Chapter 71 Chapter 71
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Levi ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The mirror's surface pulsed with that eerie fucking glow, like hellfire licking at the edges of reality, before it all went to shit. Shards exploded outward in a spray of glittering dust, slicing through the air like demon claws. I watched it happen, my burning eyes narrowing as the magic unraveled, the blood spell I had poured my soul into just fucking vanishing. Elena's scream ripped through the room, raw and terrified, her body jolting back from the sink where the mirror had sat. Her tits heaved under that tight shirt, nipples hardening from the chill or the fear—did not matter, it stirred something dark in me, that protective rage mixing with the urge to pin her down and fuck the panic out of her.
“What the fuck was that?” Elena yelled, her voice cracking, hands trembling as she stared at the dispersing glass particles settling like cursed snow on the floor. She was all fire and curves, spit and vinegar, her sharp wit usually cutting through the bullshit, but now she looked ready to shatter herself.
I stepped forward, my hell-born muscles coiling tight, the weight of my ancient power humming in my veins like a cock ready to thrust into battle.
“We have a serious fucking problem,” I growled, my voice low and gravelly, eyes flicking to Apollo's fuming form. He was a wall of muscle, that hot-headed warrior built for ripping enemies apart, his divine fury making his chest rise and fall like he was already balls-deep in revenge. “Only one type of creature can override a blood spell like that, and block a soul bond as if it never existed.”
Elena's eyes widened, her full lips parting in shock, and I could almost taste her desperation, that unyielding spirit begging for answers. She grabbed my arm, her fingers digging in, nails scraping my skin—fuck, it sent a jolt straight to my dick, that fierce loyalty of hers always did.
“What creature? Tell me, Levi.”
Apollo spat it out before I could, his face twisted in rage, veins bulging in his thick neck.
“Fucking arch-angels,” he snarled, fists clenching like he wanted to crush throats right then. His ancient grudge burned hotter than my hellfire eyes, that impulsive hate ready to unleash hell—literally.
Elena froze, gobsmacked, her body going still except for the rapid pulse at her throat that I wanted to bite down on. Then the questions tumbled out, her voice rising with that quick-to-anger edge.
“Why the fuck would an angel kidnap Adrianna? And how the hell are we supposed to get her back if we can't even track her now? That soul bond was our only goddamn link!”
Apollo pulled her closer, his hand sliding to her waist, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric, grounding himself in that contact before the darkness swallowed him. The soul bond Apollo forged with Adrianna echoed through his chest, a phantom ache like her pussy clenching around him in memory, but now it was severed, leaving him raw and raging.
“Only another arch-angel can help us now,” I said, my calculating mind already mapping the descent. “I have to go back to hell, speak to Lucifer. He might be the devil, but he is still one of them—an arch-angel at his core. Fucker owes me anyway.”
As for why they would snatch Adrianna, that suspicion clawed at me, dark and twisted, involving powers and desires older than time, but I clamped it down. No spilling shit without proof; that would just fuel the chaos. My eyes locked on Apollo, who was pacing like a caged beast, his muscular frame tense, ready to explode.
“I swear, I am gonna kill that fucker,” Apollo roared, slamming a fist into the wall, cracking stone like it was bone. “I should have ripped him apart 15,000 years ago. That piece of shit is the only one who would pull this—stealing her like some holy trophy. When I see him, I am gonna rip out each feather one by one, make him bleed divine blood while I shove my cock down his throat and choke the lies out of him.”
His words dripped with brutal promise, that vengeful rage making his eyes blaze, body coiled for violence that mirrored the dark urges surging through me.
Elena's breath hitched, her hand still on me, fingers tightening as fear and fury warred in her eyes. She pressed closer, her hip brushing my thigh, and fuck, in that moment, the supernatural storm around us felt like foreplay to the revenge we would unleash. The air thickened with our shared desperation, the soul bonds we had all tangled in pulsing like unspoken lust—Adrianna's absence a void we needed to fill with blood and fury.
I nodded at Apollo, my own ruthless side rising, hellish power itching under my skin like an erection demanding release.
“We will get her back,” I vowed, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, my free hand cupping Elena's jaw, thumb tracing her lower lip roughly. “But descending into hell means risks—Lucifer's games, his temptations. Dark shit that could bind us tighter than any spell.”
My mind flashed to what waited below: flames licking at flesh, demons rutting in eternal hunger, and Lucifer's sly grin promising power laced with sin. The thought hardened me, that protective fire for Adrianna twisting into something primal, ready to fuck over anyone who stood in our way.
Apollo stopped pacing, his gaze meeting mine, raw rage simmering into focused hate.
“Then let us drag his ass into the light. I'll tear those wings off and use them to wipe the smug off his face.”
Elena swallowed hard, her body trembling against mine, but her spirit unyielding.
“Just promise me we will not lose you down there, Levi. We need you—all of us—to bring her home.”
Her words hung heavy, laced with that fierce loyalty, and I felt the pull, the dark fantasy of our bonds tightening like chains around my cock, urging me toward the abyss.
The room fell silent save for our heavy breaths, the dispersed glass crunching underfoot like the first cracks in heaven's facade. I knew the path ahead: hell's gates yawning wide, Lucifer's throne reeking of brimstone and betrayal. But with Apollo's brutal fury and Elena's fire at my side, we would carve through angels and demons alike. Adrianna's soul called to me still, a faint whisper of heat and need, promising that when we found her, the reunion would be explosive—bodies crashing, bonds reforming in sweat and screams. For now, though, vengeance burned hottest, and I was ready to stoke it into an inferno.