I find a mirror in the treasure, and I use that to sit in front of as I brush through my wet hair, readying myself for my future King of the Afterlife.

My pretty Anubis.

I have a determined stare into my reflection.

So far I have already put on my Queenly outfit.

I have put on a silver chain around my ankle and wound the silver up my leg and around my waist, where it locks around my hips. That is one piece of my jewellery. I also put a necklace around my neck with Lycan teeth fashioned from silver. I've also found a chest full of makeup, which was attributed to Anubis. I find dark shades of bronze and black, and so I do my eyes up with that, gold and shimmering black.

My hair is last.

As I brush through it, sitting cross legged in front of the reflection, my nose almost touches my nose, that is how close I am sitting. There are dark clouds gathering outside, darkening the room as night deepens.

Silvia is sleeping in a cursed dream.

Carmen is chained in a cell for possessing a wicked soul.

While I – I am waiting for my hair to dry, when my ears suddenly feel ticklish from a beacon of fear being sent my way. A strong intuitive pull swings my head around to a pile of treasure in this room, in the far back corner. I hear a small chime of some kind.

I stand up and carefully walk over, worried about what it could be in this dead land.

When I look over the treasure pile, I see the old cage I used to be trapped inside, crushed to be totally flat.

Chimes kiss my ears again.

Oh...

On impulse, I pick up a polished golden mask, and I use the reflection to show the cage.

Within, I see the trapped Queen fairy, her wings broken and her arms stuck out of the cage. She is alive, barely, and she is looking at me for help.

I was banished from the Court because of the King and Queen's unanimous decision with the Fae Court. But even so, I can't let her suffer like that. I reach over and carefully pull apart the metal bars.

She falls out onto my hand, and I walk back over to my mirror, sitting down, I am able to look at her through the mirror properly.

"Help me get home, Cleo," The Queen Fairy asks me, lying on her side, almost dead.

"I cannot help, I am mortal," I explain, "But can I help you heal?"

"Bless you. I need a... I need a... um, a Fairy Doctor Witch – they only exist in the mortal realm," she explains, "Please help me dearest Fae and I will repay you kindly."

"I will help you without any favour asked in return," I tell her.

"Why? You owe me nothing?" she asks, smiling at me but wincing through the pain that brings her.

"I cannot let another living thing suffer so," I tell her, "Oh, no, I can't. But there is one problem. I reside here now. This is my home."

"No, you were never trapped Cleo. Look into the reflection and think of a mortal place you know – and you will find a way home," she whispers at me, "Then return here via the same path with the Fairy Doctor Witch, and I might just live to fight another day."

"How will I find a Fairy Doctor if I was to go?" I ask.

"Above. Ask for Witch Eir, she disguises herself as an escort on the streets of Dire Wolf City," The Queen lays her tried cheek on my finger tip and takes in a shaky deep breath, one of relief that she exhales before falling into an exhausted sleep.

I place her down on a pile of gold, somewhere she won't be disturbed easily and out of the mirror's reflection.

I feel that she is very much near the end, and she needs this escort who will save her life with Fairy Magic drawn from a Witch's hands. I had never heard of it before, nor learnt about it, which was a tad suspicious, but I believed her blindly. Plus, she had no other help.

I look around me at the quiet temple, and I consider my options.

Time was passing quietly and peacefully.

But time was still passing.

If I had to go, I had to go now and be back in under two hours before midnight.

I look to the mirror with a new determination.

This fae Queen needed my help, and I may be the only one to twist her Fate. I had to do it.

Hmmm. Okay. A place in mortaldom.

I went shopping without money. I stole some food. I talked to a few strangers on the streets who lived outside shops. I also... went to that club at night. Everything is on the table. Any place could help me return, but I must think of somewhere safe.

I try to focus on the clothes' shop fitting room. I could use their mirror to enter the mortal realm.

As I stare into my own eyes, I can picture it.

But I also can't help thinking of that underground club, too. I had a forbidden taste for it inside me. A memory that was dominant.

Onyx Lycan Nightclub was... unfortunately, another good option, closer to supernatural creatures.

At the thread of that favoured thought, besides the fitting room, I see a flicker of red eyes staring back at me.

Not those demon eyes.

Oh, no.

Don't look.

Of course, I am broken inside so I look up into the corner of the mirror anyway.

I stare back at him, the angry Lycan who lost his own to a cruel twist of Fate.

Onyx's reflection becomes bigger and bigger, filling the mirror because as my fear and terror grows, he also grows stronger.

Choose me.

His eyes beckon me forward into a forbidden dance. As I lean closer, so does he, as he transforms from Lycan to mortal, he swiftly becomes more approachable.

I smile naively a bit at his attempt to lure me in, but as he does smile for me, I've already reached out a hand toward him, my fingers about to touch the mirror. I realise at the last second how silly I am and focus on my finger instead, sucking in a breath, before that finger-tip made contact with the reflection, I managed to stop my impulse just in time.

I stare fixatedly at my finger.

But a pull... a strong demonic pull I can't control, drags my eyes back up.

I look straight at Onyx, who is slowly tilting his head and waiting for me to make my decision.

He seems confident that he knows what I'll choose.

I close my eyes, I think of the fitting room in the clothes shop and I touch the mirror.

As I open my eyes, I see a struggle between two destinations. I'm stuck in a worm hole!

I am reaching desperately for the fitting room, while in another image, Onyx is waiting with witches on their knees, praying, up and down in fluid motions, pulling on unholy magic to pull me toward them with a tether.

The more I reach for the fitting room, the more tethers like roots bind to my ankles and pull me through into the darker destination.

They steal me back.

I blink and I'm right in the centre of Onyx's club.

I end up kneeling back in mortaldom, inside a blacked out club, in the centre of a red five pointed pentacle star which is made from red flesh used as paint.

The witches around are blind folded and naked, with demonic markings on their bodies.

Onyx is the only Lycan here, in mortal form, in a nice suit, he looks rather calm directing and watching over the witches performing this task.

Now that they've caught me, he dismisses them and they stand up with... ow, red scratched and bruised, bleeding knees.... Only Lucifer knows how long they were praying for me to look into a mirror...

I just look at them in awe, basically gawking.

But even so, they collect huge wads of cash off Onyx and then stumble into the back of the club where the rooms were to stay and get fucked.

W-were they residents? I can't tell.

As they leave one by one, Onyx is left with me, and he has bathed the club in nothing but small candles which give off a flickering and morbid orange hue.

I quickly stand up in the centre of the star and Onyx stays on the outside looking in.

He reaches into his pocket and takes out a single cigar which he lights up and smokes as he paces a few steps to the right and then to the left.

Onyx doesn't take his eyes off me.

I look toward the exit, and I believe he expected me to run.

I stay where I am, frozen awkwardly in one space.

"I think we've already established, I'm not interested," I gulp, feeling the lie in the back of my throat building like a knot.

I loved all Lycans, I couldn't deny it.

Onyx raises a brow at my changing expressions and keeps pacing.

I take a cautionary step to the right, toward where the exit door is located, and he immediately changes direction to keep in line with me.

"...why were you looking for a way back..." he asks me, quietly, politely and professionally.

"Oh! Looking for a Fairy Doctor," I explain, "I wasn't looking for trouble. I swear. I-I... I w-wasn't thinking about you or... or anything like that... I mean you..." I trail off at what he does next.

Onyx drops his cigar to the floor, he watches it start a fire as it reacts to some kind of chemical in the red bloody flesh filled paint, and then we're both watching as it slowly starts to ignite across the paint, spreading slowly in both directions to seep over the circle around me.

"I'm sending you to hell to die, unless you agree to my terms and conditions," Onyx explains, as the fire starts to burn all the way around, creeping further and further with every word he says, "This is what you will do, Cleo. Fuck me. You'll be hooked on me by the time we're done. Then return my bitches to me. Then fuck me again. At that point you'll drink a Lycan blood poison. It'll kill Anubis when he bites you. Return to me. Fuck me again. Then apologise profusely over my cock about being a naughty fucking slut addicted to Lycan dick. To which you'll then surrender to my entire pack. You'll get fucked again, you'll almost die. Then you can apologise one more time, for the trouble you've caused me and mine, you can also apologise to yourself for the debt of submission you'll never be able to repay. And then you'll continue to get fucked whenever you're asked."

"U-um Onyx? I don't mean to interrupt. The circle is almost starting to burn the star," I cut him off, "Pl-ease hurry up. Is that all you want?"

"In short. It's death or everything I fucking say, Fae baby," Onyx smirks violently now, as he starts to see me panic, "Now choose."

"I choose life," I squeak.

Onyx stamps his foot down onto the circle, breaking the paint and extinguishing the hellish fire by breaking the spell.

Only the smoke of burnt flesh remains.

It's disgusting and I scrunch up my nose.

"I just came here looking for a Fairy Doctor and you make me agree to all that," I accuse him, "No fair!"

"It's not fair when you're dressed up to kill a Lycan like that," Onyx's eyes roll over my attempt to dress like a Queen.

"I'll do whatever I have to," I answer cryptically.

Onyx finally approaches, without touching me, he watches me as I keep myself still, even as his scent makes my knees weak.

"Is Silvia safe with her bitchy side cunt?" he whispers at me, trying to hide the nervousness out of his fidgety gaze.

"Yes, relatively," I answer, "You don't have much time if you want me to make sure they stay alive. Anubis will be waiting for me by midnight –"

Onyx starts to pace around me.

And he starts to explain.

"Anubis and I go way back, bitch."

"He is far more ancient than you," I retort, "So he is superior to you –"

Onyx scoffs and explains, "Not really, he's form is reborn constantly with memories of his former life, reincarnated, each time he dies of loneliness in the Afterlife," Onyx never touches me, he just assesses me as he educates me, "But his current form is not ancient, it is mine. We we have the same nose. The same tongue. The same blood. He was born with the mark to serve – and his image split into a pack of eight. We did not grow together. He was swallowed by the sand. Spat back out into the Temple of the Dead. His memories of all his past-lives returned and he became the arrogant fuck he is. My Queen – is his Queen. You're not even in first place," Onyx is teasing me now, he must be.

I stutter with my sassy response, "S-Shut up, y-you don't know what you're talking about –!"

"He declared you a slave, not a Queen – Silvia is the Lycan Queen," Onyx restates, "You're a slut pup, do you know what that is?"

"No. What. Tell me?" I ask, curious but far more morbidly so.

"Useless, good for nothing, broken," Onyx's tongue licks in my ear, "We love bitches like you. You can't stand it."

"...what can't I stand...?"

Onyx is still behind me as his mortal hand curls around my throat, so gently – mirroring a touch I felt below, "Being alone, without a demon up your tight ass," Onyx grabs my chin more roughly, he moves my head up so he's able to lean down and kiss me.

As my lips are parted, his scent rushes into my mouth as his lips gently press to mine and softly coax me to turn into him, leaning into his strength, whimpering into his mouth as I kiss him back.

Onyx's hand grabs the chain I put around my hips, and he threads his fingers through it, while keeping his hand on my hip, his other hand runs up my cheek and into my wet hair, pulling it out of my eyes.

As I'm leaning into his chest, he's pulled back to see me wanting so badly.

"I think I w-want to fuck you... kind of in the... in the same way I want Anubis..." I admit to him, with a deep blush filling my cheeks and my swollen lips.

Onyx's thumb slides back down my cheek, and hooks into my mouth.

"You got a small mouth," Onyx states, in disapproval, "Mine won't fit," I try to bite down on his thumb playfully after it feels over my teeth, testing out how sharp they are. He doesn't remove his thumb from my canine that cuts him, but he lets his blood run over my tongue, before slipping it out of my mouth, never flinching, only amused I tried to injure him.

"You need to know," I tell him, "I am not broken. I promise I am not broken. I am just fae in my heart, to my core, it's wound into my Fate. I am not a slut pup mortal bitch. I'm ether. I'm just different."

"You broke when Anubis fucked your ass. I want you in my collection, I want you with my pack," Onyx admits to me, "I'm going to make you fucking scream."

Onyx's hand has gone into my hair, gripping it when he turns and starts to drag me toward the bar.

My feet slide along the ground, he pulls me that fast.

Closer to the polished clean wood, he lifts up my waist and bends me over the bar top, with my feet dangling off the ground, and my ass totally exposed to him.

When I try to look back, he's holding my head forward, as I hear a zip unleash his mortal cock.

Onyx pushes his thumb into my ass, and hears me yelp out in surprise.

"Yes?" he snarls the question.

"MM, Yes!" I answer on impulse.

Onyx stretches my ass to the side with his thumb. He also uses another two fingers to test the warm depths of my pussy. He opens me up and I feel, while he watches, as the generous cream drips out, acting as lube for his cock.

"Hmmm... haha," Onyx barks out laughing, "...you smell like love – Anubis loves you through and through, soul, body and blood," he tells me, "He's pheromones coat you completely. Too bad he has to share. He'll likely kill you for fucking with me, his possession is extreme... his bite is even worse, that fucker is badder than me, he doesn't forgive, it's not in him, Cleo, and he won't forgive you for this," Onyx growls that and seems to think these facts are hilarious, and he keeps laughing demonically, as it deepens and turns to a snarl of pure Lycan pheromones of his own.

Onyx pushes his dick into my ass as it turns to a Lycan size, and I feel my body stretch and clamp down all at once, trying to suck him in deeper.

What did he say before?

When my body is this full. This hot. My mind is gone.

M-maybe I am broken.

I... I... I-I want... I want...

His Lycan cock stabs much deeper.

"Ah, ah, f-fuck me, fuck me?!" I whimper, only to have my head pushed down. My cheek squishes into the bar as Lycan claws fills my vision and scratch into the bar over my eyes.

Onyx fucks me with killer strokes. My eyes roll back into my head.

Oh, yes, oh, hell yes.

I moan loudly and uncontrollably as Onyx uses those deep new strokes to wind a spell around me.

Hot cum is being pumped into my ass to fill my soul with his scent and mark.

I wanted Anubis... b-but right now, I had no choice to fuck Onyx, but I also had no desire to fight back. I wanted to enjoy the demon fuckery – a-and I... I wanted more of it.

A part of me feels so powerful.

So fucking powerful to have him forced to do this to me. My body was the trap.

"HARDER," I scream at him in a demand, and Onyx stops as if I've just yelled something insane.

He doesn't respond in a snarl. Instead a deep growl vibrates down through my spine, as his dick pushes in even further, until I feel his knot lock into my body and it's hard to breathe. H-how do I breathe again?

He fucks me in and out with his knot, and now I can't help but scream on every thrust.

I'm at my fucking limit now.

Onyx pounds my ass as I asked, and I can't stop squealing my absolute ascent to heaven. My body seizing around him is my purpose. I cum a thousand times, all at once, and Onyx keeps emptying load after heavier load into my guts.

When Onyx finally pulls out, a clawed hand grabs my ankle and he drags me off the bar.

I almost hit the floor but I use the stool to lower myself down more gently, before he continues to drag me to the back into a large bathroom where a bath is filled and shared by a number of other whores.

Onyx tosses me in.

I splash down right into the middle of the bubbles and float back up to the surface, my cheeks pink and my eyes focused on Onyx. The other whores allow him to focus on me in the centre, the new addition to the party.

"You're all the same scent to me, I won't forget you now," Onyx warns me, "Get out," he snarls at the others, "She needs the water's reflection to be clear of tits and ass," he makes the others scramble out of the water quickly, and in the meantime he sees me looking thirsty, and his cock is still hard.

In no time, after the other whores exit, we are entirely alone again and I'm reaching for his cock with my two hands.

I want to drink from it.

Onyx curiously steps forward to see me kissing his cock head and lapping up his dripping cum.

"Return our Queen," Onyx tells me, an order, "And you'll be fucked again, Cleo. You little slut pup. You're not special, you're just a pure kind of whore. The rare kind. The sweet kind."

Onyx unexpectedly changes to his human form, distracting me from his cock to look into his eyes.

He gets down on his knees to be at my level, as my chin is on the rim, and I'm licking my lips clean.

Onyx pinches my chin, smiling handsomely, looking into my eyes, locking our gaze together as one, he tells my soul, "I dearly miss my wife, my Queen. I want her back. Do you understand me, you cute bitch?"

"Y-yes," I answer, nodding, made breathless by him.

"You'll return her now to me, yes?" Onyx asks me again, far more seriously.

"Yes," I whisper.