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She full well knew what her mother had endured while enslaved in the Shanka world, because she knew exactly what her succubus was capable of. “All I feel is what’s inside – you inside me; the demon inside me. At that moment when we’re both on the brink, I lose control and she takes over – she’s the one that has you at that point. I’m scared she’ll kill you –
I’ll
kill you – all over again.”

“Fuck, Elena…” His head was stretched back, eyes closed in bliss. Had he heard a word she’d said? Probably not, because she’d been riding him harder and harder as she’d spoken, bringing to the surface what she so needed.

His soft, angel-glow began to emanate from his body, and that glow had her reeling in satisfaction, grinding faster … deeper…

But he surprised her once more, as he so often did with his love for her. He
had
heard her. He looked up, bemused, a twinkling in his eye, “You know, some men
like
it that way.”

She landed a soft slap on his chest and couldn’t help but laugh, her own love for him swelling like a tidal wave, softening the heat of the river that traversed her for just a second – only a second, because the succubus’ love for him also swelled – yes, the demon loved him as much as she did – and it pulled her under.

Oh, no … losing … control….

This was it. This was the moment, she simultaneously dreaded and craved.

Karl reached up, one hand in her hair, the other cupping a breast, both hands pulling her down so she couldn’t escape what she was. “Let her out, Elena. It’s okay … let her out.”

His glow intensified, and she whimpered as she felt her hold on the demon slipping.

“Let go, baby.”

Somewhere outside and beneath them, the ground rumbled with the quakes that had begun yesterday, and not eased off. Angels had fallen and demons walked the Earth among humans, all waiting in limbo for a dragon to rise.

“Oh, God! Let go, Elena!” His golden glow exploded from him and filled the room.

The succubus mirrored his reaction with her own need and Elena released her, unable to hold her back any longer.

Her skin cracked from head to toe, turned grey like cement – an arid, stony existence that only sexual ecstasy could completely nourish. Her eyes beamed green.

The demon hissed in victory, slammed herself onto her prize and held his writhing body down as she took every last drop she could from it, finally collapsing on top of him.

Heavy breaths filled the silence.

Through the haze of post-orgasm, Elena resurfaced. “Karl?” she said, shakily.

“Here.” His arms, with muscles trembling, came up around her. “I’m here. Shit … that was out of this world.”

Tears welled in her eyes. They were relief, joy and sorrow all rolled into one. Relief that Karl was alive; joy that she’d brought him pleasure, and sorrow because, even though the apocalypse was happening outside, it took place inside her every time they made love.

“You and I,” she whispered. “The love we have – I don’t want to ruin it with … I don’t want my need to overshadow everything, but it always does. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if it was just us? No demons, no angels – just
us
… would we be … nothing?”

Still embedded within her, his embrace tightened. “It’s not our supernatural halves that define us, Elena. Just us? That’s not nothing.” He nudged her forehead with his nose, and she met his gaze – loving, calm, steady… He placed a lingering kiss on her lips. “That’s everything.”

Chapter One

(Three weeks after ‘The Bleeding’.)

Blades of grass softly rustled against her bare feet with every step she took.

She hesitated. Was his hearing still as acute as ever? She didn’t want him to hear her – it was bad enough that she was here. There were other, more important things, she needed to be focused on – not this … not
him.
 

Coming to a complete standstill, she crouched and watched in fascination as his black hair gleamed blue under the Rwandan sun, the usual clouds that caused the low mist, currently nowhere in sight.

And didn’t the sun lend itself to that magnificent specimen of a being.

The tall angel stood as still as herself, his highly defined, muscled back facing her as he attempted to ‘engage’ with the fierce looking Silverback that didn’t quite know what to make of the whole thing.

She strained to hear what he was saying to the creature, but at little over a hundred metres away, it was next to impossible … especially in this frustrating ‘new world’. A world that had taken them all by surprise. It wasn’t quite … as anyone had expected.

She crouched down lower to ensure her invisibility. She could have just
made
herself invisible, she supposed, but her energy levels were all over the place at the moment, adjusting to the new environment the way the environment itself seemed to be adjusting to all of its new inhabitants.

He reached his hand out in a gentle manner that belied the monster he had been since the dawn of mankind.

The gorilla tensed.

The angel nodded his head, almost imperceptibly.

After a moment of dubiety, inquisitiveness (or was it trust?) evidently won the day. The animal put one arm forward, knuckle-down on the ground, and then another.

“I wonder who curiosity will claim as its first victim: the primate that has no idea what it’s dealing with, or the fairy that wishes she did.”

Morgana hurled a murderous look at the one who simultaneously protected her and annoyed her. “You overstep your boundaries, Lucifer.”

“My apologies, dear Goddess, but you are needed elsewhere.” He glanced at the previous ruler of Hell, bemused. “Dian Fossey, step aside… What in God’s name is he doing?”

“God has no place here anymore,” she whispered.

“Clearly,” scoffed the angel. “The world’s gone insane and Abaddon fits in quite nicely.”

“It’s not that bad.” But her voice quavered over the lie that she stubbornly wished was true.

“For the humans, no. Lucky bastards. Of all the beings equipped to deal with an apocalypse, guess which ones would have lost the vote? And yet, it’s the humans who flourish, while the rest of us try to cope with the loss of our powers.”

That new, and fast becoming familiar, sense of asphyxiation grabbed hold of her as anxiety set in.

Anxiety.

Now there’s a feeling she never thought she’d have the great misfortune to get to know. But ‘feelings’ appeared to be the norm now.

It had seemed so simple: end God’s reign; take back her beloved world.

Except it wasn’t your world anymore, was it?

“Everything’s different now,” stated Lucifer.

The cold hand of suffocation increased it grip around her throat.

Yes, everything was different. She had thought that when the veil between dimensions fell, that she would be home once more. What hadn’t occurred to her, and she had no idea why, was that they would all be falling into the
human
world.

Humans
reigned. Not her. It was
their
home, and she had had to succumb to the metaphysical laws of
humans
. Human ‘emotions’ penetrated her core; human vulnerability had lessened all her powers – infiltrated all the majesty of who she was, all that she had been – and not just her, but all the fay, demons and now fallen angels. Yes, they all walked the Earth, but the Earth was not theirs. Dimensions had merged, and so, it seemed, had their abilities. The humans had tapped into their hidden potential, exuding powers they had no idea how to control, and all other sentinel beings were struggling to maintain theirs.

And still the Dragon had not risen.

And all dimensions will bleed into one.

She had thought that ‘one’ would be hers – her old home. Not the human dimension as it is now.

Lucifer’s breath brushed across her ear from where he knelt behind her. “What were you expecting?”

She turned towards him, furious he could tell what she was thinking. “Don’t pretend you knew any better.”

He smiled that infuriating smile of his, and brought up yet another apple to his lips – a habit of his that was more like an addiction.

She clamped down on her urge to scream when he bit into it. “Do something useful with your time,” she hissed, keeping her voice down in case Abaddon caught onto their voyeurism.

“Like you are?”

“It’s important that we know his whereabouts. He’s unpredictable.”

“Yet you’ve always revered him.”

“I
remember
him, Lucifer. I remember who he was in the very beginning, before—”

“You’re a poor liar in the human world, my Goddess.” His eyes gleamed with the secrets she knew he had – she’d always known it – but it had bothered her less before the Bleeding. Now, paranoia was one of those pesky
human
states of mind that she battled with. What
did
he know, exactly? How many layers did his knowledge cut through? Were the secrets he kept from her detrimental to her survival?

Survival? But I’m immortal…

She no longer felt immortal, even though no weapon, nor time, could kill her. Immortality was measured by your strengths, and all she’d felt recently was weak. “You don’t know—”

“I know he’s the greatest sin-eater ever known to
any
world. His food was weighed by the beating hearts of mortals, his drink was their life-blood – the blacker it ran, the more nourished he became – and his household was every murky soul between Heaven and Hell. The only difference now is that there is no Heaven and Hell. Do you think he would love you, Morgana? He loves nothing because he can’t. Every dark place he visits, he is bound by duty to devour.”

She shook at his words – at the anger they instilled in her; at the humiliation they mustered in her. Was she that transparent? She never used to be… “He is no longer bound.”

“You’re a fool if you think he can be the angel he once was. ‘Some sins are ingrained so deeply, the taint will never wash’ –
not
my words, but his. I’m sure you remember them since you were there with me – two flies on the wall in those final moments.

“He’ll find your dark places, Morgana, and he’ll eat you up and spit you out, unless… ” his eyes darkened impossibly, because they were already coal-black to start with… “that’s what you want.”

She turned away from his void-like gaze, but he gripped her chin and turned her to face him. Stupidly, she let him – because Morgan le Fey was weak now. “Is that what you want, my Goddess?” He trailed the tips of his fingers down her chin; down her neck … down… “Do you want him to find your dark places, eat you up, and spit you out?”

She swatted his hand away with feigned nonchalance. “You overstep your boundaries, Lucifer,” she repeated.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, all boundaries are gone. And I’m hurt,” he pouted, right after biting the apple core in half. “We are not strangers to each other’s desires.”

“In moments of need; in moments of fun … never in moments of anything more.”

He sighed. “Countless millennia, and your compassion still evades me.”

She snorted out a laugh. “Compassion? You? Come now … your motivations for living are not based on the giving and receiving of such a whimsical thing.”

His pout grew into a hard smile. “And nor have yours ever been … until now.”

They both glanced towards Abaddon once more, who was now stroking the gorilla like it was a harmless little puppy.

What an odd site.

And yet, strangely normal, because it was Abaddon and not anyone else.

“I do not seek compassion, nor love,” stated Morgana, her voice hushed.

“Liar,” whispered Lucifer. “From the first moment you saw him birthed – God’s first angel – you were lost to him.”

“You were not even a thought that had manifested then. What would you know?”

“Watch, my Goddess.” The both of them still kneeling, Lucifer crept in close behind her until he cradled her back with his chest. His right hand found the curve of her small waist and he stroked her there gently, not an act of care, but of conniving. Everything with Lucifer had a hidden agenda – it was one of the reasons she despised him, but also the very reason she admired him. His calculations and often ruthless ways had given her the needed means to take back what was hers. Unfortunately, those same traits had infiltrated her being and moulded her into a hardened version of herself. She had never been this cold … once.

Indirectly, the one most people knew as Satan reminded her of a time when she had been so much more warm; so much more innocent – the irony was not lost on her.

Lucifer tightened his hold above her hip, bringing her back to the present. “Watch … and see how fallen your favourite angel still is.”

It happened so quickly, she barely registered it: a flash of white teeth; movement so fast it was only a blur; buffeted black wings; a roar – tremendous, yet brief – that filled the landscape … and Abaddon had his fangs embedded in the gorilla’s artery, its large flailing body emitting no sound because the angel knew exactly where to strike.

With a gasp, Morgana turned away from the sight, leaning back into Lucifer and hating herself for it. It was a testament to how much control he had over her – how much she had had to depend on him for events to unfold as they did. The fact that now, after it all, she could not disentangle herself from his web – one she had helped him to build – was a thorn in her side.

“Does nature’s pain feel greater, or less, in this brand new world, my fairy queen?”

“You bastard,” she breathed, her voice trembling with the hit. The life-force of Tír na nÓg ran through all of the fay and through the invisible matrix that breathed energy into the cosmos. Tír na nÓg had been what came before Heaven and Hell, God being the one who had moulded it into Heaven. When a small piece of Heaven – Eden – fell to become Earth, it had brought some of the essence of Tír na nÓg with it, and all things sprung of the Earth since were connected to Tír na nÓg by default: the wild life, the plant life, and so on. All of the fay felt the connection in a very physical way – more so than any other being – for they were
made
from Tír na nÓg itself. She could tell you where a forest fire was brewing, or where a thunderstorm dominated the skies, because she felt what the Earth felt. All fairies did.