heels move aside unconsciously to let Kane pass. He glares coolly at the troll guarding the door, and the big green thing swallows and steps aside.
Inside, darkness enfolds him like hot velvet. The noise swells his lungs, rich bass thudding in his guts. Salty fleshscent pleasures his nose, and he inhales deep. Colored strobes fire like rockets in smoke, gloating over sweating limbs, painted eyes, glitter lips wet with spit, the shiny glint of fangs.
His hunger stirs again, emptiness roiling in his stomach like a snake. So many souls, ripe and bursting like pomegranates with lust, greed, gluttony. All for the taking. Begging him to ravage, rape, swallow, drink their souljuice like blood and lure them gasping home to hell.
Curse the fucking angels. No one here is on their side. It’s too late for them.
Kane’s nails sprout into hungry claws. A long time since he indulged. Willing flesh presses around him, whetting his desire hard. A soulful fairy child with smudged blue skin and a dark fall of wet inky hair blinks at him, desire hypnotic in his rubylashed eyes, and Kane’s limbs shake. Later. Once he’s finished his work. He resists the need to grab the sherbety sugarplum thing and lick the sweat from its skin, whisper its darkest desires in its ear, and savor its surrender in a bloody kiss.
Instead he blinks, and a wave of hellblack compulsion splits the air, spreading the crowd apart like a spellwarped ocean.
He stalks up to the bar, his mouth watering over sharpening teeth. His fingers smear charcoal on the glowing white glass, and the bargirl with the glitterpink ponytail glances at his sparking blond hair and reaches behind her to tug the scarred boy’s vest.
Rainbow turns, and his oceanblue gaze falters. He swallows and walks up, wriggling his shoulders, no doubt in nervous memory of the day Kane chewed his wings to bleeding shreds. The scars are still there, raw across his back like burns.
Some angels chose to surrender rather than vanish into the void. Like Rainbow, who begged Kane to eat his soul, that last beautiful day when the city fell. For now, Kane lets Rainbow stay. He did promise, after all. Sometimes that’s worth something.
Kane flashes a ravenous grin. Rainbow’s skin still stinks like flowers after all these years, though the smell’s faded. “Bring me Shadow.”
Rainbow laughs, sunflower hair jittering with nerves. “He doesn’t talk to me anymore, you know th—”
“And don’t give me crap about meeting him halfway. He comes here.”
“He doesn’t like it h—”
Kane leans forward, and above the bar, glasses shatter. “I want Shadow. Bring him to me.”
Rainbow’s perfect face pales, and a tiny trickle of blood leaks from his nose. He fumbles for a cloth to clean the bar. “Okay. I’ll do what I can. Don’t break anything else.”
The scent of rich angel blood waters Kane’s mouth. He licks parched lips. “Get me a vodka and lime while you’re at it.”
“Make that on me.” Low purring voice, female. Charcoal. Burnt hair. Ash. Demon.
Irritation sandpapers his skin. His nails blush scarlet, and he tinkles broken glass from his hair, tense. “Don’t even talk to me, minion.”
Delilah smiles and stretches lithe brown arms, jewels dripping yellow and blue from delicate wrists. Pale silk shimmers over her bronzed body, mirroring the sparkles in her champagne glass, the split in her dress sliding up one dusky thigh. Her sultry green gaze drapes over him, inviting. “Oh, come on, Kane. We can at least be civil to each other.”
His mouth sours. She dares to align with his enemies, that cringing DiLuca clan. She’s wasting her time. He’s almost finished them off.
But Delilah’s persistent. Last time, she even tried to seduce him. Pathetic little temptress, desperate to make her mark in the demon court. Just another wriggling worm who thinks she can challenge his rule. He should crush her skin under his nails, make her whimper, sweat, beg. But . . . she does
Inside, darkness enfolds him like hot velvet. The noise swells his lungs, rich bass thudding in his guts. Salty fleshscent pleasures his nose, and he inhales deep. Colored strobes fire like rockets in smoke, gloating over sweating limbs, painted eyes, glitter lips wet with spit, the shiny glint of fangs.
His hunger stirs again, emptiness roiling in his stomach like a snake. So many souls, ripe and bursting like pomegranates with lust, greed, gluttony. All for the taking. Begging him to ravage, rape, swallow, drink their souljuice like blood and lure them gasping home to hell.
Curse the fucking angels. No one here is on their side. It’s too late for them.
Kane’s nails sprout into hungry claws. A long time since he indulged. Willing flesh presses around him, whetting his desire hard. A soulful fairy child with smudged blue skin and a dark fall of wet inky hair blinks at him, desire hypnotic in his rubylashed eyes, and Kane’s limbs shake. Later. Once he’s finished his work. He resists the need to grab the sherbety sugarplum thing and lick the sweat from its skin, whisper its darkest desires in its ear, and savor its surrender in a bloody kiss.
Instead he blinks, and a wave of hellblack compulsion splits the air, spreading the crowd apart like a spellwarped ocean.
He stalks up to the bar, his mouth watering over sharpening teeth. His fingers smear charcoal on the glowing white glass, and the bargirl with the glitterpink ponytail glances at his sparking blond hair and reaches behind her to tug the scarred boy’s vest.
Rainbow turns, and his oceanblue gaze falters. He swallows and walks up, wriggling his shoulders, no doubt in nervous memory of the day Kane chewed his wings to bleeding shreds. The scars are still there, raw across his back like burns.
Some angels chose to surrender rather than vanish into the void. Like Rainbow, who begged Kane to eat his soul, that last beautiful day when the city fell. For now, Kane lets Rainbow stay. He did promise, after all. Sometimes that’s worth something.
Kane flashes a ravenous grin. Rainbow’s skin still stinks like flowers after all these years, though the smell’s faded. “Bring me Shadow.”
Rainbow laughs, sunflower hair jittering with nerves. “He doesn’t talk to me anymore, you know th—”
“And don’t give me crap about meeting him halfway. He comes here.”
“He doesn’t like it h—”
Kane leans forward, and above the bar, glasses shatter. “I want Shadow. Bring him to me.”
Rainbow’s perfect face pales, and a tiny trickle of blood leaks from his nose. He fumbles for a cloth to clean the bar. “Okay. I’ll do what I can. Don’t break anything else.”
The scent of rich angel blood waters Kane’s mouth. He licks parched lips. “Get me a vodka and lime while you’re at it.”
“Make that on me.” Low purring voice, female. Charcoal. Burnt hair. Ash. Demon.
Irritation sandpapers his skin. His nails blush scarlet, and he tinkles broken glass from his hair, tense. “Don’t even talk to me, minion.”
Delilah smiles and stretches lithe brown arms, jewels dripping yellow and blue from delicate wrists. Pale silk shimmers over her bronzed body, mirroring the sparkles in her champagne glass, the split in her dress sliding up one dusky thigh. Her sultry green gaze drapes over him, inviting. “Oh, come on, Kane. We can at least be civil to each other.”
His mouth sours. She dares to align with his enemies, that cringing DiLuca clan. She’s wasting her time. He’s almost finished them off.
But Delilah’s persistent. Last time, she even tried to seduce him. Pathetic little temptress, desperate to make her mark in the demon court. Just another wriggling worm who thinks she can challenge his rule. He should crush her skin under his nails, make her whimper, sweat, beg. But . . . she does
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