CHAPTER 12: CHRISTIAN

Waking after a torture method to exhaust my demons, I chuckled at the wrongness of this situation. Tied down on a bed the morning light annoying my train of thought. I completely understand if Zoe left, demons, angels and fate must be sickening for a woman raised amongst humans.

The curtains closed, the light blinding, the color of the basic peach colored and femininely designed room made me annoyed because everything is so open. The earthy strawberries awakening my senses. Never moving from the spot by the door she examined my currently useless form, smirking.

"You know that position kinda suits you right?"

She walked in and sat on the bed so close but so far away, she is yet to leave.

"What do you get if I claim you? Since you a demon don't you also want my energy?"

I loved her confidence, adorable dominance and that's when it hit, Zoe Mabaso would make a good ruler if he decided to take over hell. Which he would never, his love deserved to live her life amongst the people she would never trade being a queen for.

"Yes and no. Since it is a fate bond this means I can transfer my energy to you via versa."

My eyes never left hers and she flushed looking away. I would never be some righteous fool as to turn such a gift away, I needed her to be safe but by my side. She is holding his hand that was still bound by dynamica ropes. I felt the electricity from her touch and if being this close to her mean this painful form of imprisonment so be it.

"How do you claim me?"

Her contradicting personality amused me, averting her eyes from him made me want to sever the ropes. Not wanting to scare her, I gave her time and when our eyes met I was completely lost in her.

"It's a blood bond, designed to be irrevocable and permanent. During the bond you will experience pain, hallucinations, memory loss and or death."

Her eyes widened and I laughed mirthlessly giving up fighting the restraints, he will tolerate the sting if it make his fated at ease. Something changed in the air and we both felt it that unknown something… We shared a moment so perfect, a moment never to be stolen, a beautiful moment just between us. I never before wished I could read anyone's mind but hers, my beautiful Vita I wanted to read her story.

"I am an enigma you know (of demon blood+ arc angel)? There's a chance my blood could be too toxic for you."

I did not want to frighten her but she has to know what she was getting herself into especially when the possibility of death is at play. I am no saint but I am not a monster either. She has to know the extent I would protect her even from myself, this soul crushing bounds slowly weakening him and his demon nature urging its way to the surface.

"Everyone including you keep saying we are fated. Therefore your blood poisonous or not won't kill me. I need you alive and I am currently single so it's not like I am committing a sin here. I am in your world now and you world keeps taking people I love, if I stand a chance at vengeance I will need you."

"Vengeance?"

"Do you have a problem?"

I fell in love with her logic, bravery, her calculative nature and her just as a glorious person. Her warm touch expressed her uncertainty, loneliness and desire. My eyes connected with her flawlessness and I vowed to praise fate for such a bond.

"My Vita, I will have to drink your blood and you mine."

Her confusion bordered fear, disgust and something I couldn't depict. If my hands weren't tied down, I would have brushed her worry away but this process was their way.

"Are we going to be in like a cult?"

Her innocent yet serious question however could not stop the laugh bursting through. Not at her but no one has ever described the bonding ceremony as something as dark as that.

"No. None of us are Satanist, it's just life a mating ceremony."

She nods as if assured.

"In the side desk there, there is a dagger we will use to perform this ceremony… Take it and draw blood, don't worry I will try to heal you as fast as I can."

Grabbing the sharp rare, historical piece I winced when she sliced the inner part of her wrist open. Coaxing her arm closer to my face I latched on, sucking gently and healing her in the process. She was so close I could not resist her tempting lips and her legs straddling me.

"Cut the side of my neck."

I said in a light haze of lust, dragged out when she made a slice on the side of my neck. When her plumped lips latched, it felt like I was riding a rollercoaster to ecstasy and I wondered not for the first time if this would be how it feels to claim her fully.

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She stopped and began dragging uneven breaths. A moment later her skin was hot when she lost consciousness falling on me. Trying to escape the bondages of hell, bond to keep even the strongest demons' immobile I roared in frustration and the more he fought the weaker he got. To hell with this, he roared for assistance that is when Donavan and the others entered. Loralei rushed to Zoe's unconscious face laying her flushed body on her back, still on him and she checked her pulse.

I roared louder when Taylor lifted her away from him, I kept fighting the painful restraints calling out to my bounded. In the mist of the struggle I barely realized the siren song coming out of Loralei sad voice. Her voice soothing me to a comatose state where I was strong enough to stop the demon rampage, but tired enough to lose wariness.

At a desperate attempt to check up on her, I created spirit ball that was like a mirror but instead of a reflection it showed me my mate who was still unconscious. Her core is still whole thank goodness she's still alive, grateful that Raven was there with natural herbs to help Zoe.