Running With Devils

✨SNEAK PEEK✨- Playing with Devils

That was completely understandable.

"Right," I said awkwardly, as he pressed the elevator button.

We stood in awkward silence as the elevator descended to the ground floor. When they reopened, he stepped out and led me the rest of a way

"You look great," he blurted as if sensing the tension.

"Looks aren't everything, Des," I said quietly. "I feel like shit."

"Yea, well. Welcome to the club, peaches," he chuckled, pulling me closer.

Once the elevator doors opened, he put a respectful distance between us. I have never imagined Des, the gunslinging bastard from hell, would be attempting to be a well mannered gentleman. But one look at the one they called Morningstar and I could understand the move.

He was a terrifying figure. Not in the physically monstrous sort of way. In fact, his aging features were striking. But I could tell he took pleasure in seeing others being crushed beneath the weight of his authority.

I had seen it the night I was taken here. The way he clapped as if I had made some grand spectacle of his second. The humiliation in Malachi's face was oddly something I didn't enjoy. It felt like I was watching a public flogging and he had been stripped bare to take the soul lashing.

Once again, I felt unsafe. If he would do that to his own second, what would he do to me if I stepped out of line.

Not if. When.

When I stepped out of line. I knew I would eventually land myself in trouble here.

It was just a matter of time.

"Aren't you a lovely little creature," he purred, stepping forward to take me off Des's less scary hands. "I wanted to show you a very special place. It's very near and dear to me."

I gave a flat polite smile and nodded.

"Okay," I swallowed

He hooked his arm through mine and took me outside into the boldly lit city. The neon lights were absolutely mesmerizing. There were so many colors that surrounded me, I almost forgot where I was and who I was with.

Two unmarked cars sat outside. The doors swung open revealing a very dark interior with heavily tinted windows. He helped me inside and shut the door quickly behind him as he slid in.

"Your companion will ride ahead of us," he said plainly, helping me inside.

I was fully alone with him. There was a tinted glass that separated the front and the back making me even more secluded.

And when I felt his eyes shift towards me, I physically shrunk in my seat.

"You don't have to be shy with me, dear priestess," he said smoothly. "My son told me all about your explorations. It's quite admirable to let the pleasures of the flesh guide your way to greatness here."

His son?

I kept my hands in my lap, fingers gripping the soft silky fabric of my dress.

"Is it," I asked. My voice was dry. Nearing shaking.

"Indeed," he chuckled.

I felt his fingers begin to play with the end of my ponytail, twisting and winding it through them teasingly. I stayed absolutely still.

"I am not the kind of girl to use my body as collateral unless the situation calls for it," I swallowed hard.

"Of course not," he said soothingly, settling closer to my side as he brought his face close to my ear. "My son was quite harsh with his methods. I'd be a bit more.... Subtle."

He nipped lightly at my earlobe and it took everything within me not to jerk away. It took all my willpower not to smack the fucker.

But I held myself firm. I brought down the mask I had learned to wear, to pretend. To act.

"A demon like you must have a wife he comes home to " I said, letting an easy laugh float from me.

"Wives are more of a mortal thing," he said in amusement, letting his hand glide down the exposed length of my back. "Marriage is a holy sacrament, designed by the heavens to confine your fragile hearts into only loving one. That is the fatal flaw of mankind is it not? How is that fair? For creatures with hearts as large as their imaginations, they would stay shackled by the obligations of a contract."

Fucking hell. This guy must be so fun at parties.

"That's the beauty of it," I spoke simply. "With all of the people in the world to love, two people would choose each other. Choosing to stick by one doesn't stop anyone from loving others. It just is a different kind of love."

This conversation made me miss Genevieve. She was the prime example of loving without restraint.

The Morningstar chuckled. "I can see why my son took a liking to you," he sighed. "You both have a tendency to stay optimistic."

Mal seemed like the opposite of optimistic. But maybe I just didn't see it. This demon had known him for his entire life whereas I only knew him for a total of four weeks.

"Where is your son," I asked casually.

The Morningstar's easy smile became sly. "Why? Has the boy caught your affection, my dear?"

A snort erupted from me. "No," I said firmly. "But I'd much rather be able to keep my eyes on him. He likes his schemes and I don't plan on being caught in another one of those."

The demon watched me closely as if trying to read my expression.

"Unfortunately, the boy has slipped beneath my radar," he said simply. "He's always been good at hiding from his problems. Should I double the search, my priestess?"

I kept my face stoic at the jab, but I wanted to throw him out of this moving vehicle.

"No," I answered. "Let him come to us. He'll have to come up for air eventually."

The Morningstar beamed at me. "Excellent plan," he said, taking my clasped hands from my lap and kissing the back of each in reverence.

Within minutes, we were pulling up to a strange looking industrial building. Inside, the sounds of pumping bass and screams were muffled. Flashing lights beamed through the high windows.

A club?

Fuck. I did not want to party it up with these assholes.

But I was whisked inside anyway. It was hot as fuck in there, packed wall to wall with demons bumping and grinding against each other in rhythm. Many were almost, if not actually, fucking each other on the dance floor. My face grew hot at the sight of the revelry. It was one thing to be promiscuous in private, another entirely to do it out in the open.

I hated that my body was intrigued— that each step through this buzzing crowd brought my thighs closer together until I was squeezing away the throbbing ache that resided between them.

"Feel free to join in, my dear," the Morningstar said coyly, noticing the way my eyes had fixated on two demons who were getting particularly nasty. "You might find you enjoy it."

"I'm just fine right here," I rasped.

"Suit yourself," he chuckled. "Come. This isn't our stop."

And he lead me through the crowd towards a secluded door and began typing a passcode into the security system. Opening the door, he gave me a once over. His eyes had become almost entirely black.

"Welcome to the pits, my priestess."