27. Bree

One of Rellick's friends from the daycare asked if Rellick could sleep over. I said sure because it"s been a chaotic week and maybe a break would be nice, but now I have nothing to do on a Friday. My whole life revolves around my son. I'm pathetic.

Once Satan and I realized we could talk to each other from different realms, he hasn"t let me have a moment"s peace.

Come to me. I'll give you something to do.

His voice in my head makes me shiver in anticipation. After Sunday, my body has just started to recover. The handprint from Mammon is mostly gone, just a small quarter sized bruise is left in the middle of my neck. My back looks like I got a tramp-stamp tattoo of an upside-down pentagram the size of my palm. It doesn't hurt anymore unless I think of it, then I can feel faint phantom pains from when Wrath branded me.

He branded me and yet I smile about it every time I think about it. Why didn't the others brand me? I would be able to talk with them and we could have massive group chats! Was Satan the only one who really wanted me?

You know what? No. Fuck this. I needed girls" opinions. It's a Friday night! I will not be stuck in my home and if my Devil really wants me, he'll come find me. He wanted to call me a brat, so I'll show him one.

Opening my closet, I look for an outfit that I would feel sexy in. I have way too many black clothes. I guess my emo phase never ended. Pulling on some ripped black high-waisted jeans that hug my butt and suck in my stomach, I stand in front of my mirror looking at my body. The bruise on my stomach from that first night with Sloth is still there. It hasn't faded in the two weeks since it happened.

God, has it really only been two weeks?

I've had more sex in two weeks than I've had since I got pregnant for Rellick. Does it even count if it's with demons? Jesus, I sound like a lunatic.

Grabbing a black flowy tank top with chains for accents, I put it on and immediately I feel like a bad bitch. The chains just give off ‘boss vibes' and boost my confidence.

Satan's voice rings out in my head.

You want me to open a portal to you, Sin?

No, thank you. I'm going out tonight.

With whom?

I don't know. I'll probably call Josie.

He hums in response.

We should make it a girls' night. I'll summon Daemera, too!

That got a reaction.

Absolutely not, Brianna!

I stop intentionally replying. Let him stew on that for a minute.

The paper Daemera gave me is on my nightstand. What did she say to do? I place my hand on top of the now dried symbol. "Dae. Come to me."

A bright light begins to shine in the middle of my room and two beings step through. One is Daemera, her black hair in braids down her back against her pure white skin. The other is a male, her complete opposite. His skin is black as night, yet his white hair is in a braided bun. He's absolutely gorgeous with his lean physique. His smile screams ‘come hither.'The sight of them together is overwhelming. They could pass for human if their coloring wasn't so pure.

"Hey, girl! You called me!" She runs to me and gives me a hug. This was nothing like our first encounter. Daemera is sweet and bubbly now. She must see the other demon in the mirror behind me because her bubbly personality dies. "Why are you here?" She turns abruptly and crosses her arms over her voluptuous chest.

The demon matches her position. "I was summoned, just like you."

Daemera turns back to me. "You said my name and ‘come to me' right?"

"Well…. I said ‘Dae'." I find myself matching their positions. "You weren"t specific! I shortened your name! How was I supposed to know another person would come through?"

Daemera growls as the male laughs. "Bree, this is my twin, Daemonik," she says reluctantly. "Niki, this is Bree." Daemonik steps forward, holding out his hand. I move to take it for a handshake, but he brings my hand to his mouth. "Satan's mate," Daemera adds at the last second.

Daemonik drops my hand like it"s on fire. "Oh no! No!" He starts to pace back and forth in front of my bed. "I"m dead. He'll kill me; he"ll make me fight him in the arena! No one has ever beaten him in the arena! I"m dead!"

"As you can tell, he"s also dramatic." Daemera sits back on my bed as her twin pouts on the floor. "So, what"s up?" She takes in my full attire and her face lights up. "You look sexy as Hell! What are we doing?"

I can"t help the blush I know is spreading across my cheeks. "I figured we could have a girl's night. I was going to call my friend Josie, too. Maybe go to Bourbon Street?"

"Yes! Let"s do it!" She jumps up, clapping her hands. Daemera spins dramatically, her skin turning to a pinker hue. It's all that's needed for her to look human. "Are you doing makeup? You really don"t need it. Maybe some mascara and a nice red lip? And what about your hair?" She grabs my shoulders and maneuvers me to sit in front of my bed, facing the wall. "Maybe some pretty braids to show off your face but still look amazing." Sitting behind me, she starts to brush my hair and then with quick fingers, she braids it.

"Thank you for doing this. It"s been a while since I"ve had any female friends." It"s my fault I don't have female friends, but I won"t get into that with her just yet.

"Of course, girl! I love doing stuff like this! If we could be on Earth all the time, I would definitely be a cosmetologist. I love hair and makeup. Empowering other females! All the succubae in Hell are bitches. Always feeling like they have to compete. Honestly, the only reason I put up with males is because I need sperm to survive."

"So, you"re attracted to women?"

"Duh. What"s not attractive about females? Other than a shitty attitude." She lifts up from the bed to sit in front of me. A mascara wand appears in her hand. "Look up." I follow her directions. "Sometimes I hate being a succubus. Males expect things from me because of my race. Females judge me for my looks." The mascara wand changes to a red lip gloss. "Open." She dabs the gloss across my lips. "You"re the only being that"s ever asked what I wanted."

Daemonik gives an affronted sigh, bringing our attention back to him. "The fuck am I?"

Daemera rolls her eyes. "An idiot," she mumbles.

I let out a chuckle that"s quickly turned to a muffled scream when a red portal opens in the middle of my room and my devil steps through.

The moronic incubus steps in front of Satan to plead his case. "I am terribly sorry, King Wrath. I had no idea she would summon me, nor did I know she was your mate. I would have never accepted the summons otherwise. You are more than welcome to send me home. I will gladly go back to Hell."

His eyes shift to me, an eyebrow raised before his voice speaks in my mind.

I told you not to summon any demons.

You came for me? I thought you only left Hell on Halloween and Christmas.

I do a lot of things out of the normal for you, Milady.

I can feel the blush starting to creep over my skin and Satan's devilish smirk confirms it. "I should bring you home with me so I can punish you for disobeying me." Satan blatantly ignores Daemonik who can't tell if he's grateful or hurt.

"I would like to go out tonight. It's my first night in a while without Rellick."

Satan lets out a huff of laughter, his attention finally moving to Daemonik. "Are you female, incubus?"

"Daemonik, sir." He holds out his hand for Satan, who takes it. "Not female."

Wrath squeezes his hand until Daemonik whimpers. "I'm aware. However, I'm allowing you to go on the basis that you protect my Lady. If she comes to any harm, I am holding you responsible." Satan gives one last squeeze, and I thought I heard a crack. "Am I clear?"

He holds his hand to his chest once Satan let go, cradling it against him. "Yes, sir."

You are so sexy when you play dominant.

Play? You want me to play dominant with you, Babygirl?

I keep my mind closed off, not answering him. He holds my eyes in a stare-off for a few moments before smirking. I know my attitude just gave me a punishment. "Very well. Have fun. Be safe." He turns back to the portal that never closed behind him, moving to step through.

Um! No kiss?

He pauses in his exit but doesn't turn around.

I kiss you; I take you with me.

"Bye, Devil!" His laugh is all I hear as the portal closes behind him. I turn back to the twins. "So, are you ready to party?" Daemera screams her excitement while Daemonik just nods, completely serious now that Satan has given him a job. "Actually, Daemonik. You look way too…. Otherworldly. Are you able to change your appearance as well?" He scoffs, sounding put out, but his skin morphs into a dark brown rather than a pitch black. He looks like a human now. "Thank you. Let's roll."

I put on my wedges and grabbed some cash and my ID, shoving them in my bra. I text Josie the plan and tell her to meet us if she can, then secure my phone in my back pocket. Moving to the front door to leave, I pause at Daemera's voice. "Where are you going?"

"What do you mean? I'm going get in my car to drive to Bourbon."

"Oh no, girl. Give me your hand." Curious, I do as I'm told and in the blink of an eye we are in a public restroom. "Why drive when I can flash us wherever we want to go?"

"Where exactly are we?" I've never seen this restroom before, not that that's surprising. The last time I went out to Bourbon was a year ago and I only made it to Hard Rock Café and some back patio with a mechanical bull. I've lived in New Orleans for almost five years, and I barely know my way around.

Daemera looks into the mirror and checks her appearance. "This is ‘New Moon'. It's a supernatural club on Bourbon. Caters to all beings; shifters, demons, ghouls, vamps, basically anything you can think of. And because New Orleans is below sea level, probably ocean creatures, too."

I"ve spent the past month with the Seven Deadly Sins, and it never occurred to me that there would be other creatures… And I feel like even more of an idiot because… didn"t Envy take me to a supernatural restaurant? I can"t wait to get out there now to see what this world looks like.

I shoot Josie a text with our location before stepping out of the bathroom, we enter the club and I"m a little disappointed. It looks like a normal club, with a crowded bar and dance floor. "What makes this a supernatural club? Looks like a normal club to me."

Daemonik steps in front of us, cutting us off from the crowd. "You shouldn't have left without me."

"Oh. Hop off it. You know everywhere I go." Daemera steps in front of me, blocking her brother's view of me. "It"s the aura of the place. It just feels otherworldly. And the drinks are much more potent." She grabs my hand, pulling me toward the dance floor while pushing Daemonik out of the way. "Let"s dance!"

The succubus starts a sultry dance in the middle of the floor, and I match her movements. I block out the world around me as we dance until her laugh brings my awareness back. "What"s funny?"

"Look around us. What do you see?" I take in everything around me, but I don't notice anything unusual, so I shrug my shoulders. She rolls her eyes. "All the males want to come over here, but they can sense that you're off-limits."

"If you need me to dance with someone else, I can." I look back at Daemera to see that all of her attention is on the door and the woman that just walked through it. She stands in awe of Josie, who's waving at us while walking our way. She's in a gorgeous gold sequined mini dress, her rainbow hair in perfect curls.

Her arms are wide open as she embraces me in a tight hug. "Hey girl! Thanks for asking me to come out!" She takes in Daemera with a smirk. "Who's your friend?"

"Josie, this is-"

The succubus holds out her hand, cutting off my words. "Mera. And may I just say how ravishing you are?" Josie takes her hand, and both of their eyes widen, their pupils flashing white.

They stare at each other for a moment before Josie turns to me, a wide smile covering her entire face. "Wow," she mouths. She turns back to Daemera. "Let me buy you a drink?"

"Definitely!" Josie turns, holding Daemera's hand over her shoulder as they walk to the bar.

I look around at all the guys around me, searching for someone to dance with, but they all avoid my gaze. Instead of searching for a partner, I look for Daemonik instead. He's a few feet away, dancing with a woman. He's probably looking for a woman to feed off of. I can't take that from him.

I decided to just wait by the wall until the girls came back. Daemonik stops me halfway there. "Where are you going?"

"Oh. Josie and Daemera are at the bar. None of the males want to dance with me because they can sense Satan's brand, so I figured I'd just wait by the wall."

"That's not why no one is dancing with you." My head cocks to the side in confusion. "Don't look now but there's a Sin in VIP that's marked you off limits." My eyes automatically look towards the second-floor balcony, but they are stopped by Daemonik's hand on my jaw. "I said don't look, Mistress."

"Mistress?"

He pulls me to the middle of the dance floor and places his hands on my hips. "Dance." As an incubus, I should have expected Daemonik's every movement to be sexual. The way he dances is so fluid and graceful, and I find it easy to match his movements as he's doing all the work. "I called you ‘mistress' because you belong to Satan. ‘Devil's Mistress?'"

A snort leaves my body against my will. "Funny." I didn't mean for my answer to be sarcastic. "Hey, so Daemera introduced herself as just ‘Mera'. I never thought to ask you what y'all wanted to be called. That must make me sound horrible."

"Girl, chill. I go by Nik, and she goes by Mera. We're twins and we've always been compared to each other. Even our names are meant to be the same. It's nice to just be me and different from her."

I place my arms around his neck, moving us closer as we dance. "I would have killed for a sibling. I was an only child raised by my grandparents. Sure, I had friends, but to have a sibling? To have a family? You have no idea how lucky you are to have another half of yourself that you can always count on." I place my head on his chest for a moment before looking back into his black eyes. "Rellick is all I have now, besides Satan."

One of his hands move from my hip and cup my cheek. "This is going to get me into so much shit, but you have a lot more than Satan."

"What do you mean?" Does he mean the other Sins? I know they're all working together to make me commit sins, but Satan is the only one who wanted me for me. Sloth, Gluttony, and Mammon definitely had the opportunity to brand me if they wanted.

Or is he hitting on me? Would I want him to I already have a lot going on.

Before he could answer me, Nik was flying across the room. And in his place stood Envy, his eyes neon green with rage. "Why the fuck was he touching you when I explicitly made it known that you are off fucking limits?"

Excuse me?! He did what?

Leviathan stands in front of me, with his hand wrapping around my jaw, forcing me to make eye contact. "If you're going to be here with anyone, it will be with me."