Chapter 335 335. Olena - Bonding 4

Chapter 335 335. Olena - Bonding 4
Mahith replies, “It’s a desolate planet at the edge of the Universe. No demon or angel remembers God creating it because it predates all his other creations.”
“That’s interesting.” Artemiy shifts on the bed. 
I have a question of my own. “Whose tomb was it?”
“I don’t know,” Mahith replies. “You tried to ask God about it once, and he got so angry, his eyes devoid of any emotion, that you were left in a fearful state for a long time afterward.”
“For how long did this archangel guard this tomb?” Artemiy inqueries.
Mahith doesn’t like Artemiy’s tone, as he growls, “This archangel? She might be human now, but when I look at her, I still her as the day she was created–the most perfect of God creations.” To me, he says, “Your name back then was Pelia. As for how long you were tasked with guarding the tomb—eons. Until you were killed.” He shudders at that.
“By whom?”
“From what God told me, Ophyr.”
“Ophyr,” Artemiy repeats the name like it means something to him. “The one who is behind the Nephilims. But… why?”
“It’s a question I have been asking myself since the day I found Pelia dead, her heart yanked out of her chest.” A moment of silence follows before Mahith tells me, “Only a day before you had accepted to be with me, revealing that you loved me just as much as I did and forgiving me for the fool I have been when I decided to become a demon instead of telling you that you were everything to me.” He caresses my skin with his thumb. “I searched for Ophyr for ages, from one Universe to another, but I stopped when I felt your soul being reborn on Earth. When I reached this world, you were the most beautiful maiden to have ever been born. I started courting you, and not long after, you fell in love with me. And then, I lost you once again, something snapping inside me, madness overtaking me, which led to my downfall.”
There’s so much sadness in his tone that my heart breaks for him.
“I am here now,” I remind him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
He wraps his arms around me. “Good. Because losing you once more will destroy me.”
Artemiy waits for a bit before saying, “So, Olena is a hellstar, but in her past life, she was neither an Outcast nor a Warrior Nun, but the guardian of a tomb. Is there a way to know who is in that tomb?”
Mahith lets go of me. “The only one who knows who rests for eternity behind that sealed stone door is probably God. But why are you curious about it?”
“No reason at all,” Artemiy replies, but his tone implies otherwise. He falls deep in thought for a few minutes, and when I look over my shoulder at him, he reiterates, “While neither of you are originally Outcasts, given that Olena is a hellstar and you can use my cousin’s body as a vessel for your soul, I wonder if bonds can be created between her and us.”
While I know what bonds and bondeds are, and their importance, from my son, I don’t know how bonds are created.
“And how do we figure that out?” I wonder.
“Two ways,” Artemiy replies. “We can fuck you and fill you with our essence until a bond finally forms between you and each one of us, or you can claim us with a Queen Bond.”
I don’t know the difference between the bonds, but the idea of being fucked again sounds appealing to me, and I’m about to suggest that when Artemiy speaks once more.
“Neither Vasiliy nor I are worthy of a Queen’s Bond, but the link between us will be much stronger this way than with a normal bond,” he explains.
“Is there any advantage to it apart from that?” Mahith asks, and Artemiy explains not only the advantages but also the differences between a normal bond and a Queen’s Bond.
“In that case, I say we go with the Queen’s Bond,” I decide, choosing the logical option.
Artemiy moves in front of me. “Are you sure?”
Without hesitation, I reply, “Yes. What do I have to do?”
“All you have to do is claim us as yours,” Artemiy explains. “But words are not enough. You have to really want us, body and soul.”
I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. “You are mine. You and your demon,” I add for good measure before turning to Mahith. “You and Vasiliy are also mine.”
I don’t just say the words; I feel them.
I let them wrap around me, around them, around all of us, like a blanket.
A soft smile appears on his lips before he kisses me softly. “I love you, Olena.”
“I love you, too.”
It doesn’t take long for bonds to form between us, connecting us like a spider’s web, the pure love between us humming along each tendril that links us, overwhelming me with its intensity.
Artemiy lets out a sound of pure happiness as he pulls me into his lap. “You are my bonded now, our souls linked for eternity.”
I like how that sounds.
“Only one thing is left to be done,” he says as he laces his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back.
“Which is that?” I wonder.
“Getting you to the Blood Lodge for the Piercing Ceremony.”
Vasiliy speaks next—the tone of his voice letting me know that Mahith has retreated back inside him. “Two, actually. You are going to marry us first. Well, legally, just one of us—and, of course, you are going to be my wife.”
I laugh at that as I look at Vasiliy. “I wasn’t aware that I had been asked to be your wife.”
I might have just said that, but they don’t know how badly I want to be their wife.
“Give us time to buy the ring first,” he pleads.
“Fine,” I agree.
Artemiy protests, “If Olena is going to marry someone, that someone is going to be me.”
Vasiliy huffs at that. “I saw her first.”
“So?” Artemiy retorts.
“Does it matter who’s going to be my legal husband?” I wonder.
“Not really,” Artemiy admits.
“Then there’s no need to argue over such a trivial thing. We can always have a ceremony where the three of us exchange vows,” I suggest, and the two of them like the idea.
My lips press together before I realize, “There are actually three things we have to do.”
“Which is the third?” Artemiy inquires.
“Telling Ivan about us.”