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I hop out of the bed and reposition Jessica's body, hanging her head off the edge of the mattress, her legs pointing in Itha’s direction. He’s biting his lip, gently caressing her stomach, looking at me with a question in his eyes. I flash my teeth, grab Jess’s head, and slip my cock past her plump lips.

“Fuck her with me,” I say softly, the sharpest edge of my lust somewhat blunted.

Eager to please, Ithuriel pulls Jess’ lower body onto his lap, splitting her legs on each side of his trim waist. With a firm hold on his beautiful cock, he pushes inside her, joining the three of us again.

One hand on Jess’ soft cheek and the other on Itha’s lean one, I lean forward, taking his lips while we take our love’s body. This is my Heaven.

Jess chokes on my dick and I pull back, laughing.

“Oops.”

Epilogue – Ashtaroth

This is the third time in a mere year I find myself in the Burning Pits, and the second time I have no inkling of the whereabouts of my brother.

“No longer here?” I repeat what I just heard.

“No longer here,” the Devil confirms. He tilts his ethereally handsome head. “Are we playing a game, Ashtaroth? Who can repeat the same three words more times? You don’t repeat them to your paramour.”

I clench my fists at my sides. Am I surprised he knows my Lana has told me that she loves me and I have not returned the sentiment? No. Am I irked that he is bringing it up now? Certainly.

“If he is no longer here, then he must have entered into a soul bargain with the mortal, Simone.” I pose my question as a statement but only get a mild smile in return.

My brother, Asmodai, has been a… guest of Sataniel’s for nearly two years. Now the Council, an eternal source of vexation, wants proof that he is not involved with Andras, his lieutenant, and the rest of the halfling-murdering scum of the Underworld. Most recently they executed one of my consort’s teammates. Moreover, they did so as a threat to one of my son’s consorts, another teammate of Lana’s. Unacceptable.

“My Lord,” I begin, cautiously. “Would you do me the courtesy of disclosing his current location? He is under suspicion once more and this time I cannot conveniently say that he is with you.”

While the Council suspected my missing brother of opening and not governing rifts to the human world, he was here, at the tender mercy of our ruler, confined until his pregnant lover, the mortal Simone, accepted to trade her soul in exchange for power, furthering whatever machinations the Dark Prince has.

The Devil smiles. “No, I would not.”

Wonderful. I close my eyes for a moment, begging for patience.

“Ashtaroth?”

I open my eyes and am temporarily blinded by the glow of the creature humans call Lucifer, the light bringer. While he is not in an ethereal form, he is not exactly… dampened. “Yes, My Lord?”

“I trust you will ensure my grandson’s safety while he remains in Hell?” Sataniel asks mildly, his iridescent eyes open with deceptive innocence.

I can feel the muscle in my left cheek ticking. It does not matter if he sees; he knows exactly what I am thinking. Just as he knows the boy, Michael, entered the Underworld and has been attending Council meetings.

“I will certainly do my best,” I say. “He is important to my consort, after all. But I have been told Saraqael promised his mother to not let the mortal leave his sight. As you can imagine, the archangel insisted they remain in Purgatory, on somewhat neutral ground.”

Sataniel’s lips stretch into a sharp grin and my body reacts with an involuntary pulse of lust. “Figure it out,” he murmurs.

Gritting my teeth, I nod my head once. This meeting has gone in any way but expected and I would love nothing more than to return to my home and my wife in it.

To that end, I bow in farewell. “If that is all?”

“No,” he says again, laughter in his angelic voice. “I must talk with the boy’s mother about a prophecy.”

I lift an eyebrow. “She knows something you do not?”

The shrieking of the damned souls, ever burning in the Pit’s hellfire, intensifies to a deafening volume. Perhaps I should have thought twice before posing my question.

“The tablet on which it was written was lost to time and her mind holds more texts than The Library of Alexandria.”

I am surprised he deigned to explain himself. There is a problem, however. “I do not see any possibility in which your son would allow her in your presence,” I say, not blunting my opinion.

Sataniel’s eyes glow brighter. “It’s a good thing my grandson is here then.”

Wonderful. Lana will be thrilled.

I tip my head in acknowledgment once more, then turn to leave the way I entered. I must find my brother.

But first, I need to fuck away the tension in my muscles. I need my little lamb.