Ablaze by Dahlia Rose

 
    Chapter One
     
    “So you come to me willingly?” Pennemuel asked the ethereal woman standing in front of him.
    “I am here to save my charge.” Her soft voice was like a whisper of wind caressing his entire being. He felt his cock harden with anticipation because soon she would be his.
    “Let’s not play semantics here, angel; you know how this game works. I need to hear you do this of your own volition,” Pennemuel snapped. He had no time to play, and his prize could be taken away with just a simple twist of words.
    She raised her head defiantly, the wind whipping the long black curls away from her face. “I am here…willingly.”
    He could hear the cries of distress swirl around him from the invisible beings that watched their exchange. He absorbed them and relished it as they fed the darkness inside him. In the shadows the screams and howls of delight from his kind urged him on. On the top of the twenty-story, old, stone Gothic building in the heart of Gotham, he faced off with an angel, a being some demons would kill their maker to possess her. An angel and a guardian no less, stubbornly refusing to listen to her orders and give up her charge to fate. Instead she made a choice that would strip her of her grace in heaven and give him his ultimate prize: The purest of things ever created.
    No matter how they begged her to rethink her actions, she was adamant; she chose the life of her young human being instead of her own because she loved him with all within her. Her undying love for the boy made it so easy for him. He reveled in knowing that she offered herself like a ripe plum for his insatiable hunger. He smiled, thinking of how he gave her the option to give herself to him. Pennemuel was amazed she agreed so willingly to accept . No matter . His thoughts were pure evil. Taking her would buy him numerous centuries of pleasure and all he could possibly dream of in hell. He would relish her downfall from heaven with the simple act of fucking her. Humans had no idea of the power sex held, especially to someone like him. The pleasure he took from her body would destroy her very being, her grace in heaven. And he had no remorse in doing it.
    “You stand there like a statue, angel. Come to me; you need to make the first step.” He coaxed her forward with the crook of his finger.
    “My name is Hailey.”
    “What?” he snapped.
    Around them the rain started in a sudden downpour. Pennemuel watched in fascination when she raised her head, and the water cascaded over her creamy mocha skin. Each drop was like an electric charge hit the surface of her face, and a glow was left in its wake. The water soaked the wispy white material of her gown, and it clung to her body, molding to her curves and her breasts. He held back a groan as he stared at her form. There was only one way to describe her: perfection.
    “The tears of angels; they weep for me,” she murmured.
    “Let them weep. Like I gave a damn.” He laughed feeling the excitement inside him build.
    She gazed at his face again. “My name is Hailey, demon, and it will be branded into you forever.”
    “Really, and why is that, little dove? Is it because I am about to break your wings?”
    “You will see,” she replied calmly. “There is a price for even you when it comes to matters like this.”
    Pennemuel made an unbelieving sound in his throat. “I live in hell fire, and sulfur burns my nose; there is no price I cannot pay.”
    “So be it,” Hailey agreed with a soft smile curving her lips.
    “What should I call you?” she asked. “It seems unfitting to call you demon at a time like this.”
    He inclined his head, willing to give her that one small courtesy. “I am called Pennemuel.”
    Hailey nodded with a look of knowing on her face. “The demon who can twist the fate of a man with his words. I see now why they sent you after him.”
    Pennemuel laughed. “I am glad to see my notoriety precedes me even up there.”
    Hailey shook her head.