Page 1 of Hunted By Fear

Prologue

Five hundred years.

That’s how long I waited for her, my butterfly, and she thought she could so easily slip away…

Never.

Chasing her was fun, though it would have been better without Asta and the others trying to butt in. Not that it mattered, in the end, I won, just like I always do.

Good beats evil; it’s a tale as old as time itself. They were destined to fail.

Now, if only they could accept that fate and leave us alone.

“Are you hungry, my love?” Aerilyn’s question pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to find her at my side, exactly where she belongs.

She wears a long burgundy skirt that almost touches the floor, paired with a cream sweater. I’d believe it modest if not for the slit in the side that allows me easy access to run my hand up her thigh and rest on her ass, or the fact that I can see her nipples through the light material of her top. If we had plans to leave, I would have her change instead of risking having to resort to burning men's eyes from their skulls, but for only me, this outfit is most appreciated.

Her sleeves are rolled up, and she wears an apron with fall leaves wrapped around her waist so as not to dirty her clothes as she makes us a meal from scratch. I have no idea what it is, as I rarely eat mortal food, but even I can’t deny it smells good enough to make my mouth water.

The perfect little cottage wife, I planted dreams of fresh bread and our own little shop in her mind and then made them all come true. Someday we’ll buy a bigger home and have chickens and whatever else she wants.

She’s a vision,my vision.

Her hair is loose today, falling in waves down her back. I’d thought of changing it back to her natural color, but I can’t deny Lea did a good job; this new color almost suits her even better, though I helped it to regrow.

I’d missed the way it felt wrapped around my hand. Just thinking about it makes me hard. Unfortunately, jeans are the worst thing to get hard in, and I have to adjust myself as I painfully press against the zipper.

“Did you need some help?” The sultry purr only makes me harder, and it takes everything in me to deny her.

“Not tonight, my butterfly,” I tell her, and can’t stop myself from smiling when she sticks her lip out in an adorable little pout, her cheeks turning pink from the use of my nickname for her the way they often do now.

I would love to fuck her senseless right here on the kitchen table, but sadly, I don’t have time for that.

I don’t have time for anything right now, as I’ve been called back to Heaven.

I’ve been shrinking my duties over the past few months, putting all my time into keeping her hidden and fucking her. At first, it was harder; she was still fighting, trying to escape and return to them. I could hardly close my eyes, and she would take off, so ready to throw herself at the feet of trash.

As if it weren’t bad enough, she’d fucked two of them!

My fingers tighten around the arms of my chair hard enough that I hear the creak of wood. I quickly release it before Aerilyn can notice.

Everything has been going so smoothly over the last month that I’m hopeful things are finally quieting down. I knew they wouldn’t last long; she was nothing to them, not like she is to me. They don’t deserve her, don’t love her like I do, won’t give her what I can, forever.

No, Aerilyn is much better off with me, and after a few hundred years, she’ll see that for herself, I’m sure. Then I can free her from my control, and we can live together the way I’ve dreamed of all these years.

Until then, I don’t mind practicing for our perfect future because Aerilyn belongs to me.

1 month

One month… For thirty fucking days he’s had her, and we can’t seem to find a single trace of him. It’s like they vanished into thin air.

Lea called Asta the second Aeri took off, but even being able to teleport, he wasn’t fast enough.

Just the thought of Lea makes me grit my teeth. Aeri should have been safe with her; that’s why Asta let her go. She was supposed to be Aeri’s friend…

If she ever crawls her way back up from Hell, we’ll deal with her then, or maybe Asta will just kill her again.

I’d seen him deal out a lot of punishment, but I’m not sure I’d ever seen him as mad as he was when he punished her.