he might whisk her to his bed, her arms and legs tied, her clothing gone, a legion surrounding her.
Several minutes ticked by and there was no response to her summons. But then, she’d known there wouldn’t be. He enjoyed making her wait. Made him feel powerful. She used the time to eye her surroundings. Rather than stone and mortar, the walls of Lucifer’s palace were comprised of flames. Crackling, orange-gold. Deadly.
She hated everything about this place. Plumes of black smoke wafted from the blazes, curling around her like fingers of the damned. So badly she wanted to wave her hand in front of her nose, but she did not. She wouldn’t show weakness--even with so small an action.
Did she dare, she knew she would find herself drowning in the noxious fumes. Lucifer loved nothing more than exploiting vulnerabilities.
Kadence had learned that lesson well. The first time she had visited, she’d come to inform both Hades and Lucifer that she had been appointed their warden. As one who embodied the essence of subjugation and conquest, there was no one better to ensure that demons and dead alike remained here. Or so the gods had thought, which was why they’d chosen her for this task.
She had not agreed, but refusing them would have invited punishment. Many times since accepting, however, she’d thought perhaps punishment would have been better. She spent her days sleeping in a nearby cave--not a true sleep but a watchful one, her mind’s eye drifting over the different demon camps. She spent her nights surveying the wall. Every so often, she had to come to the palace and report an infraction.
How could I not have known what was happening this time?
Had Lucifer blocked her visions? If so, what did he hope to gain?
She’d never felt more helpless.
No, that wasn’t true. During her first visit, Lucifer had sensed her trepidation-- and he’d since ceased every opportunity to nurture it. A fire-coated touch here, a wicked taunt there. She had wilted under his attentions.
That had disappointed the gods. They would have called her home, she was sure, had they not already bound her to the wall, an act that had been meant to help with her duties, not hinder them. But not even the gods had known just how deeply the bond would go. Rather than simply sensing when the wall needed fortification, she’d realized it was her reason for living. Her blood now sang with its essence.
The first time one of the demons had scratched it, she’d felt the sting and had gasped, shocked. Now, it no longer shocked her, though she still felt every contact. When a soul brushed it, her skin felt tickled. When the inferno licked at it, she felt burned.
You can do this. The outcome of this meeting was more important than any that had come before it. You can.
Would the guardian care how much she risked for him?
From outside the palace she could hear the crazed laughter of the demons, the moans of the tortured and the sizzle of flesh pouring from bone. And the smell…it was a hell all its own. It was difficult, remaining stoic amidst such vileness. Especially now. The past few weeks, her body had been draining of strength, little by little, pains shooting through her. Now, at least, she knew why. Bound as she was to this dark underworld, that crack in the outer wall was literally killing her.
The pound of footsteps suddenly echoed and the flames several feet in front of her parted. Finally. In strolled Lucifer, as carefree as a summer day.
“I’ve been waiting for your return,” he said in the silkiest of voices. He even grinned, the expression pure wickedness. “What can I do for you, my darling?”
CHAPTER THREE
Kadence didn’t allow herself to shudder. Lucifer was tall, muscled like a warrior and sensually handsome despite the dark inferno raging in his eyes. But he did not compare to the beast who guarded his domain. The beast whose face was too rough to be considered anything other than savage. The beast whose half-man, half-monster body should have disgusted her but didn’t. Instead, his haunted brown eyes captivated her; his protective nature intrigued her.
She might never have become interested in the guardian, might have assumed he was like every other hated creature here, but then he saved her life. Sadly, even immortal goddesses could be slain--a prospect that had never been clearer as the outer gates had parted to welcome a spirit and a minion slipped free. It should have been afraid of her, should have bowed to her, but had probably sensed her fear and reacted, racing straight for her, hungry for her living flesh.
She’d frozen, but still it had not reached her.
The guardian--what was his name?--had intervened, destroying the fiend with one swipe of his poisoned claw. He hadn’t spoken to her afterward, and she hadn’t spoken to him, her belief that he was like all the other creatures in this underworld shaken but not yet completely broken. She had begun to study him, though. Over time, she’d become fascinated by his complexities.
He was a destroyer, yet he’d saved her. He had nothing, yet he hadn’t asked for anything in exchange.
Did he favor her in return? Sometimes when he looked at her she would swear she saw white-hot flames that had nothing to do with the damned.
Lucifer regarded her silently as he settled atop his throne of swirling, ghostly souls. A bejeweled goblet materialized, already clutched in his hand, and he sipped from it. A drop of crimson slid down the corner of his mouth and trickled onto his stark white shirt.
Revulsion besieged her, but she kept her expression neutral.
“You are disgusted by me but do not show it,” he said with another of those wicked smiles. “Where is the mouse who usually visits? The one who trembles and stumbles over her words? I like her.”
Kadence raised her chin. He could call her all the names he wished, but she wouldn’t comment. “Your walls have been compromised, and a horde of demons fight to escape.”
The prince quickly lost his smile. “You lie. They would not dare.”
His agitation was understandable. Without his legions, he would have no one to rule. “You’re right. Your band of thieves, rapists and murderers would not dare disobey their sovereign.”
His eyes narrowed in a show of anger. Then he gave a casual shrug to counteract the telltale sign. “So they’re compromised. What do you want from me?”
Always he made things difficult. “The guardian. He can help me stop the ones responsible.”
Lucifer snorted. “No. I like him where he is. My last guard fell victim to a demon’s lies and almost allowed a legion to escape. Geryon is impervious to their wiles.”
She barely stopped herself from running her tongue over her teeth. Was this a game he played? He needed the wall repaired as much as she did; his refusal grated. Well, not as much, she mused. Unlike her, he would not die if the wall crumbled. “I am your sovereign,” she said. “You will--”
“You are not my sovereign,” he growled in another display of anger. A deep breath in and out, and he calmed. “You are my…observer. You watch, you advise and you protect, but you do not command.”
Because you are too weak, he did not say. But then, he didn’t have to. They both knew it was true.
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