Chapter Nine

I woke up to someone humming.

A deep, rumbling hum to a song that sounded ancient and melodic. It actually felt like it was going to lull me back to sleep. I wonder who was humming? Maybe Zeke or Dustin were screwing around. I didn't bother to get up and tell them to shut up. The sound was too lovely.

Then I felt something stroking my hair. I didn't say anything at first. The strokes were gentle and quick, making me sleepier. I didn't want to move. I felt so tired. The fingers stroking my hair drifted over the back of my neck, making me feel goose bumps on my skin. They drifted further down my bare skin, along my spine, a sleepy sigh escaping my lips.

I felt like I was dreaming.

But it was so real.

The fingers stopped at the base of my spine before a hand fell down on my hip, a thumb stroking my hip bone softly.

And then everything came flooding back.

The old wing. Jeremiah's notebook. Zeke's betrayal. The demon, Asmodeus. Being locked in the room.

Panic had my eyes flying open and I whirled around to slap whatever was touching me, but Asmodeus' grip caught my wrist. I winced, glaring up at him as he sat beside me on the bed, naked as ever with a bottle of vodka in his other hand. He took a gulp from it, still holding my wrist tightly enough to bruise it.

"Let go of me." I managed, trying to fight the tremor in my voice. Asmodeus smirked, but didn't obey and only tugged harder on my wrist.

"Why? I get a better view of you this way." He commented. I frowned at him, confused, then followed his eyes as they dropped and I realized that my clothes were gone, including the blankets I'd wrapped myself up in. I was lying there, completely naked and in full view of this demon. I gasped and went to grab for the blankets, but there were none and I glared at Asmodeus for it, but he snorted.

"Don't look at me, angelus. You're the one who ruined my room while I was away. Were you lonely without me?" He asked with a wicked grin. I ground my teeth together, clenching my fist in his grip and trying to rip it away again.

"Let me go!" I barked again. Asmodeus shook his head and took another swig of vodka before setting it on the floor by the bed. He moved faster than my eyes could keep up. Within seconds, he was hovering over me, keeping me pinned on the bed with his hands on either side of my head.

I froze, staring up at him. Those cold black eyes and his black hair framing his face, the pentacles on his cheeks exactly how they were in the picture Jeremiah had drawn of him. Asmodeus smiled, that deadly secretive smile.

"Come now, angelus. Your lamia friend was right. Being chosen by me is an honor. You ought to be kissing my cock." He laughed, his eyes twinkling at the idea. I think I caught him off guard because I scoffed, making him cock a brow at me.

"Over my dead body." I seethed angrily. Asmodeus narrowed his eyes, but didn't hit me. Instead, he brushed his knuckles against my cheek tenderly as if what I said was more cute than threatening.

"You are so like him," He muttered suddenly, making me frown at the change in his tone, "You're arrogant. Cocky. Prideful. Won't Lucy be in for a surprise." He sighed and leaned in close to my face, making my breath hitch in my throat as he studied my eyes closely.

"You're the spitting image of Michael." He stated, his voice bitter and cold. I blinked in surprise.

"Michael?" I asked, confused. Asmodeus laughed in disbelief as he leaned back on his knees, putting a hand on his muscular hip.

"You're a Catholic boy and you've never heard of Michael?" He asked before laughing some more. I glared at him, propping myself up on my elbows.

"I know who he is! I just don't understand what you mean! I don't understand anything that's going on! All I know is that a bunch of guys gave me to you and you're probably going to kill me, whether you say you will or not. And you keep calling them something in Latin. What is that?" I demanded. Asmodeus' eyes seemed to twinkle with interest as he leaned forward, his face just inches from mine as he cocked his head.

"Yes. Lamia," He breathed, then sent a chill up my spine as he brought his lips to my ear, "It's Latin for vampire." I blinked, then watched him pull back, studying his strong, handsome features. There was no denying it. Asmodeus was definitely a sex god, but I wasn't about to fall for those charms. I had work of my own to do.

"Vampires," I repeated, frowning, "How? Zeke's been in the sun plenty of times." Asmodeus lifted his head as if he were proud to teach me these things.

"Sic. Vampires are also the fallen angels that were cast to earth with Lucifer, hence the term lapsus. They became vampires and my Lord, Lucifer, offered them a place amongst his new army, so long as they do him favors, of course. They joined his army. In turn, Lucifer gave them the ability to walk during the sunlight and to fight the urge to drink blood. Why do you think your Zeke was so desperate to get you here? If he didn't, his gifts would be taken away. Knowing him, he'd devour you." He explained calmly.

I stiffened at the thought. So that explained it. Zeke's uneasiness. At the same time, was that any reason to put me up for sale? I wasn't about to forgive him. I was too angry. I wanted him to suffer the way I was about to suffer.

"Stephen's also a vampire." I stated, keeping my angry thoughts to myself. Although, Asmodeus was giving me an amused stare as if he knew exactly what was going on in my head. However, instead of addressing it, he nodded to my comment.

"Sic. Stephen."

"What about the others?" I asked. Asmodeus snorted.

"Never. Your friend, Dustin. He's what you humans call a werewolf." He answered. I blinked, staring at him in disbelief.

"You're lying." I accused. Asmodeus scowled, leaning forward and taking my chin in his hand, his thumb brushing my lower lip. I tried to keep eye contact with him, unblinking, to avoid showing the fear that was rising in the pit of my stomach. He studied my face for a moment, then smiled.

"Non. Dustin is a werewolf. A purebred werewolf, as in, a straight descendent of one of the fallen angels. The angels that fell with Lucifer were each cursed differently. Vampires and werewolves were the most popular. Of course, the Japanese boy is special in his own way." He explained calmly, releasing my chin.

"How?" I asked, frowning and rubbing my arm across my chin where he touched me. Asmodeus looked at me suspiciously, despite the smirk on his face.

"My little lamb is very nosy this evening." He commented. I ground my teeth together to keep myself from answering him. I wasn't about to tell him I was going to kill them as soon as I got out of here. It would be useful to know how to kill creatures that weren't human.

"Ah," Asmodeus purred suddenly, making me frown as he cupped my cheek in his hand, his rough thumb brushing under my eye, "You have more of Michael in you than you realize, my little lamb. The vengeance in your eyes is so clear, so sweet and pungent." I grimaced, but Asmodeus laughed.

"Oh, don't worry about me, little lamb. I'm no fan of those who've fallen from grace. Fallen angels cannot be trusted, I agree. They betrayed God. They could betray us."

"What about the threat of taking their gifts away?"

"Your Zeke was almost going to risk it."

"Almost."

"Almost is too close to succession," Asmodeus replied simply, still stroking his fingers across my cheek and through my hair, "It's a risk. Of course, they make good servants. Otherwise, I'd of not gotten my hands on you."

"What's so special about me anyway? You keep comparing me to Michael. I'm not an angel." I muttered as Asmodeus smirked at the sight of my belly button piercing. He fingered the snake there for a moment before looking up past his hair at me with sharp, intelligent black eyes.

"You are the descendent of one." He answered. I almost laughed out loud, pushing his hand away from my belly button to glare at him in disbelief as he sat back, looking at me with a cocked brow.

"I am not. I come from a middle class family in Michigan. I was born in Detroit and raised in South Haven." I insisted with an eye roll. Asmodeus continued to give me a long, mildly mused stare before he scooted closer to me. He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes watching me intently now. I felt a shiver go up my spine as he stared at me. A slow smile crept across his face as he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.

"You are innocent as well. How amusing," He commented, then narrowed his eyes, "No. I assume you grew up in a home where your parents didn't pay attention to you. They never paid you any mind, found you as a hassle. They tried to move you from school to school. They worked all the time. You were alone most of your life. You started getting into trouble. It went too far, ruined your parents' reputation, so they sent you to St. Salvatore's. They never came to pick you up for Christmas or Thanksgiving or any other silly human holiday. You spent them alone in St. Salvatore's."

I didn't move. I couldn't.

He'd just described everything right to a T. My entire life was laid out before him and he was just picking out the juicy parts. His smile grew wider as he ran his fingers through my hair, then gripped it from the back tightly, pulling my head forward. I winced as he traced my lips with his thumb.

"They are not your parents, little lamb. You are a direct descendent of the Archangel Michael. Who knows? Maybe he could even be your father, if you're unfortunate enough." He admitted with a lazy shrug.

No.

That was a lie.

It was obviously a lie. My mother was a lawyer with a Porsche that she always paid more attention to. My father was a college dean with several degrees in philosophy and religion. They had great paying jobs, a nice house, a nice life and it only got better once they sent me to St. Salvatore's. That's it.

So what if Asmodeus could see my life?

So could I and I saw nothing that gave signs of Michael being related to me. How could you be related to an angel anyway?

"Simple," Asmodeus answered my thoughts, making my eyes flicker as he smirked at my reaction, "Archangels are not confined to innocence their whole life. Michael couldn't resist the temptation of another. Be it human, angel, or some other monster. Either way, he gave way to a lineage of greatness. Greatness that is required for Lucifer to make his big debut. He'll come to Earth and pick apart everything God and those archangels have created."

"Why?" I managed, feeling a shill course down my back at his words. Asmodeus laughed this time, full and hearty before he took my face in his hands again.

"For the same exact reason that you wish to kill your friends, my little lamb. Vengeance. The sweet, but bitter flavor of exacting your revenge on those who've wronged you. The unbearable agony of betrayal will drive you right to the edges of insanity. The only relief will be ruining the lives of those who've wronged you. Lucifer will make those angels suffer. He will destroy everything they've built. In the mean time, you will take apart Zeke's life. You'll rip his arms and legs off, you'll poke and prod him like a voodoo doll. And finally, you'll rip his head off and drop it at the feet of the others as a message." He explained as if it was the most exciting thing in the world.

Hell, he seemed to be getting off on it as he dipped his face close to mine, taking my lips against his.

I gasped stupidly, his tongue invading my mouth swiftly. I grabbed at his shoulders, trying to push him back, but it was useless.

He pushed me down on the bed, our lips still connected in a hot, desperate kiss. I hissed in pain as his fangs cut my lip, drawing blood that he eagerly suckled at. He trailed hot, burning kisses down my throat, making me writhe. For a second, I thought I was still trying to fight him back, but then it hit me that I wasn't fighting him, I was just writhing in unbelievable pleasure.

Everywhere he touched burned.

I felt like I was on fire, panting hard as I tipped my head back, squeezing my eyes shut. Asmodeus ran his fingers up my torso, his head lowered between my legs. He tugged at my navel piercing with his teeth, making me whimper at the stinging pain of it. He spread his hands further upwards, pushing and pinching at my nipples. His mouth engulfed me suddenly, encasing me in wet heat that made me gasp in shock.

What was this?

What was going on?

I could hardly focus on what was happening through the thick hazy fog of lust that was literally blurring my vision. I dug my nails into the sheets of the bed, moaning and squirming as he sucked me harshly, then gently, then harshly again. His tongue teased the tip of me, making me buck my hips, hitting my peak so hard, it almost hurt. I actually cried out from the force of it, arching my back and grabbing Asmodeus' hand on my chest desperately.

It happened in no less than a few minutes, but it felt like hours. My hips ached and my stomach felt like it'd sank lower into me as I lay there, panting. Asmodeus sat up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he smirked at me, tongue flicking across his lips.

"My, my. So fast. You really are a virgin. Haven't you ever jacked off, little lamb?" He asked with a laugh. I felt heat scald my cheeks as I realized what just happened. And the worst part was that it started out as me fighting him back, but ended in me melting under his touch.

He really was an incubus and now I just felt flat out scared of him.

"Get away from me." I managed, backing up toward the headboard. Asmodeus smirked, reaching out and catching me off guard as he grabbed me by the throat. I choked, reaching up to grab at his wrist as he clenched his fingers around my neck, nails digging into my skin.

"You better get used to this, little lamb. It's going to get worse and worse every time we're together. I'll only leave it at this now, but when I come back, I'll be playing with you even more. And I'll spend hours torturing you. Everywhere," He pinched my nipple, making me gasp, but he only squeezed his other hand around my throat tighter, making me choke, "And I'll be pulling on your cute little piercing here. I'll bite you. I'll suck you. I'll tear you into quivering little pieces until you're so addicted to me that when I start to ignore you, you'll go insane and beg for me to take you."

I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as Asmodeus leaned in, capturing my lips in a rough kiss before he let go of me. I gasped for air, falling back against the sheets as Asmodeus slid off the bed, stretching and glancing at the ceiling.

"Mmm... It's almost six. Pity." He muttered, heading for the door. I sat up, starting to go for the door as well, but Asmodeus looked at me with a smirk, making me stop in the middle of the bed.

"Not yet, little lamb. I don't trust you enough to let you out. You'll run away." He responded, eyes glowing threateningly, daring me to take another step toward him. I ground my teeth together for a moment, when an idea hit me.

"I'm hungry." I blurted. Asmodeus blinked, looking confused for a split second before he cursed under his breath, then scowled at me.

"I forgot you eat." He muttered. I glared at him and he glared back for a while before looking away with a sigh.

"All right, but you can't socialize and just for emphasis on that, I have an idea." He agreed, then came over to the bed. I reeled back on instinct, but he grabbed my arm anyway, twisting me off the bed and dragging me behind him as he opened the door. I winced, trying to jerk my arm out of his grasp, but it was like trying to break free of concrete.

He opened the door and stepped out, pulling me behind him. I gasped a little as the cold air outside hit me and I remembered I was naked.

"Wait! I can't! I need clothes!" I protested, trying to cover myself with my free hand, still jerking at his grip in an attempt to use my other hand for cover, but Asmodeus tightened so hard that my wrist was turning purple now.

"Not around me, you don't." Asmodeus responded nonchalantly as he led me into the chamber, closing the heavy door behind him. He scanned either side of the room, as if trying to figure out which door led in the correct direction. In the mean time, I kept jerking at his grip, wishing I had fingernails to claw at him.

I'd always hate myself for breaking my nails.

He finally wheeled us toward one of the doors on the left, dragging me along behind him. I didn't even get to jerk out of his grip, he just carted me like luggage. He opened the door, almost ripping it off its hinges as he peered inside, then sighed.

"I've not been summoned in so long, I can't even remember where the fucking food is stored." He complained, making me glare at him past my hair in disgust.

"You can tell whether it's night or day outside from an encased room, but you can't find the cafeteria?" I demanded mockingly. Asmodeus glared at me, giving my arm a sharp jerk that almost ripped my arm out of its socket, making me hiss in pain past clenched teeth.

"Little lamb should be quiet before I make him into a gyro." He snapped, making me tilt my head in annoyed confusion before he turned for one of the other doors, shrugging. I yelped as I almost fell on the floor, which would've torn my knees up badly. Part of me wishes I didn't catch my balance. Maybe if I was wounded, he wouldn't do something to me. But survival skills told me not to bother.

I nibbled my lower lip as Asmodeus grabbed another door handle and opened it. Inside was a small cafe looking room. A couple of tables were set up with a bar that was already laid out with a variety of food.

Unfortunately, the room wasn't empty. I held my breath, feeling my face turn entirely red as the members of Asmodeus' sadistic cult looked up. Zeke was sitting at one of the furthest tables, staring at a smoothie in front of him before he looked up and saw me. He paled. Dustin, who sat beside him, frowned instantly, but said nothing.

Abel and Akira were sitting together at a table with Cain sitting on their table, his legs crossed as he balanced a mug of coffee on his knee.

Stephen was the only one that didn't seem to be present.

"Greetings, lapsus. I should hope there's something to eat. You could've reminded me that the angelus eats." Asmodeus drawled, glaring at them as if it was there fault. I tried to step behind Asmodeus to avoid being seen anymore, but it was impossible. They'd seen plenty and I think the rest of my dignity was just flushed down the toilet.

"Certainly," Cain answered with a shrug, gesturing to the bar, "There's plenty of food. We just borrowed some from the kitchen. Some bullshit excuse like health inspection." The other boys chuckled. Asmodeus rolled his eyes, then started forward, streaking across the room, not a care in the world that he was sporting a hard on either.

What did he have to be ashamed of anyway?

Asmodeus was a god. A demon. His body was made up of thick muscles that rippled and bunched whenever he moved, hair in all the right places, and a confidence level that matched perfectly. The aura radiating off him dared anyone to make fun of him.

I, on the other hand, wasn't built like that. I had only managed a lean body, with hardly any muscle, but no fat either. Yet I wasn't perfectly built like Asmodeus was and I was far more self-conscious about the fact that my body was still smaller than Asmodeus', in a lot of places.

However, no one mentioned anything about it. It was like they were afraid Asmodeus would kill them if they laughed at me. I was partially grateful, but from their judging stares, I knew they were thinking anything they wanted about me.

I glanced over at Zeke, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was staring at his smoothie again, intently as if he were fighting the urge to look. I felt my cheeks get hotter before I looked away and Asmodeus grabbed a plate, studying it for a second, then shrugged. He just grabbed random handfuls of food, then dropped them on the plate before he grabbed me by the back of the neck.

I hissed past clenched teeth as he led me straight to Zeke's table.

No.

God, this guy was sadistic.

I kept utterly silent, as did Zeke and Dustin when Asmodeus shoved me down in a seat across from Zeke, eyes avoiding me the entire time. Asmodeus smirked, leaning on the back of my chair, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger, making me twitch at the contact.

"Eat, little lamb. You'll only get so much food in one day." He crooned, but he was watching Zeke intensely, smirking as he waited for Zeke to react to his positioning. Zeke ground his teeth together and started to get up, but Asmodeus cleared his throat sternly, making Zeke go still.

"Sit, lamia. I did this on purpose for my enjoyment." He commanded in a tone that dared Zeke to question him. Zeke hesitated, looking anywhere, but at me before he sat back down in his seat stiffly. Dustin grimaced, glancing at him and shifting uncomfortably. Asmodeus smiled, giving me a smack in the back of the head to urge me to eat.

"What's the matter, lupinotuum? You're usually so spunky." He said to Dustin, who surprised me by laughing like he used to.

"Of course I am. I'm just tired today. Yesterday night kept me up past dawn." He added in a friendly tone, though, his eyes continued to ignore me and went to Asmodeus, who shrugged and waved it off.

"Twas worth it." He replied, giving Dustin a wicked grin.

I ignored their useless conversation, picking up one of the rolls that was slightly smooshed from Asmodeus' grip. I brought it to my mouth and nibbled, afraid there'd be something wrong with it before I peeked past my hair at Zeke.

He just sat there, his eyes shut tightly as if he were trying to block out the world. I could see his muscles flexing, an angry tic forming in his jaw. I frowned. For some reason, I whipped my roll at him, hitting him in the forehead. He winced and his eyes snapped open angrily at me.

"Why aren't you looking at me, Zeke?" I demanded mockingly. Zeke glared, but he had trouble doing so for very long and avoided my eyes again. He stayed silent, so I threw a handful of beans at him. He flinched again, trying to remain calm as they stained his shirt and fell on the table in front of him, but I could see it was pissing him off.

Good.

But we weren't even just yet.

A little voice in my head told me to stop. You're doing exactly what Asmodeus was saying. You're going to end up just like Lucifer if you keep this up. You should be focusing on an escape right now, not getting revenge! Escape first!

"Stop playing with your food, little lamb." Asmodeus scolded emptily with a grin flashed at Zeke before Asmodeus struck up a conversation with Cain. I rolled my eyes at his false scold.

He hates the fallen angels, yet he talks to them like co-workers.

Well, I suppose they were co-workers in a way...

I looked back at Zeke, who sat there stiffly. I narrowed my eyes, clenching my fists under the table. Dustin sighed aloud, rubbing his temples, casting me a quick glance before looking away again, a frown working its way onto his face.

"Cut it out, Matty--"

"Don't call me that." I snapped angrily. He wasn't my friend anymore and I didn't want him calling me that. Dustin frowned further, then smacked his hand on the table, obviously fed up.

"Quit being a brat. Zeke didn't have a choice. If he--"

"Shut up, Dustin," Zeke spoke up suddenly, his voice tight, "It doesn't matter. What's done is done and I wouldn't take back anything I did if I had the chance." Dustin grimaced, but obeyed him and sat back in his seat, trying to get sucked into Asmodeus and Cain's conversation. I glared at Zeke, who looked at the table with a stony expression.

"Look at me." I seethed, narrowing my eyes. Zeke didn't move, just stared at the table stoically.

"Zeke, look at me. You owe me at least that." I ordered, struggling to keep my voice from breaking; whether out of anger or hurt, I wasn't sure. Zeke hesitated, then slowly lifted his cold blue eyes so they locked with mine. We just stared at each other for a while, not saying a word with the only sounds coming from the other guys in the room.

"Open your mouth." I ordered after a moment. Zeke looked at me in confusion for a while, then seemed to understand why. He frowned, but parted his lips, using his finger to pull back his upper lip. Sure enough, just like Stephen, a pair of sleek white fangs dripped with saliva before he closed his mouth again.

"Asmodeus told you." He stated, expression cold. I glared at him, feeling a muscle twitch in my jaw.

"Obviously. The guy who's supposed to be the bad guy tells me everything for some reason, while the bad guy who's supposed to be the good guy won't say a word." I responded icily. Zeke gritted his teeth, his fangs showing for a moment before he scowled.

"Then he told you why I had to do it."

"And it was a pretty selfish reason."

"It is not. I didn't do it for myself."

"What the hell are you talking about? You gave me up so you could walk around in daisy fields in the sunlight and not have to drink blood. If that's not selfish, then what is?" I demanded angrily, fed up with his attempt to appear like the victim. At least he had his fucking clothes on. Zeke glared at me heatedly.

"Is that what he told you?" He demanded in return, his voice low. I tsked, scrunching my nose up in disgust at him.

"Yes. It sounds pretty logical to me." I answered with a snort. Zeke scowled, smacking his hands down on the table, pushing himself up, now glaring at me fully.

"I did it because if I hadn't, yes. They would take those gifts away from me. Had they done that, I would've killed you. I would be locked in my room with you and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from bleeding you dry. You're safer with Asmodeus than you would be with me if I had lost my gifts." He snapped angrily. I felt my cheeks get hot, but I was getting more pissed off the more he talked.

"Safer with him?! I'm safer with a fucking rabid bear with both my legs broken! I'd rather take my chances with you!" I yelled angrily, my voice breaking for a split second. I didn't dare break my glare, though.

"You're so fucking cocky!" Zeke snarled back, baring his fangs threateningly. It sent a chill through me, goose bumps creeping across my skin.

"Oi," Asmodeus' voice practically shook the room at first, making Zeke plop back into his seat, "Quit your shrieking fest. Eat, little lamb, or I'll take away those privileges and you can starve for today. As for you, lamia, do you want me to break your legs and stuff you in a cage with that rabid bear? I have no qualms in doing so."

"I have classes to attend." Zeke growled under his breath at last, shooting to his feet and heading for the door. Dustin sighed miserably and got up, going after him. Asmodeus smirked, watching them leave.

"Oi, lapsus!" He called innocently. Zeke and Dustin stopped; Dustin turning to look at Asmodeus, but Zeke still giving us his back.

"When I'm finished, I may let you take a peek and see just how delectable this angelus can be." Asmodeus practically sang out, laughing afterwards. I saw Zeke clench his fists, then burst out of the room, storming out with Dustin at his heels. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving me alone to stare at my food.

I know I was a jerk to him.

I couldn't help it.

He gave me away to this sadistic pervert. He deserved more than just a few mental jabs, he deserved a big smack across the face with a chair. Unfortunately, despite all of that, I felt suddenly lonely without him or Dustin here.

I sat there for a while, my appetite gone, but I forced myself to eat anyway as I'd need the strength later. I picked up the utensils and started eating, then paused, staring at the fork and knife before glancing at Asmodeus, who started chatting with the other fallen angels again.

I looked back at utensils, frowning. I had nowhere to hide them... But...

I could do it now.

I could just whip around and stab him right now. Plunge the knife into the back of his neck and the fork into the tendon between his shoulder and throat. I bit my lower lip, holding the knife and fork in my hands tightly.

Just do it, Matt! Quick! Stab him and run!

Even as I thought, even though I had planned to kill the other fallen angels, my hands were trembling.

Do it!

Kill him!

I gritted my teeth, feeling the tears burning the backs of my eyes. It would be quick. Just whip around and stab him. Jam it deep into the back of his throat, then run for the door.

"What do you plan to do with those, little lamb?" Asmodeus' voice was right in my ear. I froze as Asmodeus wrapped his hands around mine, changing the position of the knife so it was pointed at my throat with the fork pointed at the tendon between my shoulder and neck. I felt him smile against my ear, my breath catching in my throat.

"Was it something like this? Did you plan to stab me and make a run for the door?" He murmured, his tongue slipping into the curves of my ear, making me shudder and gasp. He smirked against my ear, then rose to his feet, taking the knife and fork with him as he handed them to Abel, who took them with a nod.

"He's not allowed to be around sharp objects anymore... Of course, he's hardly a threat with them," He admitted after a short pause, then grinned at me, "Maybe you aren't related to Michael. He wouldn't have hesitated to kill me. Then again, a simple human weapon can't kill me, my little lamb."

He glanced at the other fallen angels, who shared looks before looking at me. I just sat there stiffly, glaring at my plate of food before I threw it off the table angrily, watching it scatter and throw food everywhere.

"I think it's time we return to our room." Asmodeus decided with a smirk, then grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me up out of my seat. My cheeks darkened when Cain's eyes landed on my naked body. He flicked his tongue over his lip, smirking. Tobias and Roy reacted in the same manner while Abel and Akira just stared intently. Daniel merely frowned, but stared anyway while Jason smirked, folding his arms over his chest.

I ground my teeth together as Asmodeus led me to the door by my throat, slamming the door shut behind us. I was about to wrench myself away, but Asmodeus was one step ahead of me. He switched his grip and caught me around the waist, heaving me up under his arm. I gasped and clawed at him angrily.

"Let me go! Put me down!" I yelled hatefully, gasping as he pinched me in the process of carrying me to the door that led to his room.

"Once we arrive in the room, little lamb." Asmodeus promised simply. I scowled, kicking and writhing to escape.

"No! Get off me!"

"How feisty. We're certainly going to have a fun, fun time together for the rest of eternity, my little lamb."