eyes.
"Oh, shit, Jared. I made him cry!"
She turned to leave but was stopped by arms wrapping around her body. Josef turned her around and shook his head.
"He feels responsible, Bethy." Jared came up behind Josef. "He chose the easy way out of his deal, when he could have fought to bring the whole system down."
Josef lowered his gaze and turned, heading for the window.
"How did you end it? Please, tell me," Elizabeth followed the poor man. He was old, but strong. He was tall, his salt and pepper hair making him only more attractive. She always wondered about his story. He didn't seem like a monk. More like a billionaire CEO.
Josef rested his arm against the window and didn't turn to face her when Jared continued. "The devil tends to want a replacement for the deal. For Josef, it was his most powerful tool. How he earned his living, how he also sinned."
Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at Jared as she placed her hand on Josef's arm, letting him know he could continue.
"His tongue." Jared finished, drawing a huge gasp from Elizabeth as she threw her arms around the man.
"And here I am, acting pathetic about having horny horns," she mumbled against the men's robes.
Josef's hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her head until she could look at him. His gaze penetrated her and she understood.
He believed he deserved it.
"Why?" she whispered.
He just shook his head, gave her a firm nod, and stepped away.
"It's time to go," Jared said from behind her. "Josef is coming. He knows the place and is insisting he remain with us for the rest of our journey.”
The next hour happened in a blur. Before she knew it she was seated next to Jared in a brand new silver Jaguar and turning onto the road, to a town she knew nothing about. What else was new? This was her life. Day to day she ran, laid low, and didn't fully live because of some bullshit deal struck by some sadistic relative. She knew one thing. When she got to hell, and she knew she would, she was punishing every Cromwell male personally.
The smile that crept up her cheeks wasn't sadistic at all.
Chapter Six
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T he heat made him angrier still, building his rage into an apocalyptic event. The hundreds of women, each a concubine serving him for millennia, burst into flame. They eviscerated in seconds. Favorites and the unknown alike, died at his single thought, the power erupting from his fingers. Their ash floated to the hellish winds and sparkled as they fell, forming a carpet at his feet. He curled his fingers, the sharp talons extending outwards as he cursed the blood red sky and screamed at the top of his voice.
“Elizabeth!”
The whole of hell, the nine levels, heard his cry. It reverberated through earth and rock, through the black pits and the burning lakes. Trees dead for millennia waved in the aftershock. Lesser demons fell or lost their skin.
Three months had passed since he’d left her in his room. Of course it had been a vision to her, left in the monks’ home, safe and sound. Some bastard had forged the protection again and his vision was now totally blind to her whereabouts. Angels, he hated them─the good ones, that is.
Black clouds formed above him and a red rain fell. This was God's curse, set in motion at Lucifer’s demise and entry into the forbidden land. All angels banished were to be burnt and scorched, their appearance to be rendered ugly so that if they escaped to the heavenly realms, they would be instantly recognizable.
Asmodeus scorned the God and his son who’d sent him here. He turned to his now true form and went on a killing spree. In the next hour, over a hundred thousand demons died at his rage.
“My lord.”
Asmodeus went on, the voice oblivious to him.
“My lord.”
It took five more calls for him to stop. His chest rose, his heart pumped like a mallet pounding a stone.
“What is it Mammon? It had better be a good reason for disturbing me.”
“I have found the monks, my lord.”
“Are
"Oh, shit, Jared. I made him cry!"
She turned to leave but was stopped by arms wrapping around her body. Josef turned her around and shook his head.
"He feels responsible, Bethy." Jared came up behind Josef. "He chose the easy way out of his deal, when he could have fought to bring the whole system down."
Josef lowered his gaze and turned, heading for the window.
"How did you end it? Please, tell me," Elizabeth followed the poor man. He was old, but strong. He was tall, his salt and pepper hair making him only more attractive. She always wondered about his story. He didn't seem like a monk. More like a billionaire CEO.
Josef rested his arm against the window and didn't turn to face her when Jared continued. "The devil tends to want a replacement for the deal. For Josef, it was his most powerful tool. How he earned his living, how he also sinned."
Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at Jared as she placed her hand on Josef's arm, letting him know he could continue.
"His tongue." Jared finished, drawing a huge gasp from Elizabeth as she threw her arms around the man.
"And here I am, acting pathetic about having horny horns," she mumbled against the men's robes.
Josef's hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her head until she could look at him. His gaze penetrated her and she understood.
He believed he deserved it.
"Why?" she whispered.
He just shook his head, gave her a firm nod, and stepped away.
"It's time to go," Jared said from behind her. "Josef is coming. He knows the place and is insisting he remain with us for the rest of our journey.”
The next hour happened in a blur. Before she knew it she was seated next to Jared in a brand new silver Jaguar and turning onto the road, to a town she knew nothing about. What else was new? This was her life. Day to day she ran, laid low, and didn't fully live because of some bullshit deal struck by some sadistic relative. She knew one thing. When she got to hell, and she knew she would, she was punishing every Cromwell male personally.
The smile that crept up her cheeks wasn't sadistic at all.
Chapter Six
––––––––
T he heat made him angrier still, building his rage into an apocalyptic event. The hundreds of women, each a concubine serving him for millennia, burst into flame. They eviscerated in seconds. Favorites and the unknown alike, died at his single thought, the power erupting from his fingers. Their ash floated to the hellish winds and sparkled as they fell, forming a carpet at his feet. He curled his fingers, the sharp talons extending outwards as he cursed the blood red sky and screamed at the top of his voice.
“Elizabeth!”
The whole of hell, the nine levels, heard his cry. It reverberated through earth and rock, through the black pits and the burning lakes. Trees dead for millennia waved in the aftershock. Lesser demons fell or lost their skin.
Three months had passed since he’d left her in his room. Of course it had been a vision to her, left in the monks’ home, safe and sound. Some bastard had forged the protection again and his vision was now totally blind to her whereabouts. Angels, he hated them─the good ones, that is.
Black clouds formed above him and a red rain fell. This was God's curse, set in motion at Lucifer’s demise and entry into the forbidden land. All angels banished were to be burnt and scorched, their appearance to be rendered ugly so that if they escaped to the heavenly realms, they would be instantly recognizable.
Asmodeus scorned the God and his son who’d sent him here. He turned to his now true form and went on a killing spree. In the next hour, over a hundred thousand demons died at his rage.
“My lord.”
Asmodeus went on, the voice oblivious to him.
“My lord.”
It took five more calls for him to stop. His chest rose, his heart pumped like a mallet pounding a stone.
“What is it Mammon? It had better be a good reason for disturbing me.”
“I have found the monks, my lord.”
“Are
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