Full Summary: One cold, rainy night a woman is found passed out in the fields around the fortress. Her beauty is divine and her powers unknown. They are coming for her, but are they friends or enemies? Maybe both. Now the Lords of the Underworld are bound to face the consequences. Looks like trouble is their theme song. Or... Can that woman help them?

Place: Budapest

Main Characters: Torin Lord, keeper of the Demon High Lord of Disease and Cameo Lord, keeper of the Demon High Lord of Misery

Custom Characters: Leilah the Demon Tamer, Sybilla the Prophetess, Cynthia the Alchemist, as well as the rest of The Elite Guard. Also, the warriors Tariq, Eamen...

Time: Set after The Darkest Surrender

*I don't own anything except for the plot and my custom characters. Everything else belongs to the awesome Gina Showalter*

Even though I wish I had Torin... *sigh*... Black Plague or not...

Announcement: I haven't read The darkest seduction yet. So, if anybody could enlighten me about some events mostly about Torin or Cameo, I would build them a shrine or something. I beg of you.

Even though I read that Torin and Cameo aren't going to end up together, I remain a great fan of the pair, so I couldn't resist.


3-22-12: Attention please. I've finally gotten my hands (well, and eyes) on The Darkest Seduction since when I posted this, so let's say we somehow magically transport to:

Time: Set after the Darkest Seduction

Place: The realm of Blood and Shadow, since the Lords have moved there.

Okay okay. I'm out. Review and let me know what you think.


"So beautiful a thing seems immoral being bait" Cameo noted with a hum. Her eyebrows were furrowed together, and Torin had to confess she was beautiful even if she didn't realize it. He made a mental note to fix that in the near future. He turned his gaze at the body Strider had lifted against his chest, and swallowed back a gasp.

It was just him, Strider, Cameo and Kaia in the fortress. He spotted movement outside, and Defeat had gone to check on it along with Cameo. "She was unconscious when we found her" Strider said. "I might not like having to chain so beautiful a thing, like darling Cameo rightly put it" there was the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice "but I will"

"Is there anything else out there? We didn't catch movement" Cameo asked, the question towards Torin this time. He shook his head.

Indeed, the girl was beautiful. In fact she probably was too beautiful; so much that is should be forbidden. Her skin was the purest white, her cheeks the slightest pink. Her hair fell down in a tangled mess of white-blonde, but that only added in the innocence of her appearance.

Damned hunters. This was probably the reason they had chosen to send her; because really, who would harm such a creature? She was even clad in a light-blue dress, reminding Torin of the hymens so famous in ancient Greece. Only it was made of light blue silk and matching lace, and had a slit that rode the length of her thigh. Around her waist lay a leather belt, with hooks and weapons: throwing stars, a dagger, a wipe…

"Heavens" he muttered, driving a hand through his hair. "I'll keep an eye 'till she wakes up"

"You do that" he heard Strider's response, but he had already turned to head back in his room, Cameo close behind him. Dangerously close if you ask him. But then again, she was the only one he had allowed that close, hell even closer, through the years.

It wasn't like the risk was even less, or that he didn't care about her; opposite. He cared deeply for her. That was why he wouldn't be able to send her on her way. Okay, maybe he was fooling himself. He was too selfish, too desperate for what was going on with her once his door was locked.

He was only too afraid of the moment his control would slip and he would give into those urges… Oh, the urge to grab her, pull her close to his burning flesh and never let go, to taste the sweet junction between her legs…

He plopped down on his desk chair, as she closed and locked the door. Once she turned around he noticed she was biting down hard on her bottom lip. There might even be the slightest hint of blood. What was this about?

"Cameo?" he asked with concern. How he wanted to stride to her and pull her in his arms, comfort her, tell her that everything was going to be okay; needed to. He knew she was crying at night, alone, in her room. He had gotten a glimpse of her eyes red and puffy in the morning.

She wasn't weak, if anything. She was a warrior to the core, strong and powerful, but a living being and a woman no less. Everyone had weaknesses, and Torin knew that perfectly well. And above all these, Misery was tormenting her at every minute of her every day.

Infect…

Ugh. Talk about tormenting. No, I thought we had that cleared.

Disease always reacted like that around Cameo, probably because he felt how eager Torin was, and how helpless against her. But he wasn't going to surrender to the stupid bastard of a demon.

Still there was no talking, no movement from her; only more chewing.

"Cam, talk to me. You know you can tell me everything. Is it Misery again?"

"Well, it's always her. Though, no. I dunno… that girl…" oh, Gods. So that was what this was about? Heavens help him, Torin had very little experience with women; nonexistent even.

"Your beauty-

"Yeah, right. I'm neither a fool nor blind…"

"Apparently you are a fool" he stared at her slightly amused. She stared back outrageously. "Just walk in the bathroom and take a look at the mirror. Undress if you have to"

Cameo, keeper of Misery, could hardly believe he had just said that. How could he? They had just seen a living being probably more beautiful than Aphrodite herself, Goddess of Love.

She had never, not once, felt self-conscious of her appearance. And much more when it came down to Torin. He had seen her stripped down to nothing, lain on his bed, with the most intimate parts of her body exposed to him. Here in this very room she had moved her own hands all over her burning flesh, trying to relieve the ache his burning gaze left on her.

How she wished it had been his hands caressing her, his tongue sucking on her and his body clinging to hers.

It can never happen, and you know it.

Misery. How she hated the she-demon at times like these.

"She just looks so pure and delicate that…" she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. She hated herself even more that she was indeed voicing those fears. She kept fighting so hard to stand her ground next to all the other male warriors over the years that now felt like losing ground.

No. Not with Torin. She couldn't stand it with him. More than anyone it was him she needed to respect her, to see her strength. Vulnerability was not an option.

"See?" he asked, more like stated. There was that glimmer in his emerald eyes again that sought 'fuck me'. Well, at least to her. "You said it yourself. She looks fragile while you, Cameo, are solid and strong. Please, don't ever doubt yourself. Promise me"

By the time he finished, his chest was heaving and his hands clenched to fists. Really, she had the same urge to stride where he sat and place her knees on either side of his hips, her sex rubbing against his erection, its head straining past the waistband of his pants.

She nodded, not really capable of anything else. "Enough with talking" she managed out in a chocked whisper. Her fingers curled around the edge of her shirt and she lifted it over her head and off. Her own breathing was hard by now.

"That's my girl" he muttered a little breathless and gulped hard resting his gaze on her chest. She knew he was trying to mask the reactions their encounters brought out of him, and he probably was doing a good job, but she could see under that mask; right through him.

She wanted to believe it wasn't just because of Misery's ability to find out about everyone's weakness right away, with only eye-contact needed. She wanted to believe that it was because she could read him.

And at the same time she wished that he wouldn't be able to see how much effect he had on her, how eager she was for what took place here just as he was, or how he had begun to grow in her. Because yes, she realized with dread, he had grown to mean so much more to her during the past months than a friend –with benefits, if that's so- should.

Gods, why did everything have to be so complicated?

She noticed his gaze was intensely focused on her. She angled her body and bent down to unbuckle her boots, her hair falling all over her face, giving him a nice view of her backside. First boot she tossed at him, hitting him straight on his chest. "I don't see you undressing" she said, her voice husky. She straightened, tossing the other boot on the floor and flipping her dark mass of hair over one shoulder. She hooked her fingers at the waist of her jeans.

"I could be" he said lifting a dark eyebrow and tossing her words right back at her. Smart-ass. She smirked, unfastening her jeans and pulling them down. One by one she discarded the knives from her thighs and threw them on the floor. Not once did he tear his gaze away from her.

"Now, be a good boy and I might just let you keep the panties" that was if you could call them that, of course. It was scraps of lace that left a little less than half of the ass to the partner's imagination. Okay, to be fair it was a fine set, and the bra even complemented her small breasts. It fit her body perfectly, and strangely enough he knew. He had been the one to buy it.

He groaned and his eyes sparkled at her offer.

He did as he was said. His shirt was off in an instant, as well as his gloves. Despite all his centuries away from the battlefield and the years in front of a heck of monitors his figure would never cease to take her breath away. She only wished she could brush her fingers over the tight muscles of his arms and stomach as well as his tattoo stretching out on his abs. Ugh…

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slid down her shoulders to land on the floor. His gaze didn't follow the way down. Instead, it locked on her exposed breasts. She silently wished they were fuller.

He discarded his pants and a gasp left her lips, gaze locking on his erection. If only she could take him in her mouth, give him pleasure he had never experienced before… She cupped her own breasts. "Tell me everything you want to do to me" she let out breathlessly.

And he did, oh, didn't he?

Her hands rubbed her breasts. Her nails pinched her nipples. In her fantasies, her hands were replaced by his hands working her on, his teeth scraping her skin, biting her beaded nipples. It went on until she nearly couldn't take it any longer. He demanded for her to lie back on the bed and she found herself unable to care that he was indeed ordering her around. It turned her on even farther. She let her panties slip on the floor and only for that moment she registered his feverish gaze. Gods. The emotion in there was nearly too much to take.

She complied, feeling the cold covers against the heated skin of her back. Her fingers traveled further down her body, parting her folds, finding the juncture of her ache. She was dripping wet at the moment, and her fingers slipped inside easily. She moaned and closed her eyes unable to take in the look on his face. It was almost pained, and Misery kicked in. She always did at moments like these.

Cameo knew very well the urges he had to walk up to her and make all the things he said reality. She knew he wanted to taste her everywhere, to nip her lips until they were swollen and bleeding… to trace his tongue where she needed him the most until she came… to pin her down and take her hard until she screamed.

…Because she wanted the same things.

But that perfection would never be theirs. She wanted to punch Misery right in the face even though that thought hadn't been pushed in her mind by the demon. It had been hers and only hers, as she continued pumping her fingers in her core.

A single tear made its way down her cheek but she didn't bother to wipe it away.