Page 70 of Fear No Hell

Calliope

It’s like I was waiting for Sam to come because the instant he does, the second his seed fills me, pleasure burns through me.

I’m screaming his name, my arms and legs tight around him, my body writhing under his, as shadows surround us.

The world is hazy, painted in shades of black and scarlet with one fiery exception glowing on Sam’s chest. The world narrows into nothingness, except for Sam above me and the pulsating connection between us, one that seems to extend from his chest to mine.

Although Sam’s head is flung back, his eyes never leave mine, not once.

Not when the darkness wraps us in its tight embrace.

Not when his eyes blur to obsidian. Not when fangs drop from his upper gums. Not even when he roars so loudly it shakes the house around us as shadows explode from his back and coalesce into misty wings that sweep down to create a cocoon around us.

After a millennia of time that’s probably only seconds, Sam drops his head, his chest heaving.

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as he presses his lips to mine delicately.

So different from how he fucked me, although it’s exactly the same gentle, loving way he spoke as he plunged inside of me.

The feeling of connection thrums with contentment, a peace so deep it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I blink quickly, trying to force the tears away.

Unfortunately, they slip down my face anyways.

Sam draws away from me, his face relaxed. I know the second he sees me crying because the blissful expression vanishes immediately, replaced by concern that I can feel thrumming in my chest.

“Oh god, sweetness, what happened? Are you okay?” He’s hoarse as he scans what he can see of my body, his mouth turned down in concentration. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, my love, you didn’t hurt me. You were… Gods, you were perfect.” I stroke my hand over the wing to my right, stunned by the way it ebbs and flows around my fingers. “I’m just overwhelmed.”

“Yeah? You’re not regretting it?” His frown softens.

“I could never.” I press upwards to kiss him hard. “Not at all. I’ve never been less upset over a decision in my life.”

He nips at my lower lip, the worry that had settled into his laugh lines slowly fading away. “And you’re okay otherwise?”

“Yeah. They’re good tears. I promise.” I jerk my chin at the wing I’m still fondling. Although, given how it shifts around my fingers sinuously and not-quite-tangibly, I’m not sure I’m actually able to fondle it. “That being said, I think we did something.”

With a sigh, he shifts to sitting, drawing me into his lap as he does so.

The shadows shift with us. “Yeah, I think we did too.” He traces over my forehead and across my cheeks gently.

“After you said we were bound together, new tattoos showed up on your face. And one right here.” He drops a fingertip between my breasts, trailing it over a circular sigil sitting directly underneath the crescent moon and upside down cross that have been marked into me and growing clearer since that night in March.

“Yeah, that’s all well and good, but I feel like we’re focusing on the wrong thing. Since, y’know, you have wings now?” I tap on the one draped closest to my face, which flutters in response. Sam stares at it in confusion “And your own tattoos.”

“My own—” His gaze drops to his chest. He frowns as he traces the dark crescent moon and upside down cross tattoo, identical to my own, before lowering his touch to the circular sigil beneath it.

One that’s similar to mine except where I have a cross sitting atop a long horizontal line with a swirling curl extending off it and through the one beneath it, his is one solid slash down the center with a trident atop it and geometric shapes extending off either side, leading to an upside down crescent moon on the right side of the sigil.

“Well, that explains why my chest was burning.”

“Also you binding yourself to the Queen of Daimons.”

At the unexpected voice, my head snaps sideways so quickly I hear every joint in my neck crack. To our left is a portal, blazing reds and golds and blues, all intermingled and sparking with so much magic I don’t know how I missed it appearing. In front of it stands—

“Lucifer?” I ask dazedly.

“Lucifer.” Sam’s greeting isn’t as civil as mine is.

In fact, it’s actively hostile, angry in a way I feel deeply through the connection tying us together.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His lips are drawn back, his fangs bared in fury.

Sam’s wings, already surrounding me affectionately, furl in tighter in a possessive hold meant to obscure me from view through shadows and darkness.

Ignoring the question, Lucifer glides closer to us. The soles of his leather Oxfords are silent against the concrete floor, even as they kick gore and human remains out of the way. “Interesting. This is very interesting.”

“I recommend you stop right fucking there,” Sam snarls. The tattoo on his chest flares brighter. The black in his veins shifts towards his arms, pulsing into his hands and gathering at his fingertips, leaving only faint traces of color streaking his pale skin.

Gathering magic that's not mine tingles along my skin. I frown. It’s Sam’s magic. Or at least it’s magic coming from Sam.

What is going on?

“That’s what I thought.” Lucifer smiles broadly. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you had it in you, boy.”

Sam hisses when Lucifer takes another step toward us.

Lucifer freezes as a riotous snap of magic cracks the air around us. Some odd combination of power, especially…

I gasp at the feeling of whatever’s through the portal extending a tendril towards us. It feels like… home. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before except when I’m with Sam. “Where does that go to?”

“Pandaimonium.” A note of respect fills Lucifer's voice as he steps aside. “The portal opened a few minutes ago and… well, we have a saying in the daimonic world. ‘When Pandaimonium gives you a portal, you take it.’”

I smother my laugh at the absurd aphorism with a hand. It’s strange to think this is my life now. Honestly, if I had wondered what the first time having sex again would be like, Sam’s father showing up while Sam is still technically inside me would never have been a guess.

Even Sam looks like he’s considering finding this funny. “Is that something people actually say?”

“Somebody has probably said it before.” Lucifer shrugs.

“So a random portal opened. With no idea where it would take you, you went through it.”

“I had a sneaking suspicion where it would go. Lilith's powers have a distinct flavor to them, one I felt through the portal. Although they’re different for every Lilith, they feel similar. The sex and dismembered body in the corner are a nice extra touch to the whole realization of powers thing. I dig it.” His gaze lifts to where Sam is still draped around me, hiding me with his body and wings.

“The unknown magical signature that felt like my son was a surprise to me, though, I’ll be honest. I’ve been around for quite some time, and it’s hard to surprise me. It’s kind of enjoyable.”

“How about you surprise us by stepping away and letting Lila get dressed?” Sam snaps.

“Hmm?” Lucifer raises an eyebrow. “Oh, right. I forgot how twitchy humans are about nudity. Fine. Get untangled and get dressed if you must.” He turns until his back is facing us. Over his shoulder, he adds, “You’re going to have to get over that modesty.”

Sam helps me into a sweatshirt I keep down here to fend off the cold dampness of the basement.

“I don’t have an issue with nudity, per se,” he responds once I’m in the top that covers down to my mid-thighs.

With me dressed, he seems able to focus again, although the dark webbing circling his fingers is still pulsing violently.

“I do, however, have a massive fucking problem with anyone who isn't me seeing Lila naked.” He slides his arms around me and drags me close.

My cheek comes to a rest against the sigil on his chest, the brand burning brightly against my skin.

“May I turn around now?”

Even without seeing Lucifer’s face, his amused irritation comes through loud and clear.

“If you must,” I respond. “And then you’ll explain why in the seven realms you’re here. Immediately.”

He swings around to face us. “I told you. I’m here to return you to your kingdom.

Your daimons have been waiting for your return for millennia.

” He gestures at Sam. “They’re going to be surprised and a bit disappointed that you already have a consort.

Traditionally, it’s a much sought after role to be Lilith's consort.”

“A consort?” Sam chuckles. “Is that supposed to be me?” He shifts me in his arms, so I’m tucked into his side.

A sharp sound emerges from Lucifer when he catches sight of Sam’s chest for the first time.

“I stand corrected.” He runs a hand through his hair as a half-smirk pulls at the left side of his mouth.

“Surprised me again, kid. No, not a consort. One of the seven daimon kings of Pandaimonium.” He huffs out a laugh.

“Godsdamn, that’s a surprise. My kid is Samael. ”

“Yeah.” Confusion radiates in my chest, an emotion I know is echoing from Sam by way of the new bond seemingly connecting us. “It’s my name. Who else would I be?”

“Your name?” Lucifer draws back. “What are you talking about?”

“My name.” When Lucifer simply stares at him, still confused, Sam speaks slowly like he might to a toddler. “Samael is my full name. Samael Lucas Eaton.”

“Samael—” Lucifer stops. His mouth twitches. A second later, his lips part, and a rolling laugh rumbles out of him. “Your tricky fucking mother. No wonder I was drawn to her. She’s—godsdamn, she’s a worthy adversary.”

“Care to share with the class what’s so funny?” Sam lifts his eyebrows in an unamused gesture.