Kaitlyn gazed up at the ceiling, thinking of all that they'd talked about. Samuel's words were the loudest: We have to be realistic—our chances of winning are slim.

Nobody had argued, and she wondered if they all privately agreed. Even Jacob. What hope had they against the might of Satan? Where was God? Surely, the All Powerful could stop this "Reckoning" in its tracks. And yet, it wasn't the first time God had been deaf to pleas and prayers. Kaitlyn knew that all too well.

With a yawn, she closed her eyes.

It was hot down in hell.

She was standing on a balcony, leaning her elbows against its thick stone railing as she listened to the screaming and hollering of the Damned burning for their sins. Over and over again. Ceaseless. Remorseless. She felt the fury of the flames. It surrounded her. It encompassed her. It was unusual to begin her dream outside Satan's home but she knew he liked to remind her of what lay in her future when she finally stood by his side. A kingdom. An empire. A world.

It was never a doubt. Not here in her dreams.

As she gazed down into the smoking, burning vista of hell, Jacob and the other angels seemed so distant, almost another life. All their talk of keeping her safe and fighting against the inevitable seemed so small and meaningless here.

Turning, she walked towards her lover's castle. It dominated hell, even amid the spewing volcanos and blazing fires and swirling clouds of smoke. Towering, immense and jagged, broken fingers of black, volcanic rock stabbed at the swirling grey sky. Though she knew it was important to resist, though she knew she must retreat, her feet moved onwards. No matter where she was, no matter the conflict in her heart, she would always go to him.

She recognised the molten rock halls. She recognised his black "pets" as they scurried and slithered and scuttled out of the way. She recognised the big marble door ahead. As usual, it was open and beyond it the room was brightly lit. Kaitlyn ignored the window looking onto hell.

The screaming of the Damned echoed in her head—and it wasn't just here in her dreams when she heard them. Sometimes, even when she was awake, she smelled the smoke in the air. More and more it was becoming real. More and more hell was becoming her reality.

Strangely, the room was empty, the bedspread unwrinkled, the pillows stacked neatly against the headboard.

Kaitlyn was wondering where he might be, when she jumped back. A fire suddenly roared to life, lighting up a towering fireplace that appeared in the wall ahead. The flames were so bright that she lifted a hand against its blaze.

And there, sitting before the fire was a chair, large and high-backed. It was black with weaving veins of red that shimmered deep and bloody against the brightness of the flames. She couldn't know what the chair was made of, but the way it shone reminded her distinctly of reptile skin, of that of a snake or a lizard. A large white hand gripped the right armrest. She couldn't see the rest of him but Kaitlyn could feel him like a wall of heat, like a tingling that darted up her spine.

The chair turned.

He was relaxed, leaning back, one leg crossed over the other. He was naked. His blonde hair gleamed against the bright flames. The flickering light seemed to make the tattoos on his arms wriggle and writhe. His magnetic blue eyes locked onto hers. Immediately Kaitlyn felt her body respond. Invisible but powerful hands seemed to latch onto her hips, drawing her inexorably towards him.

He smiled as she stood before him.

'I've missed you,' he said. Replacing the invisible hands with his own, he pulled her closer. 'I miss you every day, waiting for our nights together.' Slowly, delicately, he smoothed his broad, warm hands up under her blouse. They made her skin tingle. Kaitlyn sucked in a breath as a little shock darted between her hipbones. He lowered his hands to her waist, gripping her briefly before moving onto her skirt. Gently but insistently, he began tugging it down.

'Stop,' Kaitlyn gasped, grabbing his hand. 'I don't want it.'

He looked at her and Kaitlyn shut her mouth. He continued to tug it down until it slipped to the floor, revealing her underwear. He leaned back, looking up at her as he uncrossed his legs.

Shamelessly he revealed his desire, sitting hard and tall up against his muscular abdomen. Precum glimmered on his belly and within his patch of pubic hair.

Following her eyes, he looked down at himself. 'I could almost wish to be a human if it meant I could feel pleasure like this all the time.' He touched himself. His eyes rolled as he dragged a finger up his shaft. More semen welled at the tip. 'How did God create such a thing, as pure and bright as He is?' He shook his head. 'How I ache. How I yearn. I did not expect to be so transformed.' He raised his eyes back to hers. Leaning over, he cupped her between the legs. Kaitlyn gasped but didn't pull away.

'I wonder what it's like for a woman.' He dragged his thumb gently down her slit through her underwear. Kaitlyn staggered as her knees buckled. Satan laughed. Leaning back in his chair with his legs spread wide open, he massaged his balls. His eyes were bright with hunger. 'Now, remove your underwear.'

Kaitlyn froze.

'I said, remove your underwear,' he repeated in a dangerous tone that echoed around the room.

Kaitlyn slowly shook her head. 'No.'

Satan frowned. 'You cannot resist me. You were designed for me. Remove them.'

'No.' And it was barely a whisper.

He leaned forward, and with both hands ripped them apart. Kaitlyn staggered but remained standing before him, naked, helpless, vulnerable. He gazed at her with his glittering eyes. 'Even after all our time together I can't get enough of you.'

Softly, he brushed his fingers through her pubic hair. The big muscles in his chest and arms bulged. His rippling six-pack tightened. His erection bobbed.

He licked his lips.

His hands shot out. Kaitlyn shrieked as he grabbed her hips and pulled her to his mouth. And there, directly upon her clitoris, he kissed her. He kissed her again and again until she staggered in his grip, clawing at his hair with a gasp.

He chuckled. He kissed her again, then dragged his tongue up the length of her slit.

'No, stop,' she gasped. 'Please, stop.' But even as she begged she spread her legs.

He kept going, licking and kissing, until she burned and sweated, until her hips ached and her groin throbbed and every flick of his tongue was like a burning brand against her skin.

'Enjoy that?' His eyes were dark and hooded. Kaitlyn didn't answer. Was he asking her or himself? Baring his teeth, he dug his fingers harder into her hips.

Kaitlyn gripped on to his hands with a cry. She tried to pry his fingers away. 'Stop! It hurts!'

'I want you by my side. You need to be by my side. You don't know how much I long for this—for real.' He dug his fingers into her harder. His eyes flashed.

'Stop!'

He released her and Kaitlyn staggered backwards. Slowly, he stood, his eyes dark, his face intent. Kaitlyn backed away. The thick tendons in his neck bulged. All the big muscles in his arms and shoulders swelled. She could see all the veins twisting around his forearms. More stood out like jagged lightning across his chest.

Kaitlyn stopped, lifting her arm at a sudden blaze of blinding light.

White wings burst out from his back, filling her vision with their shocking beauty and startling brightness. They spread themselves out as he spread out his arms. He was so bright he was like a star, so beautiful the air caught in her throat and she had to remind herself to breathe.

Dizzy, overwhelmed, Kaitlyn dropped to her knees. She hit the floor hard but didn't feel the pain of it. Her head was bowed and her heart was thundering. And still the white light continued to grow.

And grow.

Then he was before her, so close she could kiss his feet. She looked up, squinting, as her eyes slowly adjusted. He was smiling down on her, his glorious wings outspread, his blonde hair like a gleaming crown. His eyes were so bright they didn't seem a part of his face. She knew what he wanted of her—and she would not fight it. She wanted it just as much. It was an urge so overwhelming that the mere thought of refusing him made her ache in her bones.

She grabbed onto his shaft, so warm and real in her grip. Leaning in, she encompassed him, moving her lips around his circumference, taking him in until she choked. Until it was hard to breathe. She consumed him as though she was starving.

'That's it,' he gasped. 'That's it.' Closing his eyes, he arched his neck.

Again and again she sucked him, lapping at his tip with her tongue, wrapping her tongue around his thickness. She even let him go to press her face into his testicles, feeling them, knowing them. She grabbed his arse.

Then she latched onto him again, moving faster and faster. He spread his legs as he grabbed her hair, knotting his fingers through it. His shaft was red and so thick it was hard to take him all in. Then she felt it ripple. A salty taste exploded at the back of her mouth. Pain raked through her scalp as he tore at her hair with a gasp. Grabbing her head, he thrust into her at every throb, at every new jet of semen that coated her lips and teeth and tongue. There seemed so much of it. Kaitlyn swallowed, then swallowed again.

And then it was over. Slowly, he pulled her head back, the blushing stretch of his erection easing out of her mouth. His angel light made her saliva glimmer. Though angels apparently didn't need to breathe, his chest muscles flexed and relaxed as he gasped. His teeth were gritted in a snarl. The look in his eyes filled Kaitlyn with dread. There, amid the glorious blue she knew so well, she glimpsed a burning red.

Finally, he let her go.

Taking a step back, he looked down at himself. His wings slowly lowered. The bright light dimmed. His snarl turned into a satisfied smile. His menacing blue eyes softened. And soon he appeared as he always did—handsome, powerful, magnetic.

Smoothing, his hand over his erection, he looked at her. His smile broadened. A slow creep of laughter began to fill the room. Tipping his head back, it burst out of him, echoing against the walls and ringing in Kaitlyn's ears.

Kaitlyn bowed her head, then fell upon her arms in shame. She couldn't look at him anymore. She didn't want to know herself anymore.