she staggered back, feeling drained. “I need to see Nemmy.”
“What.” The word exploded out of Dom, Samael, and Jason’s mouths at the same time. She knew they couldn’t stand the angel who was on the verge of falling, but they didn’t have a choice. Nemmy had come to her with one purpose, and she was about to make his wildest dreams come true. But not yet. First, she needed them to go through the change, and she needed more souls.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “But soon. First, we do the change.” She took in the five men before her. “Tonight.”
* * * *
The adrenaline pumping through Dominic had his demon roaring through his body like a monster. He felt positively giddy at the up-and-coming change, and he couldn’t control his excitement. Nothing felt more right than what he was about to go through. He couldn’t get over the feeling that this was supposed to happen.
“You’re first, Dom.” Marcella stood in a pair of lace panties, surrounded by a ring of candles. Her breasts rose and fell as she whispered words into the darkness around them. The gold lettering inside of her skin seemed to know what was about to happen. It rippled throughout her body as if it were breathing. He watched, fascinated as he made his way to the center of the circle. The other four men stood just outside the barrier, spread out.
Marcella pointed to the ground and he took his place lying across the center. The cold, cement floor of their new room felt like ice against his naked skin. Lavender began to fill the air, so thick it made breathing almost impossible. Dominic looked up into her glowing eyes. Words flowed from her mouth that sounded altogether like another language. An old one.
Slowly, she lowered and crouched down beside him. The length of her hands looked tiny hovering above his chest. This change was so different than Jason’s. At first they’d both thought that she was changing him into a vampire, so she proceeded to bite his human form and feed him her blood. It hadn’t turned out that way at all. Jason had been tortured inside himself for hours while his collector took over. There were no chants involved with him at all. But now…this was the most hard-core ritual he’d seen her do yet. Usually when she took souls she used the candle and lavender, but never circles. It was a bit scary, if he wanted to be truthful with himself.
Words projected outwardly into the darkness and as Marcella began to read them, he felt the air around them pick up and begin to swirl. Her hair blew out wildly around her body, and the candles flickered, leaving her glowing eyes the source of most of the light.
“I denounce your evil. From hence forth you will become mine.” Her hands reached for the ceiling, and an illumination began to surface far above them. Dominic felt his eyes widen. “From dark to light to in between, I am your creator. Take my blood and become one with me. Feel my love. My pain.” Words continued to pour from her mouth, but Dominic became so fixated on the spinning glow above him that everything else faded.
Pain raced down his chest. Dominic looked down to see Marcella’s tongue slide against the cut. The diamonds from her dagger sparkled in the candlelight, and he watched as she sliced open her forearm. “Do you accept the proposal to become my collector forever, until I’m no longer living?”
“Yes.” The word poured from his mouth with all the commitment he felt.
“Good. Now, drink.” Marcella pushed her wound against his mouth, and he sucked her into his body like there was no tomorrow. Fire engulfed his insides, and it was pure power. The voice to pull back screamed into his mind, but Dominic wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was trapped with greed to take in more of her strength.
Like fingers, pressure crawled its way throughout his chest and stomach. Dominic’s body thrashed, and flashes of Jason’s human form going through the same thing came to him. Marcella jumped to her
“What.” The word exploded out of Dom, Samael, and Jason’s mouths at the same time. She knew they couldn’t stand the angel who was on the verge of falling, but they didn’t have a choice. Nemmy had come to her with one purpose, and she was about to make his wildest dreams come true. But not yet. First, she needed them to go through the change, and she needed more souls.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “But soon. First, we do the change.” She took in the five men before her. “Tonight.”
* * * *
The adrenaline pumping through Dominic had his demon roaring through his body like a monster. He felt positively giddy at the up-and-coming change, and he couldn’t control his excitement. Nothing felt more right than what he was about to go through. He couldn’t get over the feeling that this was supposed to happen.
“You’re first, Dom.” Marcella stood in a pair of lace panties, surrounded by a ring of candles. Her breasts rose and fell as she whispered words into the darkness around them. The gold lettering inside of her skin seemed to know what was about to happen. It rippled throughout her body as if it were breathing. He watched, fascinated as he made his way to the center of the circle. The other four men stood just outside the barrier, spread out.
Marcella pointed to the ground and he took his place lying across the center. The cold, cement floor of their new room felt like ice against his naked skin. Lavender began to fill the air, so thick it made breathing almost impossible. Dominic looked up into her glowing eyes. Words flowed from her mouth that sounded altogether like another language. An old one.
Slowly, she lowered and crouched down beside him. The length of her hands looked tiny hovering above his chest. This change was so different than Jason’s. At first they’d both thought that she was changing him into a vampire, so she proceeded to bite his human form and feed him her blood. It hadn’t turned out that way at all. Jason had been tortured inside himself for hours while his collector took over. There were no chants involved with him at all. But now…this was the most hard-core ritual he’d seen her do yet. Usually when she took souls she used the candle and lavender, but never circles. It was a bit scary, if he wanted to be truthful with himself.
Words projected outwardly into the darkness and as Marcella began to read them, he felt the air around them pick up and begin to swirl. Her hair blew out wildly around her body, and the candles flickered, leaving her glowing eyes the source of most of the light.
“I denounce your evil. From hence forth you will become mine.” Her hands reached for the ceiling, and an illumination began to surface far above them. Dominic felt his eyes widen. “From dark to light to in between, I am your creator. Take my blood and become one with me. Feel my love. My pain.” Words continued to pour from her mouth, but Dominic became so fixated on the spinning glow above him that everything else faded.
Pain raced down his chest. Dominic looked down to see Marcella’s tongue slide against the cut. The diamonds from her dagger sparkled in the candlelight, and he watched as she sliced open her forearm. “Do you accept the proposal to become my collector forever, until I’m no longer living?”
“Yes.” The word poured from his mouth with all the commitment he felt.
“Good. Now, drink.” Marcella pushed her wound against his mouth, and he sucked her into his body like there was no tomorrow. Fire engulfed his insides, and it was pure power. The voice to pull back screamed into his mind, but Dominic wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was trapped with greed to take in more of her strength.
Like fingers, pressure crawled its way throughout his chest and stomach. Dominic’s body thrashed, and flashes of Jason’s human form going through the same thing came to him. Marcella jumped to her
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