enough space. Tomorrow will be the day when my fiancé will emerge victorious, whoever that may be. I can’t claim to be excited by the whole thing, so instead I have chosen to have a little fun.”

  Adiran’s mouth spread into a wide smile, as it dawned on him just what I had planned.

  I summoned for a creature and prepared my room while I waited, I was not the most patient person, but this was ridiculous. The creature finally arrived and shuffled into my room. It was sweating profusely and it was shaking like a leaf.

  It refused to raise its eyes up to look at me, all four of them fixed to some point on the boring floor.

  I approached it and wrapped my hand around its little neck, as it began to quiver with fear.

  “Relax poppet, you’re not the one I want to experiment on,” I stated, and it earned me eye contact from the pathetic little thing.

  “T-t-then w-what do you want?” It stuttered, clearly controlled by its nerves.

  “I want you to be my starter, before I find the main course.”

  Its eyes grew wider as I picked it up and slammed it into the floor, watching the cracks that snaked themselves over the ground and up the wall. It was almost hypnotic, watching them grow longer and longer, as I continued to slam it down.

  Once I had grown bored of that, I tried to shoot fire out of my hands, but nothing happened yet again. I got so angry and the next thing I knew it was raining, in my room, down in the Underworld.

  Shit like that didn’t happen down here, but it was fun when a lightning bolt shot out and went into the pitiful thing. I jumped up and down in glee, clapping joyously.. I had another power, hopefully this would be more reliable than the fire was proving to be.

  With the euphoria waning I grabbed my blade and stroked it against the creature’s cheek, drawing a thin sliver of blood. It whimpered constantly, but it was growing tiresome as I decided to slide the blade down my palm and then squeezed my hand into a fist. My blood slowly began to drip onto its face and its screeches sang throughout the room.

  Ever since I found out what my blood could do to the ground, I had been dying to try it out on a living creature, and I couldn’t be any more pleased by the outcome.

  By the time I was done, its face resembled the craterous moon and the rest of its body hadn’t fared much better. Pretty much every hole I caused, burned all the way through, some even continued down through the floor. It was mesmerising to watch and then its voice joined with the others inside my mind. But unlike the others, this one was not happy and welcome, this one was villainous and filled with poison.

  23

  Marcus

  Marcus

  A few of my most trusted rebels, were meeting with me within a heavily secured room, no one could enter without my permission. Luckily, I hadn’t felt the need to rescind any invitation yet, but I was far from complacent.

 
; As I sat there looking between Janelle, David, Ishira, Calder and Nora. Their own secrets aside, I had yet to find a reason why any of these would betray me and I knew I had to give them the benefit of the doubt.

  Calder was the brother water Nymph I met with when I needed to ask questions about Pearl. There was a slight atmosphere between us, but I could only hope it wasn’t anything personal.

  We just finished discussing whatever options we had to obtain Nyakesh’s whereabouts, but it was not proving easy. She was shielding her location from us and we were drawing up blanks. I’m not sure which one of turned on the television at that moment, but our attention was soon ensnared by the Goddess who stood facing the camera on one of the news channels.

  “My dear humans, this is a hard statement to start but myself and my brethren believe you need an education. You believe yourselves to be the dominant species on this planet, but that could not be any further from the truth.

  A long time ago we ruled this world and you loved us and worshipped us beautifully, but unfortunately one of your own decided to imprison us within our own home. For centuries we stayed there watching you grow more and more reckless, never able to offer our aid when you required and deserved it. We gave you everything we had and all you desired, and it return you forgot about us.

  What hurts us the most is the fact that you could forget us so easily, just filing us away as nothing more than mythology. Replacing us in your minds, hearts and souls with a new God or Gods to pray to, it hurt us all. Do we not deserve to be loved and adored?”

  The male news reporter was hanging off of every word that Aphrodite spoke, enthralled by her. Her beauty had not been exaggerated; in fact, it was the opposite. Luckily for us we were above such allures, knowing what beings these really were.