Touched by Death: (Sins of The Fallen book 3)

Touched by Death: Chapter 2



PAST

Waiting in front of the gates, I stare up at the blue sky dotted with puffy, white clouds, too many to count. Two weeks have passed since I first slept with Amenadiel behind Lucifer’s back.

It’s wrong. I know it is.

But the more we sneak around, the more I crave it.

Crave him.

Lucifer made me fall from grace the first time he touched me, and now I can’t look back. But Amenadiel awoke something entirely different inside me.

Something far scarier.

Emotions.

When I’m with him, I can’t get enough. And when we’re not together, I can’t stop thinking about him.

I still haven’t told Lucifer. He’s so obsessed with his idea of escaping Eden that he barely has time for me. Except for at night, when he crawls into my bed and tries to fuck me.

Sometimes I let him.

Call me weak.

In those moments, he gives me something else I’m slowly coming to crave.

Pain.

And not just physical, but emotional, too.

Strangely, it feels even better to be fucked when shame taunts me like a shadow in the corner of the room.

You’re fucking his brother.

You’re nothing but a cheap whore.

You’re lying to them both, you fucking slut.

Those thoughts that swirl in my mind only serve to make me even more aroused while Lucifer fucks me in every position possible.

Just then, the thud of footsteps sounds behind me. I turn slowly, drinking in the sight of Lucifer and Amenadiel side by side. They look so much alike, yet they don’t. Lucifer is darker, somehow. Shadows follow in his wake. Amenadiel, with his secretive smirk, hides his darkness better.

Lucifer doesn’t care enough to try to camouflage the changes that occurred in him since the first time he pulled me into the forest near the southern wall. He wears the shadows like a cloak. Even now, he lets his blue eyes darken as he looks down at my cunt. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, and that seemingly innocent act is anything but.

His hungry eyes flick back up to mine, and he smirks.

While we stay locked in thickening lust, Amenadiel converses with one of the other angels that have joined us.

Breaking eye contact with Lucifer, I scan the clearing. We are eight angels in total. More than I thought.

When I look back at Lucifer, he’s still watching me. His cock is hardening the longer he stares at me, as though I’m a meal he wants to sink his teeth into.

But unlike before, the heat in his eyes has shifted into something cold. Shivers crawl down my spine, and I force myself to look away.

I’m torn from my thoughts when his voice rings out. “Today, we do something no one has ever done before. We turn away from the light.”

Sudden chills dance over my skin, so I wrap my arms around me to ward off the cold. It’s an entirely new sensation.

“Once we walk out, we can never come back.” Lucifer looks at us all in turn. “If anyone wants to back out, now is your chance.”

No one moves.

I let my gaze trail up Amenadiel’s ankles, legs, and cock, then higher still, over the planes of his stomach and chest, until they meet his blue eyes. Unlike his brother, his gaze is warm. There’s even a twinkle of amusement.

I let it ground me while Lucifer continues talking.

Everything will be okay. As soon as we walk out, I’ll be able to leave these mixed emotions behind me.

I choose Amenadiel.

Not the shame.

No matter how much I love it.

Lucifer breaks the circle and walks up to me. I count each step. Three in total.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “To leave Eden and never set foot here again?”

Swallowing thickly, I force down my second thoughts. I do want this. I can’t stay here after I let Lucifer and Amenadiel fuck my every hole.

I have lied and cheated.

I’m not worthy of the light.

“I’m sure.” My voice is surprisingly strong.

His answering smile is cold, void of emotion. He leans close, and I breathe him in—cinnamon, leather, and the woods.

“I have tried everything to get kicked out,” he whispers so only I can hear. “I have lied, cheated, fucked, and inflicted pain on others. Nothing works. The light keeps shining, and the gates stay closed. I’m fucking trapped in this bowl.”

My heart gets lodged in my throat. Something is wrong.

“But then I figured it out.” His warm breath skims my ear, but it’s chased away by the ice in his voice. “After a lot of searching, I finally found the hidden treasure that will see me freed from this hell.” He circles his fingers around the back of my neck, holding me frozen. “Tell me, Genesis. Did you enjoy fucking my brother behind my back?”

Dread splashes down my spine, and I stiffen.

Lucifer breathes a soft, cruel laugh through his nose while something cold and sharp pokes my belly button. “I thought I had you where I wanted you but then you slipped through my fingers.”

“Lucifer,” I choke out through the thick fear clogged in my throat.

He hushes me, his fingers digging into my neck. I can already feel bruises forming. “In order to open those gates, we need a sacrifice.” His next breath fans my lips, warm and moist, and then he looks me in the eyes. “I figured, who better to provide that sacrifice than a dirty little whore like you who toys with hearts for fun?”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Lucifer?” Amenadiel asks, his voice thick with alarm.

Lucifer ignores him, and the pressure on my belly button increases. “I thought for sure you wouldn’t let me touch you after you opened your legs for my brother. But you did. Night after night, you let me fuck you raw.” He huffs a breath, then his lips pull back into a smirk. “It was fun while it lasted.”

Pain sears through me. Hot, fiery pain.

“What the fuck?” Amenadiel breaks away from the circle, but the others crowd him, holding him back.

I choke on something warm and coppery as I look down between our bodies. A knife is so deeply embedded in my stomach that only the handle protrudes. Lucifer tightens his grip on it, digging his fingers into my neck at the same time. His cold, blue eyes watch me intently as he drags the knife in an upward motion, all the way between my breasts.

I choke on my blood, and the gurgling sound is loud in the deadly silence while he guts me with the knife.

“Does it hurt, baby?” he asks casually when my innards spill from my body. “Maybe I should hurt you more?”

He stabs me in the chest.

Again.

And again.

The knife sinks deep. Blood sprays, covering his handsome face.

I’m vaguely aware of Amenadiel screaming for him to stop. But more than that, I’m aware of the darkness that rises up inside me to claim my soul.

To our left, the gates creak open. Distracted by the sound, Lucifer releases me.

I fall.

And fall.

But the impact never comes.

A warm hand, gentle and soft, pulls me from the darkness and into the light.

“Come, Aurelia. Let’s join your friends on the grass.”


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