Page 44 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

And to you, my people, I ask you, rejoice without fear. The long interregnum has ended. The circle is complete, and our realm stands ready to blaze brighter than ever before.

Welcome them. Serve them. Thrive beneath them.

By their reigns, and by your loyalty, the Seven Hells rise anew.

Let us bow and welcome home our kings, for their slumber is over, and their thrones await.”

At that moment, everyone, rows upon rows of millions of beings, bow as we stand there, all looking confused as fuck when Wilder leans over to me and Gannon, talking out of the corner of his mouth in a whisper.

“Bro, what the fuck is Mom talking about?”

“Hell if I know… I think she on some hoodoo voodoo shit,” Gannon whispers back and I nod in agreement.

“What the fuck is a hearth? And sovereign flames? Is she saying we’re zesty? Cause if one of us is the sin of zest, it ain’t me!” Wilder grits his teeth, and all my brothers turn to me. These sons of bitches…

“Now a moment of silence for our kings,” She proudly states and everyone bows their heads.

After what feels like eternity but from my count is roughly about seventy seconds, the crowd stands and this time, my dad steps forward.

“Today we introduce you to our kings!

Lord Lust!” An enormous red flame whooshes up behind me.

The fuck?! I move out of the way, holding the back of my head in case they pull some Micheal Jackson shit and burn my hair.

“Lord Wrath!” This time, an orange flame just as massive shoots up behind Wilder, who also steps out of the way, and hell, the rest of them move as well as he starts calling out the sins.

“Lord Greed!” A Yellow flame “Lord Envy!” Green.

“Lord Gluttony!” Blue. “Lord Sloth!” Indigo “And Lord Pride!” Violet.

“My seven sons, Pierce, Echo, Saint, Genesis, Gannon, Wilder, Legend. Seven sons, seven pillars…

Let Pride guide the world in chaos and fire.

Let Envy’s hatred flash green once more.

Let Wrath’s fury shake the earth, and Greed tear down everything that belongs to him! Gluttony feast on the bone of friend and foe alike, and Sloth snatch the peaceful dreams of even children. And let Lust reignite the pulse that drives the fever in everyone’s bodies to rut recklessly!

Let the fireworks split the heavens and shake the roots of the world, for our kings are home, and the Seven Hells are whole.

Now take your thrones, my sons!” Dad finishes, and I stand there in disbelief.

“Dude…” Gannon covers his mouth in a laugh. “Don’t tell me they called us down here to turn us into some bootleg fucking Power Rangers?”

“Ol’ Mighty Morphin’ time headasses,” Wilder giggles and all seven of us chuckle, but mother snaps her head our way and we all face forward. Not because we’re scared, but because this shit is just plain weird as fuck.

But still, we play the part and wave. Pierce glides down the boulevard as though the stones were laid for him personally.

Echo mutters, already redesigning the building in his head, probably.

Saint scowls at the fireworks going off, grumbling while sidestepping confetti.

Genesis clocks every jeweled collar and holo-ledger, pupils flickering with profit margins.

Gannon can’t keep his nose still, following the swirl of spiced, caramelized meat in the air. “Smells like a food crawl,” he groans as his stomach rumbles, eyes sparkling.

Wilder scowls and flashes a smile, tossing a wink at the nearest group of onlookers.

And I stand there still breathing in the miasma, letting it flow through my bloodstream so I can end this shit and get back to Jessica before she has time to miss me.

As we walk through the crowd, cheers crash over us again. Bioluminescent petals land on our shoulders, and someone presses a goblet of glowing liquor into my hand. My brothers exchange gazes, all of them seeming amused.

I can’t lie and say this isn’t interesting…

the Seventh Hell or whatever the fuck it’s called, is cool as fuck, and doesn’t look like hell at all.

Below us, there are rivers of fire, but it’s surprisingly not hot.

They even have fish and children playing and swimming in them.

There are trees with all types of fruits I’ve never seen a day in my life in books or movies.

There are even fucking dinosaurs… the fuck… ?

A vast amount of jungles and greenery in the distance along with violet sand dunes. There are tall, skyscraper-esque towers of bone and black crystal. Glowing flowers bloom, illuminating paths like something out of a fairy tale.

And supposedly it’s all mine… not supposedly… I can feel it. This land is mine. I wonder if I can sign it over to Jessica?

Our mother steps beside me, smiling brightly, bowing at my feet. Awkward as fuck…

“Lord Lust… do you feel it?” she asks softly. “This land is alive, answering to your presence.”

I go to open my mouth to answer, but my mother turns, smiles, then double takes, glaring when she sees Wilder and Gannon start breakdancing in the middle of the path.

“Behave,” Mother snaps as Gannon swipes a shish kebab of fuck knows what and bites into it, humming, eating it all on a few bites and licking the sauce off his fingers.

“I amb behabing,” he smiles while chewing.

“I’m not,” Genesis winks, setting up a craps table and our mother drags him up.

“Ughhh!” She pulls them along, muttering something about it always being them two and how they turned her hair white.

I walk, ground literally pulsing with power.

Hell itself vibrates beneath our feet. I quietly eye the parade dancers with flames in their eyes.

There are serpents made of smoke, and chariots pulled by hellhounds.

Giant horns blast from every direction, and banners with our sigils ripple across the sky.

Our people, if you can call them that , scream and chant our names as more fireworks explode overhead in celebration.

I stop just as we make it to large souped-up carriages with big ass black horses that have sharp teeth and no eyes…

like deadass, only eye sockets. I glance away from them, getting in with an insignia that I just know is mine.

In fact, Mother has had to explain little about this place…

I somehow know it like the inside of Jessica’s pussy…

For the first time in my life… I feel whole . I feel like Legend, and I fucking hate it because she’s not here.

When we get to the house… or rather castle, we step out and Pierce lets out a whistle.

“Now that’s a castle…” he speaks out, impressed, but mother waves him away.

“Oh no worries Lord Pride, yours and Lord Greed’s are even more vast than this. Lord Lust prefers a quieter kind of luxury.”

Pierce puffs out his chest and Genesis smirks as I just walk forward, ready to be done with this shit.

Large ruby encrusted doors groan as they swing open, the sound echoing like a growl from the throat of a big ass beast. A blood-red carpet stretches before me, cutting through towering black stone pillars. It’s dark, but I know it’s my domain.

I walk forward and torchlights dance along the walls, casting shadows that twitch as if they’re alive while I lead the group to where I instinctively know my throne will sit, though I stop in my tracks, lip curling.

In perfect silence, a thousand men and women, bare except for silk sashes and glinting chains, kneel with their heads bowed, eyes glowing, each and every single fucking one of them bearing my sigil etched into their skin, pulsing red when I enter the room.

Though I can’t even call them men and women…

there are wolves, orcs, mermaids, lizard people…

shit, creatures beyond someone’s wildest imagination.

“What the fuck is this?” I mutter and turning to our mother as she steps forward, smiling.

“Why Lord Lust, this is your harem! They have all been bred and trained for this. To serve you. To please you. They know everything you desire. Five hundred men, a?—”

“GAAYYYYYY!” Gannon shouts.

“I knew that enigma was gay!” Wilder punches the air, high fiving Gannon, and I glare at them.

“Yup you called it!” Gannon takes out a few twenty thousand bands and hands them to Wilder.

“Ol’ Zesty ass!” Wilder chuckles, pocketing his money and I’m about .01 seconds from snapping their necks.

“WILDER! GANNON SHUT! UP!” Mother seethes and for fucking once. I agree with her. but he and Gannon only snicker in the back.

“As I was saying… five hundred men and five hundred women, each split even between Alpha, Beta and Omega… this is all for you!”

Gannon lets out a low whistle as he steps up beside me.

“Damn, who would have thought you’d be a hoe on Earth and in Hell,” he speaks out.

“Good one…” Wilder giggles, elbowing Gannon and laughing.

“Right? It just came off the dome.”

“GANNON! WILDER! PLEASE!” She massages her temples and Pierce cocks his head to the side, frowning.

“But I mean… this is a bit much, though, right? I’m not tripping, am I? We’re talking about A THOUSAND? Really? ”

“Lord Lust has an insatiable appetite! He rotates harems every quarter,” Mother defends and all our brows shoot up.

“DAMN!” we all say and turn to me, looking at my dick as if it’s going to fly off or some shit.

“More than that, are we able to take anything from hell to earth? There’s value here.” Genesis’ eyes roam the room like a man shopping for gold as he lick his lips, touching the gemstone pillars.

“Are we done here?” Saint mutters, but even he lingers a second longer than usual, staring like he’s impressed against his will, but when Echo smirks mischievously at me, I fist my hands.

“No, if he’s got all he needs here, then what about Jessi?—”

Before he can finish her name, I send a fist through the pillar next to me, blowing a hole through it.

“LORD LUST! WHY?!”

My jaw locks, and every part of me coils with anger. Disgust.