How Ari stumbled upon the world of hell, where people are tortured left right and centre.
She doesn't know it yet, but she's important, and she's going to be the only one who can save the leader from tumbling into the depths of lava pooling at the...
"Yes, wings. I was once an angel, Ari. That's the story, right? The devil was an angel who got rejected by God and fell down to hell. I kept my wings and they still work, but they're slightly different to the angels'."
"How?"
"They're black, for starters," he chuckled in my ear then left a kiss there. I didn't stop him from any of it.
In fact, I enjoyed it. I tilted my head to the side and twisted it up to see Colby's face as he casually drew little circles on my arms. "Why have you hidden them for so long?" I asked gently.
He glanced at me for a moment before sighing and wrapping his arms more around me. "Because I don't like that I was an angel, Ari. I've never seen myself as an angel and I never will. I'm the devil and the devil doesn't have wings."
"You're not the devil right now," I teased, poking at his arm. He flared red eyes at me making me jump in surprise. He grinned and let go, allowing me to sit up and turn to him. Ignoring the discomfort I could feel on my stomach, I sat on my knees and leaned forward a little. "I swear I've seen you do that before."
"You probably have. It comes out when I'm angry usually." He sadly smiled. "I've not always been good at hiding it. You set off a lot of emotions for me, so I wouldn't be surprised if my wings came out."
"Can you do it whenever you want?"
He nodded. I gave him a look that made him shake his head and open his mouth to say no but the moment I stuck my bottom lip out, his jaw clenched. In some weird way, I knew I had won.
Reluctant, he stood from the bed and cleared his throat, rolling his shoulders back and forth. I crossed my legs and leaned on my elbows with a little smirk on my face as he took one big deep breath. What I certainly didn't expect when he said black wings was for two black angel wings bigger than him to sprout out of his back. It caught me so off guard that I gasped and started backing up on the bed. I was stuck staring in complete awe.
"Oh my god..."
"Wrong divinity."
I glared at him as I stood up, automatically reaching out to touch the feathers of his beautiful wings. He stayed completely still just watching me. The moment my fingertip reached the feather, however, his entire wing jerked away from my hand. I couldn't help but grin. "Are you ticklish?"
He blushed. Actually blushed. It was too cute. I had to give him a huge smile as I stepped up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He watched me closely for a moment; so closely that I forgot all about everything else. I felt like we were the only objects in the universe, and that was all that mattered to me. Maybe I had been stabbed earlier, but we were in hell. Did any of that really matter?
Katrina was right that I would fall in love, only she picked the wrong after life. I wasn't going to fall in love in heaven because I was already in love in hell.
And that realisation meant that I couldn't control myself anymore. Every urge I had ever had lashed out all at once when I practically launched myself at Colby in a deep kiss. He responded instantly, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning down to make it easier. It felt like my heart stopped for a long second. But in a good way.
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The kiss got a little more intense and before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me up from the ground and placed me down on the bed in such a way that he could climb in on top of me. I almost had my legs wrapped around his waist, but my hands were resting on his chest.
"Ari," Colby breathed out, just barely pulling back from the kiss.
My heart was pounding in my chest; my head light in the best way. I hoped to every divinity that existed that he wasn't about to fuck up our moment.
"When you were bleeding out I realised something." His hand appeared on my hip where his thumb rubbed over the discomfort that I assumed was my sealed wound. "I knew that I would do anything for you to survive. I knew how much I cared about you. And I knew that I'd forever regret it if I never got to tell you the truth." His eyes slowly came up my body to meet mine. They stuck there for a short while reading into my soul. "Arianna Black, I realised that I love you. That I'm in love with you, and I have been for quite a while. But you've been mad at me for good reason and I didn't want to-"
I flipped the script. Instead of the guy cutting off the girl, I cut him off. I didn't need a speech to win me over because I had already been won over. I had already fallen deep enough to say those three words and to finally admit to myself that I love the devil. He just had to hear it for himself.
After our short kiss, I rubbed my thumb over his cheek and smiled at him. "I love you too, Colby. And I'm not mad anymore."
His blue eyes somehow got bluer as he mimicked my smile. He leaned down to kiss me instantly; this time full of passion and so deep that I felt those feelings inside of me begin to stir until they exploded.
