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Chapter Three

   Their release had to come from beneath another so to speak, and the high was so fleeting that to keep from going into withdrawals they had to spend nearly all their eternal days on their backs. It was a torment of their souls to know their bodies were not their own, much more powerful than any physical pain that can be inflicted. And here, in hell, there were no drugs to cloud their minds so they could forget about what they were doing to themselves for their addiction.

   But there was one aspect where Gage- regardless that he was feeling more required then interested in sex with the women at that point- wasn’t like most of his brethren. He wouldn’t withhold the females release from them, making them beg for the one moment of peace their souls found in that orgasm. To pursue a female was a turn on true, the chase before the reward, but he wanted his women willing not begging to be with him. So he always gave them what they wanted, repeatedly, till their bodies could take no more. It was why the concubines jumped at the chance to share his bed, not only did he satisfy their addiction, but their bodies as well. With Gage they found one other item that their body craved, yet could never achieve.

   Rest.

   It wasn’t a sentiment he broadcasted to the rest of his comrades, compassion. He might be the most efficient killer hell had ever seen, but the fact that he had more than brutality and spite in his black heart was what separated him from the others. But it was also what made him Lucifer’s go-to demon when a situation or two that needed to be taken care of arose on earth. The rest couldn’t be trusted not to wipe out an entire village for just one soul.

   With a sigh Gage dropped his arms to push off the bed, thinking he’d have to go check on the status of things. Communication wasn’t always the best when you were relying on to worst to relay the information so maybe something had changed while he was occupied.

   But he didn’t get far. His softer side had hoped to give the woman a few more moments of rest, but the kink in his left wing wasn’t just because he had it angled wrong. The concubine had it pinned beneath her to the mattress. He was regretting its softness at this point because her body only dug it into the bed making it impossible for him to leave without waking her up. And at the thought of bodies waking up he could feel the numbing ache signifying half his wing had well and fallen asleep too.

   Shaking his head he managed to slip his arms beneath the woman, lifting her just enough to pull his slightly unresponsive limb out from under her and settle her back into the bed before she could so much as stir. But as the pins and needles began to set in there was a knock at the door.

   So much for letting them sleep.

   It was one thing for him to leave them there in his room alone while he roamed hell, he could claim innocence to knowing that they were there should they be discovered. But for them to be sleeping when they were supposed to be servicing Gage would certainly earn him a frown from whoever was on the other side of the door. Once their job was done they were to be cast aside, they were only things to be used, a vessel for pleasure from those who used them. They were not to be treated as the humans they once were, even though it was the soul that made their flesh a person and not just an automated shell.

   That was out of Gage’s hands now though. To leave them as they were would bring punishment down on the lot of them.

   He could see the disappointment in their eyes as he roused them, knowing they were being sent back into the fold of thousands, meaning they may not get the chance to be with Gage again for what seemed like an endless amount of time. He would choose the same ones over and over again, because there were those more deserving of the gift he gave them than others, but to show any preferential treatment would make it seem as if he had some emotional attachment to the women. The kind of emotion that was unheard of in hell.