Page 121 of Satan's Priest
Our love story was fucked up. What girl in her right mind would fall for the demons who killed her in the beginning? I wasn’t normal, but I embraced my weird because these two men might have killed me from the start, but they breathed life into me at the end.
EPILOGUE - GRACE
I crept into our dark bedroom, walking on tippy toes to keep as quiet as possible. Lucien was fast asleep, lying on his back with his arms beneath his head. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath. He released a little snort, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing like a schoolgirl.
I peeked over my shoulder. Daiman stood in the darkened doorway, watching me as I prepared to visit Lucien’s dreams. I’d been practicing as much as I could, but it had been a little tricky for me to move my consciousness into theirs. Daiman had been showing me how to do it for months, but I kept getting stuck.
I slipped onto the bed and carefully crawled over Lucien, straddling his lap. His tattoos were darker, thanks to the shadows in the room. I traced my finger over one of them. It was a newer one he’d added recently. Little sinner.
“Close your eyes and focus your energy into Lucien’s,”Daiman whispered into my mind.
I did as he said and focused on the thread that joined us. I clenched my eyelids, dots popping behind my closed eyes as I guided myself through the thread and into Lucien.
“Good girl,”Daiman cooed in my head.
I stood in our kitchen, Lucien’s back facing me. He softly sang as he tinkered with something on the counter.
“Lucien,” I called.
As he turned his head to look at me, I used my succubus-weaving abilities and popped into the hallway.
“Lucien,” I sang, drawing him to me.
His footsteps came closer. “Grace?”
As I used my powers to pop into a different room, everything changed, and I stood in the church I was murdered in. I raised my head. The lights were off, and only the burning candles pierced the darkness.
Shadows slithered along the walls and ceiling. The painting on the ceiling moved like a silent film. The demon fucked the crying woman, who tried to mask her pleasure as she continued to sob. The mixture of blood and her cum painted his dick and gathered at the base before dripping down his heavy balls.
“Grace.” Lucien’s voice echoed, sounding as if he stood on a cliff and I was at the bottom.
The candles flickered, then flared higher with awhoosh. Fingers dragged across my bare shoulder and down my arm. I turned around but found no one.
“Little sinner,” Lucien sang. This time, he sounded closer.
I turned the other way, spotting a large humanoid shadow disappearing into the hallway. My feet moved before I could decide if I wanted to follow it.
“Little sinnerrrrr,” Lucien purred.
“This isn’t fair, Loosh.” I bit my bottom lip, smiling at the sound of his nickname on my tongue. He didn’t like it when Daiman called him that, but he never had a problem when I did.
“I don’t play fair,” he whispered into my ear.
I whirled around and huffed when I found nothing but shadows.
“Where are you?” I called.
“Here.”
I turned to the left and found nothing.
“Here,” he whispered.
More darkness met me as I turned again. “Seriously, Lucien!” I whined and went down the hallway. I found myself standing in the main area of the church where our game had begun.
“I’m here,” he murmured again.
I turned, expecting more nothing, but jumped when I saw him standing on the dais, wearing his mask and robe. His skin was painted black with white bones. He curled his lips into a feral smile.