Bring her to this bed.

She needs to sleep now within a healing coma.

Her soul is locked in hellish chains.

It will take me some time to unwind the lock.

Let her rest.

You can stay by her side.

Soft female words, a Lycan's snarl of displeasure, all echoes distantly in my head, as my body relaxes with an angel's healing.

But, the important point is; I'm not healed just yet.

In fact, as my soul detaches from my body, that clawed hand on my ankle from Phantasy sucks my soul under now, not by jerking, not by yanking – at this point I am at celestial mercy, and simply slip under hopelessly.

Near death. Or almost dead.

Not this again.

Onyx had taken me to Wynter just in time. She would save me.

I slip right through soft velvet darkness kissing every part of me, as I softly float downward, settling upon an altar. I'm lying down on a stone cross, and next to me is a devil's throne, bleeding red meat for cushion, and gold trims holding it together, as Phantasy reclines back, chin on his fist as he watches me.

I have never been so disturbed to see him. He had always been creepy but this was his territory and the weird strange horror of it, was all around me now – and he was the one at ease. This place was a temple of darkness, with only small fires for minimal light and maximal shadows.

I had taken the devil's crown and tried to kill him with it. He got sucked down laughing his head off. I already knew from that point he was immortal, ruler of this hell. I'm sure all I did was make him more intrigued by my insanity for even trying.

I attempt to lift my arms but my wrists are held right, they're shackled down, arms spread. My legs are also stuck with the iron locked around my ankles.

"You do know power comes with a hefty price," Phantasy drawls to me, as he picks up the golden crown laid over a prong in the top of his throne. He inspects it, twists it around and then places it on his own head, "But don't be dissuaded. Lycans are my friend, Silvia – so you are my friend. And I like madness, so don't be afraid."

"You want to hurt me," I accuse him, and Phantasy immediately stands from his throne to look down upon me, laid out like a sacrifice. He could gut me or do whatever he wanted –

"What's so bad about that?" Phantasy asks, eyes crinkling as he seemingly reads my thoughts, then daring to ask innocently such a disgusting question.

WYNTER HELP ME, I scream for her to hurry. As if Phantasy can hear that thought too, he smiles.

"Why am I in hell when I'm not a bad person," I hiss, "I'm a good person."

"Because the heavenly angels perished, so I'm one of the last angels to protect you," Phantasy bows over me, his face over mine, tilting, "Do you always whine this much?" Phantasy whispers, and then his hands grab my wrists and unlock the irons.

The shackles unclick and I immediately sit up and try to launch off the altar, but I forget my ankles. Looking the fool, Phantasy just slides his hands down my legs toward my last restraints, and he enjoys every moment I blush.

Click. Click.

Freedom.

I can't help it. I need to get away from him. I launch myself again away from him, rolling off the cross altar, I fall to my knees, then I look up to find somewhere I can run – but in front of me is a church procession full of demons with their skin peeling and their fangs showing and their yellow eyes piercing me with hunger. Food. I was the food, the body they're about to devour for church service –

Before I can even think about screaming, Phantasy is talking, as I freeze at the base of this altar, now too afraid to move.

"As you can see, we have a runt here," Phantasy walks around the altar and around me, showing me off in all my terror, "...and apparently, she likes to fuck monsters... should we judge how well?" he mocks me, or maybe he is dead serious, I don't know! I can't tell.

"Lycans o-only," I snap, a little quiet, but refusing to be slandered. As if he can control how far my voice travels, my response echoes to all the demons sitting in wait.

"Lycans," Phantasy faces the crowd with a smirk, and the demons all laugh or shriek.

The sounds they make, cause my body to think of escape again.

I start to crawl around the altar, trying to escape this sick game – I manage to manoeuvre all the way around the cross, when I see something even more terrifying waiting for me on the other end of the temple.

I gasp, but before I can stand to run, Phantasy comes up behind me and grabs the back of my head, to force me to look at the giant sleeping Lycan.

He's surrounded by what look like dead witches, chanting and at him as he lies, presumably dead.

"If he wakes," Phantasy whispers in my ear, "You're his first fuck," he shoves me forward and I fall down.

The moment my knees hit the ground, the rest is a nightmare in fast-forward mode. Obsidian's eyes split open and his whole wolf lunges for me – jaws wide open, eyes full of vengeance.

I shriek, only for my vision to twirl and warp and twist – as I breathe in a deep exhale.

I lift into a dream state.

My soul attached firmly to my body. Oh, heaven.

I'm awake and now whimpering and crying.

I'm laid out in a gothic, lusciously soft bed I've sunken into, with many eyes upon me.

Onyx watches over me, in human form, on my right, as Wynter watches me on my left, and a healing glowing angel wand in her hand dissipates – while five vampires stare in at me too, from the foot of the bed. Two of them look identical to Phantasy, one with red eyes like him, and one with a deceiving brown.

The other two.

I turn to my mate.

"The devil was tormenting me," I whisper to Onyx, who looks pained and overwhelmed with almost losing me, but can scarcely show relief, as he is uncomfortable in this room full of vampires.

"You had a message?" before Onyx can have the courtesy of time to reply, another had drawled the question. Familiar celestial perfection. I look to Darc, with the red eyes, he leads these ancient vampires, "What is your message, Silvia?" he is perplexed, curious.

I fucking don't trust him.

I relay it anyway, "He's coming to play. Phantasy."

Not only Darc and his twin, but all five vampires look rather shocked.

"Now she's done her devil's duty, you can leave her side," Onyx yells at them, a growl from his human throat, "GO –!"

"Don't bark at me, dog," one of them laughs in Onyx's face.

"Shut up, Horace," Darc puts out an arm in front of Horace's face, his taunting eyes focused on riling up the Lycan in the room.

Onyx is barely holding back from shifting.

"Who is Phantasy?" Wynter asks.

Unto which, the vampire brothers avert their eyes downward.

"The Devil," Onyx tells Wynter, now sweetly with her, "If you find the company of vampires as distasteful as I do, you're welcome in my nightclub – at any time you crave solitude... among other things," Onyx offers very kindly and has Wynter blushing – and now I watch as the five vampires at the foot of the bed, eyes snapping back up at her like cats eyeing her at the same time, they're very possessive of her, I can already tell they're probably obsessed too.

"I'll..." Wynter looks over her vampire cohort with irritation and her wings shiver, "...remember the offer."

"You can take your slut home now –" Darc motions to me, while looking at Onyx, while Wynter gasps in objection, "What, she smells like Lycan balls," he sneers his disgust.

"She's the Lycan Queen," Onyx replies, rather calmly considering the insult, "She carries my pups."

"I've never eaten Lycan pups before," Horace whispers deliciously, and it's the last straw.

Onyx immediately starts to pace toward him, straightening his suit – while the other vampires shove Horace out of the room and slam the door on him, before a fight starts.

Onyx halts, kind of amused how quickly they protected Horace from imminent decapitation.

"Thank you," Wynter murmurs, then looks at me, "Shall we tell them what the Devil said to us? About the Silver-Wynter."

"Tell us all. What was said?" Onyx asks Wynter smoothly.

Darc hates their obvious and friendly chemistry and how at ease with which they interact. It's kind of funny, but Onyx was very charismatic and a bit of a flirt, he could charm any woman.

"Phantasy said to us, will the two Queens – Silvia and I – bow to the dark, or fight and win for the new era of humanity, bringing with it a sweet winter to foster the spring," Wynter takes my hand and helps me sit up. I feel quite the mess, the sheet and my long blonde hair the only coverage of my sweating naked body, "We're going to save the world. From the likes of madness," Wynter faces them all with a challenge in her eyes, "I have not Fallen to their games – and Silvia... she has not... um..." Wynter looks at me for something I've achieved, in fighting darkness.

I look to Onyx, and back to Wynter.

"Um," I chuckle nervously, "I – I... I'm not afraid of Lycans?" I suggest, shrugging, "They're the scariest demon and I kind of... don't care?" I laugh again, a bit forced.

Onyx is trying not to kiss me with his smiling eyes, he's trying not to show weakness in front of his enemies.

"A monster fucker, and a demon slayer," Darc concludes, rather obnoxiously, "Sounds like a game Phantasy would enjoy."

"He is your brother, isn't he?" Wynter asks for clarity, clearly annoyed they've not discussed this sooner.

"Well, we shall discuss that over some spirits," Darc's other twin whispers the suggestion, "Lycan and whore, welcome to join?"

"You haven't introduced yourselves," I mention.

"Ash," the twin of Darc who just spoke, is rather charming.

"Solomon has all the piercings, he does blood rituals, usually with Horace – who is outside, because he... well he likes to eat people," Wynter points to them, bored, "Fane has pointed elf ears, he's like a Fae vampire, and reads destinies, Darc is... a fallen angel, Ash is his shadow twin, but I'm starting to doubt they told me the truth, since there is now a third to add to the equation."

"Thank you for the introduction," Darc smiles at Wynter but his eyes don't.

Cold hearted and without emotion, he turns and leads the way, kicking open the door to where Horace is waiting, forlorn after being kicked out. They snarl quietly at each other as they walk together, and Solomon, Fane and Ash follow them out.

Wynter remains with us, smiling and relaxed – which Solomon notices as he's the last to depart. He twists back in and walks toward her, ushering her out – or trying to.

Wynter wrestles out of his hold and he doesn't want to seem like he has to force her, so Solomon backs off with his hands in the air.

"I can walk myself, I'm not going to fuck Onyx, relax," Wynter hisses and storms out after them.

As the door creaks shut upon their departure, Onyx and I stare at the door, and neither one of us go to stop it closing.

I exhale.

Then immediately slip out the side of the bed, my throat parched – I'm so thirsty!

Onyx recognises that look in my eye, and he delights me by staying in his human form, a bit of a luxury, as I fight to pull down his pants, to take his hard cock and kiss it.

I moan in the back of my throat as I start to suck it.

Onyx doesn't even move his hips – I'm ravenous enough to take control.

I gag on his cock I go so deep so quickly, but I keep making myself gag on it – wanting it deeper! Okay, I am a slut – but only for my mate!

Eventually Onyx grabs the back of my hair and pulls me off.

"You deserve a rest," Onyx speaks as his body transforms – destroying his clothes, as they rip and fall to shreds, and I'm panting like a damn puppy.

"MMm!" I jump up and Onyx helps twist me around, bending me over the bed.

"My favourite fucking slut," Onyx drools in approval, as his huge cock slams into my dripping pussy – no mercy given. I scream with my soaring pleasure, as he fucks me so hard my spine bends with the length of his cock, and the bed squeaks, the legs scraping across the floor with the weight of him, "I can kill them all that's why they're so scared of me," Onyx educates me, while I'm getting railed, "...and vampires... they're a Lycan's second favourite meal... if I hadn't have fucked you first I might have killed you as a virgin whore, nothing tastes better than innocence dripped in unforgiving lust, you would have been a satisfying meal under a crescent moon, dying for me," his little inference to eating me alive has me squealing with a climax that was already on the way up.

It warps through me, and I squeeze hard on his cock, while he buries deep to draw the pleasure out.

"You. Sick. Fuck!" I scream and pound my fists into the bed as I whimper my complaint, "Why did you make me climax to that? You're so disgusting. Seriously. EW!"

Onyx keeps fucking me, just a bit slower, as he laughs over my reaction.

"Like they said," Onyx's saliva coats my back as he snaps it, "You're a monster fucker. Get over it!"