Redemption: Ch.6 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Ch.6

... standing on the surface of Megdoluc…standing before Angel. He’d just run Devon through with Lucifer’s sword. He’d thought he would enjoy finally slaying his brother, but it felt as though he pushed the sword through his own gut. His twin had fallen to the ground, black demon’s blood spewing from him as he tumbled down in a lifeless heap. Lucien had been so crazed. He’d wanted Angel, his brother’s woman, for himself and would have taken her, forcefully even, if it hadn’t been for Seth. Seth had given him a rude awakening. “I had to do it,” Seth said, his face a cold emotionless mask. His eyes, though…the pale blue eyes held a wealth of torment. Lucien turned away, not wanting to relive the horror of the days that followed. He’d been gone only a few years, but it had seemed like an eternity. Every time he escaped, the Demons would find him and take him back to the anteroom to Hell. They seeped out of dark corners, dark reflective surfaces. They were the monsters beneath beds at night, or in closets, those shadows that slithered around in the darkest recesses. He pushed past Seth and walked through the craft to the front, into the navigational cabin. The seats there were similar to the ones in the lounge. There was a pilot’s chair, a navigators chair and two other chairs he guessed belong to gunmen’s positions from the amount of symbols depicting the different array of laser cannons and pulsers. The entire cockpit was glass instead of a view-screen to look out. He noted there ...

... were retracted shields to cover the glass, he guessed, in the case they encountered space debris He shook his head, thinking how archaic. Soft footfalls stopped behind him. “It needs allot of work, but I guess it’ll do,” he sighed turning to look at Seth. It wasn’t Seth. “What are you doing in here?” he asked the Ky. He knew it was Ky because the other one only looked half as nuts as this one. The kid pouted and whined, “hungry.” Lucien frowned. “Didn’t your mama give you anything to eat?” The baby boy wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like prinut.” “You don’t?” Lucien asked, brows raised. He had to grudgingly admit the little bastard was adorable as fuck. “It tastes like shit,” the kid grumbled causing a snort of laughter to burst from Lucien. “Do your parents know you talk like that?” Ky didn’t answer, but stared at Lucien with those huge eyes through the strands of crimson that fell over his face. His lower lip jutted out and trembled, completely melting Lucien’s heart. Lucien sighed, rubbing the side of his neck. “If you promise not to kill me, I’ll let you open a vein.” The baby boy gasped and rushed to hug Lucien’s legs, staring up at him in gratitude. The baby grinned, sharp little fangs gleaming in the dim light of the pilot’s cabin. “I wuv you, Uncle Luke.” “Yeah-yeah. I’m only letting you do this once,” he told the child as he hefted him up into his arms. He shook his blond hair back and tipped his neck. “Your mama and pops want you to be a big boy now and start eating real ...