Chapter Three: The Real Darkness
(a month later, Darkness' POV)
I found her huddled up, exhausted and sleeping, near one of the unattended fires. Her wings were crumpled, the thin bones broken in several places. Her pale, white cheeks were flushed with fever, and her lips were parted slightly as she tried to take a breath. She was ill, and in serious pain. She was screwed if I didn't help her. I was, am, and probably always will be a softy for that beautiful face.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my palace, all the while thinking of what I'd do with her. She belonged to my father, really, but my father had said that, if anyone found her, he'd give the finder whatever they wanted. I wanted something all right. I wanted her. She had haunted my dreams since I'd first laid eyes on her, and now she was in my arms. Now, she was in my power. And I didn't know what I'd do with her.
Oh, of course, I knew what I wanted to do with her. I wanted to kiss her, touch her, take her. And yet, part of me was holding back. Part of me didn't want to do any of these things without her permission. I didn't know why, and didn't care. These inhibitions were making me angry.
"Mmm..." she murmured against my chest, stirring. I whispered a spell to send her to sleep. I didn't want her repelled by my appearance, so like my father's. I knew how much she hated my father. Upon her awakening, I would make sure she didn't hate me.
I watched her open her eyes, groggy. She was lying on a bed I'd conjured just for her, a four-poster of ebony and black steel, with black lace curtains and black satin sheets. She looked so... hot, just lying there, her scarlet gown in tatters, her chest rising and falling slowly, just awakening from slumber. I was suddenly overcome with need for her.
"Where am I?" Her voice was no longer soft and sensual, but thin and breathy. She was sicker than I imagined.
"You are in my palace."
"Who are you?"
"I am the son of Satan."
"Not Damien."
"Darkness."
"Your father's namesake."
"Yes."
"What do you want?" I pondered the question. What did I want? To make her well again. But also, I wanted desperately to fuck her. My body was throbbing with need for the slender succubus lying so vulnerable to me. All I had to do was pin her to the bed, mesmerize her with my cat-like green eyes, and... but I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not to Ravyn.
"If you'll protect me from Lucifer and Damien, and that whelp Alexander..." I chuckled.
"What will you give for this sanctuary I could provide?" I heard a tremor in her voice as she replied, "I don't have anything... you can sleep with me if you want to." At that, I pulled the curtain aside and sat next to her on the edge of the bed. She didn't have the strength to move away from me, but her gorgeous eyes went wide with sudden fear.
"I am Darkness. The beast of my father to my brother's... demon." Her eyes cleared. "Do not move." I bent my head and kissed her petal-soft lips with mine, and she did not try to get away. She even kissed me back.
(a month later, Darkness' POV)
I found her huddled up, exhausted and sleeping, near one of the unattended fires. Her wings were crumpled, the thin bones broken in several places. Her pale, white cheeks were flushed with fever, and her lips were parted slightly as she tried to take a breath. She was ill, and in serious pain. She was screwed if I didn't help her. I was, am, and probably always will be a softy for that beautiful face.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my palace, all the while thinking of what I'd do with her. She belonged to my father, really, but my father had said that, if anyone found her, he'd give the finder whatever they wanted. I wanted something all right. I wanted her. She had haunted my dreams since I'd first laid eyes on her, and now she was in my arms. Now, she was in my power. And I didn't know what I'd do with her.
Oh, of course, I knew what I wanted to do with her. I wanted to kiss her, touch her, take her. And yet, part of me was holding back. Part of me didn't want to do any of these things without her permission. I didn't know why, and didn't care. These inhibitions were making me angry.
"Mmm..." she murmured against my chest, stirring. I whispered a spell to send her to sleep. I didn't want her repelled by my appearance, so like my father's. I knew how much she hated my father. Upon her awakening, I would make sure she didn't hate me.
I watched her open her eyes, groggy. She was lying on a bed I'd conjured just for her, a four-poster of ebony and black steel, with black lace curtains and black satin sheets. She looked so... hot, just lying there, her scarlet gown in tatters, her chest rising and falling slowly, just awakening from slumber. I was suddenly overcome with need for her.
"Where am I?" Her voice was no longer soft and sensual, but thin and breathy. She was sicker than I imagined.
"You are in my palace."
"Who are you?"
"I am the son of Satan."
"Not Damien."
"Darkness."
"Your father's namesake."
"Yes."
"What do you want?" I pondered the question. What did I want? To make her well again. But also, I wanted desperately to fuck her. My body was throbbing with need for the slender succubus lying so vulnerable to me. All I had to do was pin her to the bed, mesmerize her with my cat-like green eyes, and... but I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not to Ravyn.
"If you'll protect me from Lucifer and Damien, and that whelp Alexander..." I chuckled.
"What will you give for this sanctuary I could provide?" I heard a tremor in her voice as she replied, "I don't have anything... you can sleep with me if you want to." At that, I pulled the curtain aside and sat next to her on the edge of the bed. She didn't have the strength to move away from me, but her gorgeous eyes went wide with sudden fear.
"I am Darkness. The beast of my father to my brother's... demon." Her eyes cleared. "Do not move." I bent my head and kissed her petal-soft lips with mine, and she did not try to get away. She even kissed me back.