Page 32 of The First Seal
I don't like the fact that another man makes her smile like that. I should be the only one who can make her smile like that. She is mine. I will not share her with anyone. What's so special about this Niko guy anyway. Well, if I have time, I'm going to look into him while she is out.
I didn't even notice that she was already fully dressed and standing in front of me with her hand on my chest.
"Onyx, are you okay?" She asks with concern written all over her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just had an idea about who might have taken your sister. I'll look into it while you're gone." I reply bluntly.
"Okay, well Vee is gonna be here in like five minutes so we can get to the game on time.” She says.
The guys have already left by the time Ember and I get downstairs. Vee is standing by the door on her phone. Ember runs over to her, grabs her hand, and pulls her out the door.
"Let's get going. I am so excited to see Niko again. Bye On-." She is out the door and closes it behind her before I can even say good-bye.
"What the fuck was that about?" I say to myself.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a water and head into the at home gym that's at the back of the house. I need to get this jealous rage out of my system before I do something fucking stupid and make her hate me.
In the gym, I connect my phone to the speakers and blast Sleep Token’s The Summoning and start punching the shit out of the punching bag in the back left corner of the gym. I need to get my rage under control so I don't go full demon form. That's one thing I don't wanna do while in the mortal realm. I am about nine feet tall in my demon form with a wingspan of eight feet, and my long black horns are about two feet in length. Plus, my eyes turn pale green, including the whites. I doubt I would go unnoticed if the mailman happens to stop by.
Trying not to focus on how excited my Little Siren was to be going to see another man. I start hitting the punching bag harder and harder as I imagine Ember and Niko in an embrace.
"Mother Fucker!" I growl with one final punch that breaks the bag in half and sends filling flying all around me.
"Lucifer, fuck me sideways." I say panting heavily.
After I get the mess all cleaned up and the bag thrown in the trash. I shoot a text to Blaze asking him to pick up a new punching bag. Since I broke this one.
I go to the office to grab my bag full of cameras, then I start setting them all up. I have a shit ton on the inside of the mansion. I ended up putting one in every room, and in some rooms, I put two to get a different angle. I want to be able to see when and who all enters this house. As well as when and who all leaves. I then reinstall up all of the cameras that are around the property and on the outside of the house. After, I finally have that all done, I go back into the office to clear off all of the bookshelves so I can set up the monitors there. Once everything is done and working correctly, I look at my phone to see that it has been four and a half hours since I started.
Checking my tracking app that I have on Ember's phone to see where she is. I noticed they left the baseball field an hour ago and are at the bar down the street.
"Why the fuck do baseball games take so fucking long." I hissed.
"Okay so they had bar food for dinner and a few drinks. She should be getting home within the next hour." I say out loud to reassure myself that it is nothing more than just old friends reconnecting.
"Satan, help me. I hope that's all this is." I say to myself, rubbing my hands down my face, feeling my fingernails growing longer and my hands getting larger. I decide to just go up and shower to cool myself off.
While I was in the shower, I had a background check running on Niko Kekoa. After I was done, I went and checked to see if the background check was done. But, all I found out was that he is from California and moved to Seattle when he was nine years old and then back to California when he was eighteen years old on a baseball scholarship. Finally, settled in Seattle at the age of twenty-five. Was in foster care for a bit but then was living with the Hart family. Only ever had three DUIs. I wrote everything about him down.
"So there is fucking nothing on him."
"Fuuucckk, he is just fucking perfect." I growl.
Well, he seems harmless, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want MY Little Siren. He has probably had a crush on her for years, and now that he is a major baseball player, he thinks he is good enough for her. With his hot ass body, smug smile, and his professional baseball player finesse. He can pull any chick that he wants. Why does he have to go for what is mine? Mr. I think I'm perfect and can have her now.
"Well. FUCK NO. You're not good enough there buddy. She. Is. Mine. And. Only. Mine." I let an eerie growl roll out my throat.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I hear and when I turn around there stands Blaze with the new punching bag.
"She is still at the bar with him." I grumble out through clenched teeth at Blaze.
Chapter twenty-one
Aspen
"Do you have any clue what demon Damien Orlov is yet?" I ask our long time friend Asmodeus as I pace back and forth. We arrived over four hours ago at Ozzy's nightclub here in Hell. Lustful has been the most popular nightclub down here for millennia. Ozzy is a lustful bastard himself. This club is where we all found out our kinks when we first died.
Asmodeus is known in Hell as the King of the sin Lust. He is a six foot ten, incubus. Ozzy has curly, jet black, shoulder length hair with white ends. Everyone wants his wings and horns because his wings are bat-like, and the bone structure line is black, and then it fades from dark gray to white on the ends; his horns are all white, but the tips are black. He has the most stunning and hypnotic all white eyes; a close shave of black facial hair framing his perfect jawline. Ozzy is built with muscles on muscles, an eight pack abs, and apparently a twelve inch cock that is three and a half inches wide, with a Jacobs ladder piercing that marks each inch. I don't know about that last one, but that is what has been said by plenty of his daily pets.