35. Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

Rayven

It’s not him, it’s not him, it’s not him.

I repeated those words to myself, over and over. They were the only anchor I had to remind myself that the horrifying rape unfolding before me wasn’t being committed by Belial.

One last, pathetic little “please” left me before I clammed up. Trying to appeal to any sense of mercy wasn’t doing good, not with this demon. He didn’t have a merciful bone in his body. Besides, I was pretty sure begging him to stop only encouraged him.

The monster was getting off on my and Catherine’s pain.

I hated that this was what I’d asked for. I’d practically begged him not to let Mammon eat me.

It’s not like I could have known this was what he would do.

I never expected this.

How fucked was it that I almost wished I was back in the cauldron, boiling among the vegetables?

That wouldn’t have saved Catherine’s soul, though. Belphegor would still have her. He’d still be doing this to her even if I wasn’t here.

When I opened my eyes again, Belial’s wolfish gaze clamped on me, watching my reaction as he fucked the soul beneath him.

My head pounded with panic, and my pulse roared in my ears. I couldn’t move or think or breathe as he dipped lower, eyes still locked with mine as he pressed his mouth to Catherine’s.

I opened my mouth, this time a scream ripping out, the noise unrecognizable. “You’re a fucking monster!” My brain had short-circuited, and they were the only words I could manage.

“And we know how you feel about monster cock,” Belial said, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Don’t worry. Your living cunt is next. Now, be a good girl and watch as I fuck her cunt and fill it with as much demon cum as she can handle.”

The minutes crawled by, the never-ending repetition of flesh slapping against flesh dragging on for what felt like forever. Belphegor’s disgusting grunts and groans drowned out Catherine’s broken sobs, and his dirty talk in Belial’s voice had me sick to my stomach.

My heart was breaking, and there was nothing I could do to escape the agony.

I was in my own personal hell.

If I closed my eyes, Belphegor only moaned and groaned louder, making it impossible to tune out what was happening. I couldn’t even fucking disassociate long, because he’d call my name in Belial’s voice, ripping me from whatever whisper of a daydream I’d been trying to cling to.

I was helpless. Hopeless. I felt more alone than ever.

And I couldn’t even bring myself to miss Belial, what with Belphegor doing his damndest to completely decimate the positive feelings I’d managed to build for the Lord of Limbo after his betrayal.

“Look at me, mortal,” Belial’s voice purred. The sound wriggled beneath my skin and burned through me like acid. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to obey a single order from Belphegor, but his next words flipped a switch inside me. “Please, look at me, little human.”

My body reacted to the soft plea without my permission, and I opened my eyes to see Belial’s face tense with his climax. His brows furrowed, his mouth dropping into a familiar O as a stuttered moan escaped them. My knees gave out, pain lancing my wrists like a hot knife where the manacles held me up.

“Fuck you!” I screamed.

It’s not him, it’s not him, it’s not him.

I reminded myself again as tears spilled down my cheeks, but the words no longer brought me any comfort. After watching him fuck Catherine’s soul for so long and hearing his voice over and over, it felt too real. The agony, the jealousy, the despair. They were all real.

When he pulled out of her, Catherine didn’t move, her eyes swollen shut from crying, her body scratched and bruised from his abuse.

Finally , I thought with an exhale of relief. It’s over.

He’d probably do it again, maybe more than once, but at least for now, the worst was over.

“Now, get the fuck away from her,” I growled.

With an evil smirk, Belphegor moved to undo her wrists, shoving her off the bed in a swift motion once she was free. His antler charms swayed and clinked together, a sound I’d come to love. Now, it just made me want to shrink in on myself.

Catherine hit the floor with a thud, her hair falling in front of her face like a mourning veil. I waited for her to move, but she didn’t.

My stomach sank as Belphegor got to his feet, turning in my direction to stare at me from the middle of the room. His cock was already thickening again, like the rage in my eyes had suddenly skyrocketed his libido. He licked his lips, and fear vibrated up my spine.

“Don’t look so relieved, mortal,” he mused, pacing closer to me. My eyes remained locked on him, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew his next words before he said them. “We’re only just getting started. It’s your turn now.”

I tasted bile.

He stopped in front of me, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it a few times. It was hard again in a few seconds.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I gritted out, fully prepared to fight if he took off my wrist restraints.

I didn’t have a weapon, but I had nails. I’d claw at every part of him, bite him. If he put his cock in my mouth, that would be the second appendage I’d bite off in the last several hours.

“Oh, I’m going to touch you,” Belial’s voice purred, making me shudder. “And you’re going to like it. I know you love to be fucked by your precious Lord of Bones. Who wouldn’t?”

He reached up and undid one of the restraints around my wrist.

“And I’ve been dying to feel that warm cunt—”

I swung as soon as my arm was free, but he expected it, catching my wrist in a swift motion and pinning it down by my side. He leaned in closer, close enough for his warm breath to roll over me, and smiled maliciously. “Feisty little mortal. Don’t lose that fire, because I’m going to do my best to extinguish it.”

He undid my other wrist, grabbing my arm before I could attack him, and dragged me away from the St. Andrew’s cross. I kicked at him, legs flailing, jerking violently against his hold, doing everything I could to get away.

I couldn’t get in that bed. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to fight him off.

He’d do exactly what he did to Catherine to me.

My stomach knotted painfully.

“Let. Me. Go.”

Belphegor turned and grabbed me around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder with ease and marching toward the bed. I clawed at his muscular back, punching and hitting him until he flipped me onto the mattress. I bounced violently, the mountain of pillows and blankets covering me.

I flailed, trying to clear a path to escape, but the bed dipped with a new weight, and Belphegor swatted the pillows away as he climbed on top of me.

His meaty thighs pinned me in place while he restrained my wrists again. I kicked, thrashed, and fought with every ounce of energy I had left, but it wasn’t enough. I felt so weak, sapped of all my strength.

Fighting seemed hopeless, and Belphegor’s evil look urged me to surrender. “Stop fighting me. Give in.”

No, that wasn’t right. The real Belial wanted me to fight; he admired it when I fought back.

He’d want me to keep fighting now.

I screamed as he leaned down, his face so close to mine, I could feel the warmth of his breath roll over my skin. His perfume-soaked scent stuffed its way down my throat, choking me. He might have looked just like my demon lover, but he was a vile monster.

I spat in Belphegor’s face, a pitiful gob since my mouth was so dry, but it made contact with his eye. He sat back, the bronze charms on his antlers clinking together. He looked thoroughly unamused.

It was another hairline crack in the illusion. Belial loved it when I spit on him.

“Don’t act so ungrateful,” he said, dragging one of his fingers along my jawline before dipping it lower, tracing over the hollow of my throat. “You enjoyed watching Belial fuck that pathetic mortal soul. I bet you’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

“No!” I yelled as he slid lower, ripping my thighs apart with his meaty hands. A wicked smile curled his lips.

“What a pretty pussy.” This time, his voice came out more like his own than Belial’s. “When I fuck Belial later, maybe I’ll borrow this. I’m sure he’d enjoy a familiar flesh sleeve when he’s fucking me.”

I growled, thrashing and trying to wriggle away from him, but he remained firmly planted between my legs. With a smirk and a flick of his wrist, he produced a glinting silver blade—Catherine’s dagger—and placed the point of it between my tits, just hard enough to pierce the skin.

“Stop fighting, or I’ll run this through your heart and fuck your corpse.” The humor in his voice, coupled with the evil glint in his gray eyes, turned my blood to ice.

I didn’t move as he dragged the blade tip down my stomach and tapped it teasingly against my mound, making my heart jump into my throat. For a moment, I thought he might take the blade to my labia, but he swiftly flipped the dagger around and pressed the hilt against my entrance.

“Maybe I should stuff you full of something else first,” he missed, pressing the cold metal against me until it slipped inside.

I screamed, kicking and writhing, trying to get away but afraid to be sliced up by the blade. My scream grew louder as the hilt sank deeper inside me, the edges of my vision darkening before I squeezed my eyes closed.

A sound like an explosion made my eyes fly open, and I frantically searched the cavern around us for the source of the noise. The dagger handle slipped out of me, and Belphegor froze.

“What the fuck?” he asked, obviously caught off guard.

That made two of us.

Something deep in the stone sounded like it was erupting, the rocks cracking and crumbling.

My pulse detonated as thunderous booms followed, and I could only imagine what the hell was about to burst into the room to see me in all my glory, splayed and naked, shackled to the bed.

Then, it occurred to me…

“Belial!” I screamed, my voice hoarse as hope soared high in my chest.

A second later, a door flew off its hinges, tumbling through the room and crashing into a table covered in glittering trinkets. They shattered, raining and tinkling to the ground as the Lord of Bones appeared in the cavern. His oar, stacked with all the heads of his brothers—a few new ones having been added to the collection—was clutched in one hand.

The God of Death was a terrifying visage of vengeance and wrath.

“Belial…” I whispered his name like a prayer on the lips of a priest. Relief flooded me, so intense that a fresh wave of tears washed down my face and a sob cracked my chest.

He'd come for me.

Just like he promised, he'd literally fought through hell to get to me.

He was here, and I was finally, finally safe.

The blue flames in his eye sockets burned bright, swinging left to right as he took in the scene before him. His line of sight snapped from Catherine's form on the ground to Belphegor kneeling between my thighs and then finally landed on me.

Time seemed to stop as he took in the scene of me naked and chained to the bed with Belphegor on top of me. The violence and anguish rolling off him in powerful waves chilled me down to my core. An unholy growl escaped him, making the entire cavern quake and the glittery crystal dust rain down on us.

“You have to be the most moronic demon in history to kidnap and rape my queen. Unlike our brothers, I think I’ll raise your body back from the dead once I destroy you.”

Belphegor’s face, which still bore the likeness of Belial’s lesser form, lit up. “Oh? Will the Lord of Limbo use my corpse as he pleases as punishment for my transgressions?”

“I’d rather cut off my own dick than touch you, Belphegor. Your corpse will be at the mercy of my queen. Your maggot-infested carcass will serve as a reminder of what happens to those who fuck with the Lord of Bones and his Queen of Carrion.”