Closing his eyes he shakes his head. “Soon, Master. Soon, she will be yours. Soon, I will have her.” He lifts his hands and brushes the small dirt demons away.
“Soon?" Lucifer's body lunges towards Samuel. "SOON?” His voice booms again, and a wave of fire pushes out across the land. Souls begin to scream and demons erupt in a euphoric rage. Lucifer bends over Samuel’s small frame and glares down at him. “You have always been my first in line, my first in charge to run things while I'm busy raising Hell, and you tell me you will get her soon?” Lucifer lets out a laugh, righting himself. “Well, I’ll take over the world and dominate every soul on earth soon. You know, in my own damn time.”
Samuel lifts his head up enough to look up at Lucifer. The red eyes glare down at him with such rage, a scream is forced from his throat. “You will take her now, Samuel. You have no idea what will happen, what events will unfold, if she fucks Selaphiel!” The last of his words force Samuel to spasm on the ground and black blood erupts from his lips. Chocking on his own blood, Lucifer forces Samuel’s hands to move upward towards his neck. His own fingers begin wrapping around his throat and they squeeze. Chocking between the blood in his throat and his fingers tightening around his neck, Samuel's eyes begin to cloud over. Something dark appears next to his head. Slowly, Samuel's eyes make their way over and find Death next to his body.
The long black cloak hides his face, except for the red eyes that stare down at Samuel’s body. Death lost his wings centuries ago when it was stripped from Samuel, leaving only the skeletal remains on his back. A pale hand is wrapped around a long scythe made of steal. Sharp rivets rise up towards the top, and the extension has fire burning inside of it. Flickers of memories of when he was named the Angel of Death rush through his mind. Now, looking up at Death himself, fear pulsates through Samuel, fear of what will become of him.
Turning his head back and looking upwards, he sees Lucifer coming at his face and Samuel screams. Suddenly, everything stops. He stops choking, his hands relax around his neck, the blood around his body vanishes, and Death’s image vanishes. Samuel looks around, hearing a snicker. He knows it’s Lilith, but he’ll deal with her in his own time.
Lucifer’s hand reaches down and picks him up, lifting him to his face. He screams out in pain, as Lucifer squeezes his body. Lucifer squeezes harder and Samuel screams louder. Bringing him closer to his face, he snarls, “You fail me again, you WILL die.” Lucifer squeezes harder. Just as Samuel is about to scream out again, he can feel cool air touching his skin. The pain immediately ends and he opens his eyes, looking around.
Finding himself inside his home, Samuel exhales a sigh of relief and allows his head to relax on the floor. Sprawling his arms out to his sides, he takes a few deep breaths. Sitting up, he rests his elbows on his knees and looks towards his recliner, the leather reflecting the track lighting above it. Shaking his head, he rolls to his knees and stands, walking to the bar across the room. Pulling off a stopper, he picks up the glass brandy decanter and pours himself a glass. He picks it up and drinks it in one gulp. He looks into a mirror on the wall. His eyes glow red and a snarl escapes his lips. Throwing the glass towards the mirror, both shatter onto the floor. Samuel’s distorted view is reflected back at him as he turns and walks out of the room.
Chapter 8
He holds her close. They kiss and their tongues fight for dominance. Alex lays Lisa down on her bed and presses his body against hers. His hands move over her, kneading her breasts as she gasps against his lips. He looks down at her and removes his shirt. Her fingers move up his chiseled chest, his muscles ripple underneath her touch. With a sudden movement, his wings expand outward. She gasps as his lips crush against hers.
Lisa moans and wraps her legs around his waist. He mumbles against her lips, “I want to be inside of you. I want to feel you around me.” He grinds his hardened length against her.
Her back arches, and she bites his lip. “I want you, please. I need you!” Lisa begs him. Her hands move down to his ass, pulling him closer.
Lisa’s alarm goes off, waking her up and pulling her from her dream. Groaning, she turns over and slaps the “off” button, willing herself back to her dream. She reaches out, trying to hold onto Alex, but the dream continues to fade into her subconscious.