Always the same nightmare. Something deep within her told her it was only a dream but knowing it didn't shield her from the brutality of the memories.

She suffered the whole process again. The chains, the loss of her wings, Lucifer's cold stare, the black blood dripping ever closer to her... but something changed suddenly. Just as the drops of her brother's blood touched her lips, she saw Caspiel's image leaning against the bottom wall with his arms crossed and a strange gleam in his charcoal eyes.

She opened her eyes, feeling betrayed and lost. Tears sting the back of her golden orbs, but she had learned her lesson. Now she couldn't afford to cry for every little thing as before... not when those tears brought an overwhelming thirst with them.

A small hand fell heavily on her face, momentarily replacing her sadness with the fleeting pain of her cheekbone. She looked to her side and found Zafan's head leaning against her shoulder. His short blond locks with black roots were unruly while he slept face down with one leg and arm hanging off the bed. How could the child rest like that it defied Luzbel's understanding.

She got out of bed carefully so as to not wake the little boy and remembered the only time she had rested in the arms of Zafan's father. Millenniums had passed, but the memory was clear as day. It was sweet of you to let me recover my energy in your arms after spending three months relentlessly battling demons. You watched me for three days without even moving from place.

Caspiel.

The damn bastard witnessed her transformation into a cursed one and did NOTHING to stop it! Her fury and pain returned immediately when she remembered her nightmare and his face as he watched how they tainted her soul forever. She gritted her teeth, wishing to tear open his pretty neck and watch his suffering.

"So here he was." The deep voice of the Fallen surprised her suddenly. "You had me worried for a few minutes, naughty boy," the demon lord whispered as he gently stroked Zafan's hair.

Ah, good Lord! He was handing her his head on a silver tray!

"I need to talk to you alone," she said, walking out and closing the door quietly behind her. "Fucking bastard! You were there and didn't do anything to help me!" she shouted, pushing him hard against the corridor wall.

Taken by surprise, it took a few minutes for Gaap's brain to understand what Luzbel was talking about. He grabbed her shoulders and teleported them both to his room. She threw herself against him, but before she even touched him, chains that glittered as melted gold, shot out from the far wall to tie around her hands and feet.

"Angelic chains?" the girl cried as she struggled against her metal bonds.

"Your brother took more than angels from Heaven." Gaap gave her a wink before continuing the conversation in a calm voice. "These were given away to every one of the infernal governors to discipline rebellious demons. You cannot escape no matter what you try and only I can break you free."

"What are you going to do to me now? Torture me as Lucifer did while you enjoyed the show?"

"Let me explain to you..."

"I do not want to hear your cheap excuses." She immediately cut him.

He stepped closer and held her face as he clenched his teeth, trying to control his anger. First she strikes him and now tells him to shut up. Who does she thought she was?

"Listen to me. I will not repeat it a second time."

"I wish you were dead." Luzbel said slowly, putting all the rancor she could into the words.

Gaap's black eyes narrowed, looking at her at if she was his prey and he the ferocious predator. His lips curled mischievously, showing long fangs in the process.

"As you wish," he said, his twisted smile never faltering for a second. "You'll stay bound by the chains until it's time to consummate the ritual."

"Are you sure I will agree to become your wife?"

"You'll see. You will see." Caspiel's laughter― as he exited the room― was the last thing Luzbel heard before the door was loudly closed.

The screeching sounds of a hundred bats echoed around the throne room, as the creatures busted in, circling several times before stopping and forming Gaap's demonic form. His demonic assistant made the mistake of speaking too soon and finished being thown against the reinforced double doors. He screamed furiously at the demon― bursting the stained glass windows― and the creature hurried out of there as a frightened mouse.

Luzbel is definitely ready for our union, but ... did she have to treat me with such hatred?

"Is the new queen getting difficult to handle?" Venian's quiet voice was heard coming from the entrance.

"I just thought that it would be different with her." An exhausted sigh escaped his lips.

"Because she's the one who you always wanted to have on your side?"

"Perceptive as your mother." Gaap shook his head and his small laughter echoed inside the room. Venian always had a calming effect on those around him, even since childhood he had that gift. "Call the others. There is work to finish before my marriage."

****

The eternal darkness had already become as dense as the blackness of the universe when Venian came to his office informing him that everything was ready for the bonding ritual. His eldest son had decided not to attend and they had to lock little Zafan in his room so he didn't. The only thing that remained was to finish dressing Luzbel up so that the event could start.

A maid poked her head to warn that the bride was ready as soon as his son finished speaking.

"Then I arrived just in time." The usually cold voice of Lucifer, who suddenly emerged from the shadows, hinted some enthusiasm in his words.

"Really? If I remember correctly, after my second queen you swore never to attend another of my bonds because all were doomed to failure."

"I wouldn't miss this even for the beginning of the Apocalypse," said the Prince of Darkness with a smile and dragged the governor out of the office. "I have a tight schedule today so hurry up a little."

When the trio reached the room Gaap, the future queen widened her eyes and pulled at the chains with great force, trying to rip them from the wall. It was obvious to whom were directed the daggers in her eyes and curses in Enochian, which wouldn't serve her at all since she had lost the connection with her Lord.

Lucifer smiled, amused by the sweet words of her sister, and sat on a comfortable deep red sofa close to the door while Venian leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Forget them. They are only present as witnesses." Caspiel's sensual voice was as an intimate caress under candlelight, attracting her attention almost immediately.

Those golden eyes of hers looked at him sideways while her cheeks darkened with shame. She seemed to want to say something about the matter but stayed quiet before her mouth got her into bigger problems. Apparently leaving her without feeding all day had made her more compliant.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked, biting his finger and showing her the black blood trickling down his pale skin. "You can drink it only if you don't attack when I free you from those chains."

With eyes fixed on the liquid onyx, she nodded her head fearful that he was using another vile ruse to torture her again. Her throat burned horribly, begging her to relieve the discomfort with the liquid before her but before she could take that finger to her mouth, the small wound healed, cutting off the flow immediately. A plaintive cry came from her burning throat and she had to make an enormous effort not to pounce on her tormentor when he came closer with the excuse to take away her bonds.

"Why are you so cruel to me, Caspiel?" Her words were soft and tinged with arousal.

"First: because you keep calling me by that old name," he whispered, his voice promising a lustful encounter in exchange for her submission. "And second: because you were a bad girl, yelling at me this morning," he continued, opening the shackles that imprisoned her; which disappeared into the stone wall in the same way that had arisen.

She looked so beautiful with a white bra tied by thin gold chains to her neck and back! A skirt made from long pieces of silk, decorated with a gold belt, covered her beautiful legs; much to his dismay. And her hair... her snow-like hair was loose, making almost impossible to tell where the long strands ended and the outfit started.

As if waking from a dream, he took the girl by the wrist, pulling her with until he threw her onto the bed. Her eyes turned to rest on his guests and she gritted her teeth trying to control her anger, but it was the black sheets on which she landed the ones to suffer the brunt of her emotions, being torn by long claws.

Caspiel grabbed her jaw between his long fingers and forced her to look at his empty black eyes. Ones so dead that she didn't know whether to flee― to avoid becoming an unfortunate like him― or stay and convey a little of the warmness that still remained inside her soul. However, his next words reminded her that the bastard had no salvation.

"You're not thirsty anymore? I will say it one more time: forget our witnesses, Luzbel. This ritual is far more important than your desire for vengeance," he murmured to her ear before he took off his shirt, revealing the well-toned muscles if his torso.

"You promised." Her voice was almost pleading.

He smirked, causing her to scold herself, and knelt on the bed as he opened a gash on his chest with one of his black claws. Thick blood emanated from the cut, running down his abdomen to disappear under the line of his leather pants.

A moan escaped from Luzbel's mouth as she closed her eyes, letting the sweet metallic scent invaded her senses completely. The overwhelming need for blood made her eyelids open suddenly and pounced over the vampire, throwing him against the bed.

Why she couldn't stop? Why the hell was she acting that way? She should be furious with him― and deep inside she was― but her overwhelming bloodlust clouded her reason, crushing her will to fight. Could she be so weak?

Without losing a second more, she licked the bloody trail to its source and sank her long fangs over the wound. Luzbel knew the fangs weren't necessary because the liquid already flow from the gash, but she wanted to show Caspiel she wasn't as submissive as he thought.

Gaap threw his head back as he felt his gannet shar fangs pierce his skin and best ecstasy of his life invaded him. He let out a passionate groan as he pulled her against him and held her hips to keep her in place. She moaned over his skin when he rubbed his manhood between her legs.

"I'll make you scream with pleasure." She found herself saying before biting him for a second time. Her body burned with such passion that she couldn't do any other thing than follow her dark instincts. Sorry, Father, but I'm already lost.

The demon gripped her hips stronger and sat on the bed, making her sit astride over his lap. He didn't utter a word as he bit her on the base of the neck causing a trickle of dark blood to run down her back. Ecstasy exploded inside Luzbel's veins, filling her sight with shining little stars. Fire burned her entire body with a volcano's fury, and she couldn't help but undulate her hips against the hard length of the blood thief.

Gaap made a bestial sound against Luzbel's delicious skin and pushed her against the black sheets. He towered over her, taking time to calm the raging storm inside him as the girl's blood dripped from the corners of his lips.

"Focus, Luzbel. Think only about us and don't panic nor close the connection when you feel our cores mix together, let my power flow through your body," he whispered in her ear, his breath stoking the desire inside her. "Our powers must mix for this ritual to work."

He summoned a silver knife to the palm of his hand― very similar to the one his brother used the day he captured her― and opened a gash on his wrist before repeating the procedure on her. She watched, almost hypnotized, how the two bloods seemed to take a life of their own and mingled forming a dark puddle over the sheets. When she tried to touch it the liquid spread all over the bed, fell through the edges and then went upwards, forming a type of bud that covered them completely.

The voice of Lucifer suddenly crossed the bloody barrier, announcing that his work as a witness had come to an end. He mutter something about "imps staying alone" and then two pairs of steps away from the room as the door closed.

Luzbel trembled slightly as she watched the strange black structure that mimic a rosebud.

"Calm down" Caspiel murmured in her ear as he hugged her from behind. "There is nothing to fear. This thing around us is only a chrysalis that will protect us from outside interference as long as the power exchange takes."

"Will we share our powers when this is over?"

"We'll share more than that." For the first time he was being honest with someone other than Lucifer. "A part of me will be eternally with you and vice versa; your skills will also increase, and you may get some new ones. The same will happen with me," he paused to roam his eyes over her body, licked his lips and his dark eyes shone with the promise of decadent pleasure. "But enough talk. Get ready because I'll fill all of your depths until we are one."

Gaap caressed that slender neck of hers until his hand stopped on the beautiful bra that protected her abundant breasts from his hungry gaze. With a slight pull, the thin gold chains that kept the piece in place broke causing a gasp in the young devil. A half smile curved his lips as he removed his annoying leather pants and leaned over his queen's body. It had been his desire for millennia to desecrate Luzbel's temple with his seed and that night his fantasy would be possible thanks to the Prince of Darkness.

Molten lava seemed to run inside Luzbel's veins when Caspiel penetrated her, both in her neck and the wet center that had wanted him for days. Not only was passion running rampart through her body, a different energy than hers― darker and more powerful― filled her completely, making her body throb with it. She realized the power belonged to none other than her fallen angel; it was his power the one coursing through her.

Memories of her youth flooded her, memories from the perspective of her lover. The countless times he brought her flowers to braid them in her hair, the time they got stuck in a cave and he had to comfort her because she was afraid of the dark, his weird behavior when they sneaked into the future and witnessed for the first time a human couple making love, and countless other memories. However, all of them had one thing in common: the strong feelings Caspiel began developing for her.

He loved me from the beginning... Did you lost your Grace because of me?

The sensation of pointy nails scraping her hips brought her back to her burning hot reality. She stroked his pale cheek as he continued his thrusts without slowing down and she gave him a wide smile before locking their lips in a passionate kiss.

Gaap almost lost control over his body when Luzbel kissed him and thrust her tongue into his mouth, playing with him. He could feel her filling every part of his being with that reddish light that formed her essence; apparently Lucan's claims about Luzbel's lingering light were true. But his gannet shar was doing more than fusing with him, she was trying to get deeper into his soul and reveal all his secrets. Something that he wasn't ready to show her yet for fear of her reaction.

"I can't take it anymore," she whimpered and raised her hips, making him sink deeper inside her hot passage.

A guttural sound emerged from the devil's throat as he increased the speed of his movements. Each thrust took him deeper and she seemed to respond by increasing the pressure around his shaft. It felt so deliciously good to penetrate her wet core, withdraw a bit and then impale himself again, repeating the countless times. It was better than Paradise, it was pure decadence.

The heat inside his body became unbearable and the undeniable desire to reach his orgasm possessed him completely, quickening his strokes to a frantic pace that ended with a last, but deep thrust. Just as he groaned, spilling his seed, she climaxed and intensified his own with her delicious spasms.

Wrapped in each other's arms, the couple simultaneously winced when a symbol burned itself on their skin, branding them with matching marks. Right on the left curve their necks could be seen a bat whose legs faded into a smoke spiral.

"What is this?" Luzbel asked as she leaned closer to inspect Gaap's brand new tattoo.

"The mark of our union," he answered while traced his finger around her tattoo. "Now you're only mine," his dark orbs glowed golden before his right eye revealed an iris of the same color.

"Your right eye changed color," Luzbel gasped.

"Yours too," the devil whispered in her ear, sending a hot current all over her body. "Now your left iris is black as night."

Suddenly, as if reacting to the lovers' words, the chrysalis that enveloped them began to tremble and lost its shape until it precipitated as a bloody rain over the couple. They both started to laugh, but the smell of blood made their thirst and the frenzied lust began anew.

****

"I love you, Gaap," Luzbel whispered happily while resting in the arms of her fallen angel after another round of love making.

His eyes widened in surprise as his dark name came out her lips. She chuckled, knowing she was doing the right thing. It was time to accept her husband for whom he currently was not for whom she remembered from the past.

"Me too, my kriest'r," Gaap answered in his demonic tongue, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips that made her sigh.

"What does it mean?" she curiously asked, stroking his bottom lip with a pointed black fingernail.

"Sorceress."

But before she could react, he trapped her against the bed again. His kisses made her hot for the third or fourth time that evening and fangs pierced her flesh, returning ecstasy to her body. Apparently that night was going to be very long for both of them!

A/N: There might still lay ahead a bumpy road for Luzbel but at least she has Caspiel again in her live to help her overcome any troubles lying ahead. 😊😊 I love happy endings 😍.