Delilah PoV
"W-what?" I manage to choke out. "What do you mean you're my father?" My pulse was beating out of control in my neck, and I felt like I was going to fall over.
"As I've said," came his strong, powerful voice, "we will discuss this once I get your mate here with us. He deserves to know this just as much as you." His face had a soft smile on it that did not match his voice.
Satan walked out the room, and so I grabbed Tara and followed. He walked to a huge room that had at least 20 sofas, all in a circle.
"Sit," his voice said dominantly, and my body involuntarily obeyed.
He grabbed a chair from the side of the room and sat it down in front of the couch I was on. He snapped his fingers, and Zac appeared right next to me.
"What the fuck?" Zac cried out, looking around and then seeing me next to him.
"Zacharia, I have some things to discuss with your mate and yourself. I would like the both of you to be silent while I speak, and then the each of you will have a turn." Zac squeezed my hand and nodded his understanding.
"19 years ago, I took one of my many trips to Earth. Usually I go just to mess with some humans or cause a ruckus, but that one time was different. I was walking through the streets of Washington once I smelled this strange smell. It was oddly comforting and so I followed it. I can only describe it as vanilla and chocolate, but who knows. Anyways, I followed the scent to this lady. Once I saw her, my insides felt like they were going to melt."
He paused and looked off into space, and so I closed my eyes and tried to remember what he was talking about from his memories. Once I finally found it, my eyes shot open in terror.
He was talking about my mother. My mother was the Devils mate.
What the fuck do you mean the Devil is your mothers mate??
As I went to reply to him, Satan spoke first.
"Mate? Pshhh. Nah. I don't think so...unless," he again looked off into space.
I looked over at Zac, and his expression matched how I felt.
"Anyways, the attraction I had to this woman was uncanny and unlike any other. So against all the rules that I have as Satan, I courted her. I took her out and we made love...multiple times," a smirk spread across his face and I cringed.
"I wanted more than anything to stay with her, but I had duties as the king of the underworld. So I left her. It was the hardest thing I've had to do in my over four thousand years. But what's done is done..." he looked down to his pants and wiped his palms against the fabric.
"I use to watch her on the screen, and I found out she was pregnant. I mean how could she not have been? But I wasn't thinking about the consequences at the time of my actions. I watched her until the day her child was born, and then I couldn't bare it anymore so I forbid myself from doing it again. But once I had you in the room, I smelt that scent from long ago, vanilla and chocolate, but you also smell of your mate which is like the smell of fabric," he looked up into my eyes and then over to Zac.
"And once I was in your head, I saw your mother, and what she has become. But she was a beautiful woman when I met her...I don't know where she went wrong. But you have her eyes, and you have my... devilishly good looks," he said the last part with a smirk.
"Anyways, what this means for you, having my DNA in your blood, is that you one of the most powerful Demons to every ever have been created. This has never happened before. Zacharia, have you noticed anything odd yet? With her demon?"
Both Satan and my gaze shot over to my mate.
"Um, well her eyes. They are purple with a mix of other colors. I thought maybe it was because she was just turned." Zac looked over to me with an unreadable expression.
"Hmm... we need to get her wings open. We got to see this," with this, Satan stood up and stepped into a separate room. Suddenly, his voice filled my head.
"Attention Hell, please make your way to the tavern, we are welcoming a new member to our family. And we might also have a new President on our hands. Be there in twenty minutes."
I looked over to Zac once the message finished.
"Did you hear that, too?" I whispered.
"Yes," he whispered back. "You are the daughter of Satan. How do you feel about this?"
"I really don't know to be honest. My mom always said my father had died. She was probably too embarrassed to say that he walked out on her..." my eyes zoned out as I thought about my mother.
She was never good to me my entire life. I know the pain I felt when Daniel took me and I was away from Zac, and that's just the physical pain. Emotionally it tears at your heart and you feel like dying rather than going on.
Maybe my mother started taking drugs so she didn't have to feel that pain anymore.
Suddenly my whole perspective changed. My mother didn't take drugs because she didn't care. She took drugs so she could deal with the pain of losing her one true love.
"Delilah?" Zac's voice broke me from my daze.
"Yes?" I asked, confused by the way he was looking at me.
"Let's go get you changed. You don't want to rip your pretty outfit, do you?" He asked with a smile.
I smiled back and shook my head.
"Your father had been so kind as to allow us to stay in the castle with him. He even gave us our own wing. But we need to hurry so we can see your wings! I'm so excited!" Zac had a playful element to his voice, like a kid in a Candy store.
I nodded, cringing when he said 'your father', and carefully picked Tara up from where she was napping on the sofa.
Zac led us down a series of halls and into this super huge room. It was bigger than one of the dormitories in the college.
"Wow," I breathed out.
Zac led us to the middle of the room where a bed the size of three king sizes sat. Our suitcases were at the edge, and Zac dug through one of them and pulled me out matching sweats and a sports bra.
I quickly got dressed and laid Tara down into a crib that was next to the bed. Of course it was bigger than any normal crib, and it has a zipper over the top so Tara wouldn't be able to get out. I zipped it up and ran over to Zac's side, grabbing his hand.
Being next to him instantly calmed some of my nerves. He led us back into the main room with all the sofas, and Satan was standing there in his same outfit, waiting for us.
He gave my outfit a once over and snapped his fingers. I looked down to see the soft, beautiful pink was turned black. He then started to pull his button down off and he tossed it to me once we were close enough.
"We don't need a bunch of horny, thirsty demons looking at your body, now do we?"
My cheeks flashed red and I looked up to Zac who was grinning down at me.
I dropped Zac's hand and pulled the button shirt over my shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned.
"Now," Satan said with a clap of his hands, "who's ready to go see Delilah's wings?"
Zac smiled broadly and tickled my sides. "I sure am!" He said cheerfully.
The devil closed the distance between us and put a hand on one of each of our shoulders.
"Head's down and eyes closed, please."
Me and Zac obeyed, and the silence was replaced by loud voices, whooping and hollering, and I could tell before I opened my r eyes that I would be standing in front of thousands and thousands of demons.
I opened my eyes slowly to find Zac and Satan on the very edge of the humongous stage I was on. I looked up, and the ceiling was hundreds of feet in the air. The walls were even farther apart. The tavern was huge, bigger than any place I've ever been and bigger than any place I could have ever imagined.
"Silence," boomed the King's voice.
And within a fraction of a second, every voice was silenced.
Delilah, at your feet is a serum. You can imagine that it taste like anything in your head, and it will taste that way, but you must drink it all.
I listened closely to the mindlink, but instead of coming from my mate, it was coming from Satan.
I looked to my feet and picked up the glass of liquid. It was clear and the smell was fruity. I imagined that I was drinking water and bottomed the glass.
Remembering the first day that Zac showed me his wings, I removed the button down and placed it on the ground.
But I didn't feel any different. I guess the serum wasn't working on me.
Suddenly I felt my arms and legs begin to shake. A numb sensation was racing down my back, and I couldn't breath.
Close your eyes baby.
I listened to my mate and shut my eyes.
I heard a cracking and then a whooshing noise, and my feet were lifted from the ground.
I heard gasps spread through the room and frantically opened my eyes.
I was floating.