Chapter 2

Two

Eamon

“Goodbye for now, Abigail,” I murmur as she gets into the cab. It drives away into the night, and I watch it until it disappears from view. I stroke my horns to distract my idle hands. The urge to go after her is driving me insane.

Our thick, curvy little mortal girl in white found herself in quite the pickle earlier and begged the universe for help. Since the veil is at its thinnest on Halloween night, we got the message instead. And we were more than happy to help her—makes our task easier.

“When did humans get so delicious looking?” Bellinor asks, bumping me with one of his pitch black wings. It’s his silent way of asking if I’m okay.

“I don’t know, but I have the feeling we won’t find out. I heard her pulse when she gave you that number. It’s fake.” Tynan’s black eyes glow green, standing out against his skull face. Thank Hell he put a glamor on for the mortal world.

“Her scent was so strong…so flowery, with a hint of vanilla. I’m sure I can find her,” Bellinor assures us.

I take a deep inhale, and he’s right. Her scent still lingers, rich, like lavender and vanilla. So natural.

“I also touched the cab she got in, so I can track it,” I remind them. “Let’s give her a bit to wind down and go to bed, then the fun can really begin.”

Abigail lies in her bed in her tiny little bedroom, fitfully tossing and turning in her sleep. The space is plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the moonlight streaming through the window. It’s barely big enough to allow us to hide in the far corner, so as to not disturb her slumber. Her silk night dress rides up with her movements, and her blankets bunch at her knees. I can feel her dreams weave convolutedly, crossing over each other and scaring her. She’s already primed and ready for the mayhem we’re about to cause in her life.

“Are you sure she’s the right one?” Tynan asks. “Humans are unpredictable. Some of them aren’t strong enough.”

Without giving it much thought, I let my gut answer. “I know she’s strong enough. Her inner strength was apparent today. She’s sturdy, beautiful. She’ll be able to withstand it. And once we return, we’ll be able to control her.”

“Beautiful is an understatement. She looked so good in white,” Bellinor says dreamily. “I want to cover her face in so much cum it’s as white as her costume dress was.”

“All in good time. First, we have to complete the ritual,” I remind them. “Who wants to do the honors?”

They both look to me, their ringleader, to get things started. Understandable . We’ve tried for hundreds of years to get it right, picking all different types of women when we were able to cross the veil. Witches, sirens, vampires, werewolves, and everything in between. But none of them were strong enough. None of them survived.

But I think this little mortal may be the one who will end our punishment, get our powers back, and finally allow us to cross over to the mortal realm for good.

“I guess I’ll start,” I flatly reply, even though I’m brimming with excitement on the inside. I lift the cloaking spell, hiding us from her view. Tynan sits on the left side of her bed, Bellinor on the right, and me at the bottom.

I pull her blanket down, baring her naked, pale skin to us. She turns to her back, her legs parting slightly to reveal her baby pink panties. I run my hands up her supple flesh, to the apex of her thighs, until I reach her cunt. I rub over the fabric slightly, and her legs fall open. Like they’re welcoming me home. I slide my thumb over the fabric above her clit, back and forth until she starts moaning, her back lifting slightly off the bed.

“Yes,” she exhales before a keening whine escapes her plump lips. “Please.”

“Anything for you, Abigail,” I rasp.

Her body tenses, her limbs going ramrod straight as she wakes from her slumber. Tynan and Bellinor grab her arms and pull them so she’s secured.

Her eyes go wide when she sees me sitting at the foot of her bed, my fingers touching her cunt.

“How…how did you find me?” she breathes, her voice barely higher than a whisper.

“We have our ways,” I half-answer as I slide beneath her panties and dip my finger inside her. She’s wet and warm. Her feminine scent tickles my nose as I crook my finger, eliciting a louder, more desperate noise than before.

“How could we let you go?” Bellinor comments, his wings adjusting slightly on his back.

Tynan stays silent, but his eyes glow as they rake over her body, stopping at the sheer fabric over her breast. Our little mortal is a sight to behold. Her curves are practically begging us to do wicked things to her.

I add another finger and slowly move them, a measured rhythm that drives her insane. Our strong little mortal girl doesn’t fight. She doesn’t scream. She moves with me, panting as she climbs closer and closer to her climax. Tynan slips his fingers past her lips, pressing on her tongue and making her gag. I think he’ll have fun introducing her to his oral fixations.

“You see, the universe connected us tonight for a reason. You’re going to be our gateway to the mortal realm, to regaining our powers—to finally being complete again so we may do what we were created to do,” I explain as she cries out around Tynan’s fingers.

“You’re going to cooperate with us,” Bellinor gently coaxes her, running his fingers through her curly mane of hair. “You won’t fight us. You’ll accept us and bend to our will like a good girl.”

She thrashes against their hold on her as she rides out her orgasm, sinking back down into the bed. I pull my fingers free and pop them in my mouth before joining hands with my chosen brothers. My literal partners in crime.

Her eyes are glazed over as she stares at the ceiling. This is our chance, while she’s lust-drunk and distracted.

“Ruler of Hell, hear our plea. Take this soul as payment for our misdeeds, so we may wreak havoc and chaos in your name,” I chant. Bellinor and Tynan join in, and we invoke His spirit together.

“Ruler of Hell, hear our plea. Take this soul as payment for our misdeeds, so we may wreak havoc and chaos in your name.”

Abigail pops her head off her pillow, scanning the room as we repeat the words that will finally set us free.

“Ruler of Hell, hear our plea. Take this soul as payment for our misdeeds, so we may wreak havoc and chaos in your name.”

The room starts to shake, but we keep going. She’s crying, her body writhing again, but this time in pain as we bind our souls to hers. She’ll have to suffer, if only temporarily. It’s the only way we’ll be able to stay in the mortal realm.

“Ruler of Hell, hear our plea. Take this soul as payment for our misdeeds, so we may wreak havoc and chaos in your name.”

“Stop!” she shrieks. ”STOP IT!”

Our chanting grows louder, stronger. I can feel the magic rising in the air, swirling around us like a tornado. It imbues us, fueling us as we move onto the next phase of the ritual—one we’ve never been able to perform because all of our past offerings weren’t strong enough to make it this far.

I break our hands, pulling a knife out of my pocket and swiftly cutting a shallow X in her skin, over her heart. Our mark of ownership on her that may heal, but the scar will never go away. Her blood pools in the wound, then runs down her breast, onto her abdomen. It’s red and smells so good.

“Ruler of Hell, hear our plea. Take this soul as payment for our misdeeds, so we may wreak havoc and chaos in your name.”

She tries to pull herself free, but it’s no use. I can feel her soul against my own, and the magic that binds them together is almost completely formed. The sheer magical force in the room makes her nose bleed, but we press on. I know she’s strong enough to make it through this. Our magic can’t tear her apart.

“ Ruler of Hell, hear our plea. Take this soul as payment for our misdeeds, so we may wreak havoc and chaos in your name.”

An invisible force blankets the room, but as quickly as it appears, it’s gone, leaving four bound souls behind. We finally did it.

“Eamon, we did it,” Tynan growls. He tests his words by flicking his wrist and lighting the tip of his finger on fire. It lights up the darkened room, illuminating Abigail’s face.

“What are you?” she grits out through tears, her body trembling with fear so thick and potent, I can taste it in the air around us. Her eyes turn into little black pools, completely eclipsing their irises. “What did you do to me?!”

“Demons, my little mortal. Demons who can now stay in the mortal realm for all eternity,” I answer with an unstrained glee in my voice.

“All because you’re our keeper, angel,” Bellinor muses as he twines his fingers deeper into her hair and pulls it tight. She screams, but he ignores it as he revels in her pain. “And we do plan on keeping you…”