Chapter 76 Chapter 76
Chapter 76 Chapter 76
The air shimmers with demonic power as Levi's fingers finally crack the chains, the angelic runes sizzling and popping like fireworks in hell. Adrianna's body convulses, her pussy clenching around nothing as she comes hard on his hand, juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the cold stone floor. She screams my name too—through the soul bond, I feel it rip through me like a blade, her release crashing into my veins, making my cock twitch and harden in my pants. Before I could do more than kiss her, Levi scoops her up, her naked body pressed against his, and they vanish in a swirl of shadows, teleported straight to the mansion where Elena waits to patch her up.
I stay behind, fists clenched, the shrine's oppressive light burning my eyes. The door hangs open, incense curling like smoke from a fresh kill, and Michael's stench lingers—heavy, self-righteous, like polished gold mixed with rot. My blood boils, ancient rage bubbling up from the pit where I buried it 15,000 years ago. That feathered fucker took what is mine, chained her like some sacrificial lamb, using her as bait, and now I will make him pay. Levi is doing what he needs to, but I will hold the line here, wait for him so we can drag Michael's ass to hell so we can tear him apart together alongside Lucifer.
The room is a mockery—a shrine to false purity, white marble walls etched with glowing prayers, candles flickering in golden holders that scream heavenly bullshit. My boots echo as I prowl deeper, muscles coiled tight, every step a promise of violence. Then I see it, the massive painting that Adrianna had mentioned, dominating the far wall, framed in ornate silver that twists like serpents. It is me—or who I used to be. Wings spread wide, feathers gleaming like molten sunlight, my face different, my soul unscarred by the fall, eyes fierce but not yet haunted. Michael commissioned this piece himself, back when he thought he could claim me, gifted it as some romantic token of his twisted love. Now my wings were darker than midnight, my face and body different after it was lost in my punishment. Yet after everything, my eyes stayed the same.
I reach out, fingers brushing the canvas, the paint still vibrant as if painted yesterday. Memories slam into me like a fist to the gut—we had been the best of friends at one point, but as we got older he became fixated on me. His obsessive stares, eyes never leaving me during council meetings. I knew the moment he developed his crush, from the way he would linger too close, breath hot on my neck, whispering promises of eternity. I felt his desire coil around me like chains, but I loved another. Levi—my secret, my soul-bound secret, hidden because the angelic pricks would not understand a warrior angel fucking someone they did not give approval of.
I had tried everything to redirect Michael, tried to discourage him gently at first, hoping not to hurt him in hopes to save what was left of our friendship. But when that did not work I had to speak plainly: “Find another, brother. My heart is taken, I belong to another.”
But he would not listen, his madness growing along with his refusal to accept my rejection, eyes darkening with possession.
Touching the painting ignites it all—the secret bond I forged with Levi in the shadows of Eden's fringes, our bodies slamming together under starless skies, his cock buried deep in my ass while I bit his shoulder to muffle my roars. Michael's love turned to obsession, and when I finally confessed— “I am bound to Levi, essence deep, there is no turning back”—he snapped.
“You belong to me!” he roared, wings flaring, claiming I had no right to give myself to another. Psycho bastard tried to force a purification ritual, to rip Levi's mark from my soul. I fought him off, but the damage scarred us all, driving me to join the rebellion, to embrace the rage that Levi stoked in me night after night.
Anger flares hot, a supernova in my chest, hatred for Michael twisting like a knife. He did this—kidnapped Adrianna to lure me back, to 'purify' her and break our bonds, thinking he could reclaim what was never his.
“You fucking coward,” I snarl at the empty room, voice echoing off the walls.
My hand balls into a fist, and I punch the nearest holy symbol—a carved seraphim statue—shattering marble into dust, the divine energy backlash burning my knuckles like acid. Pain fuels me, makes my cock throb with that primal mix of fury and lust, the soul bond pulsing with Adrianna's distant moans and Levi's dark promises.
I rip down the next one—a tapestry of angelic hosts, threads depicting Michael's glory. It tears with a satisfying rip, fabric pooling at my feet like spilled blood.
“This is for every feather I will pluck from your wings, you obsessive prick,” I growl, grabbing a silver chalice etched with prayers, smashing it against the altar.
The clang reverberates, holy water spilling, hissing on the floor as my demonic-tainted blood— from the bond—corrupts it. Another symbol: a glowing orb of light, meant to ward off darkness. I crush it in my palm, shards cutting deep, blood dripping hot and sticky. Each destruction sends a thrill through me, my muscles bulging, sweat slicking my skin under my shirt, nipples hardening against the fabric as rage blends with the urgent need to fuck something—to fuck Michael into submission, make him choke on my cock while I rip his throat out.
Pacing now, boots crunching debris, I feel the soul bond tighten—Adrianna safe, her fury matching mine, Levi closing in with vengeance. Michael is out there, probably sensing the desecration, his precious shrine turning to ruin. Good. Let him come. I will wait, heart pounding, cock straining, ready to fight him bare-handed, pin him down and grind against his holy ass until he begs, then end him with Levi at my side. Our dark vengeance will drench this place in cum and angelic screams, souls bound in sin unbreakable. The door creaks faintly—footsteps? I freeze, muscles rippling, every sense screaming for blood.