Broken Halo (24 page)

      
Nimbus
grunted as he started to come. “Sonya!”

      
The
euphoria sending him into seizures and distorting his handsome face was a treat
to watch. She was the one making him lose control. Hers was the name on his
lips. She was the woman he wanted. That was worth whatever it cost.

      
“Who
says we can't?” He challenged breathlessly. He must have seen the fear of God
in her eyes over his question. His eyes narrowed and his tone became assertive,
“I want you, Sonya, and nothing is going to keep me from reaching you.”

      
Sonya
gasped when his eyes turned into a glowing orange and his fangs lowered and
sank into the tender flesh of her neck. She let out a bloodcurdling scream over
the excruciating agony of being punctured by the sharp canines. He held her
arms down and pressed his weight down harder against her body, effectively
hindering her struggles. The pain made her eyes sting as did the surreal
epiphany of what they were actually doing.

      
She
felt blood trickle down her shoulder and his tongue extended to lap up the
runoff of her blood. The sensation of him sucking on her wound was unreal. He
was drinking from her. The suffering quickly became paradise and every cell of
her being illuminated with sexual awareness of her lover and the exquisite
pleasure he gave her. Her pussy quivered against his deflating cock, but to her
surprise, she felt him starting to get hard again at the onset of her orgasm,
keeping most of the semen inside of her. The climax was the most intense of her
life as her body shuddered around him. Her cunt beckoned his manhood deeper
while her blood flowed receptively into his mouth. Her body was a playground
for him, her every fluid an offering to this demon who was damning her soul as
he brought her the most divine pleasure of her life.

      
When
her orgasm passed, Nimbus detached himself from her neck, blood dribbling from
the corners of his mouth. His tongue was forked as it surged from his mouth and
swiped up the bloody spittle. “Bite me.”

      
Sonya
stared up into his soulless orange eyes. With his gleaming white fangs lowered,
his dragon-looking eyes and her blood on his lips, it wasn't difficult to see
him for what he really was. She watched his nail become a claw as he made a
slight incision on his neck and pressed it against her face. She licked his
blood timidly, unsure of what she thought of the taste.

      
“Drink
me, Sonya,” he growled.

      
She
recognized the iron determination in his voice. She parted her lips and sucked
his neck, startled at the steady flow of blood gushing into her mouth.
Something about this act seemed inhumane and godless. She was drinking the
blood of a demon, binding herself to him, becoming one. The way he moaned and
pushed into her mouth while his shaft grew inside of her was heavenly. She
squealed when he reached between their joined bodies and rubbed her clit. He
was seriously going to kill her off with pleasure. Her womb shuddered as the
wild, electric thrill of release washed over her. His cock swelled as her cunt
clamped down on it in the oblivion of pleasure. Drinking blood while climaxing,
proved mind-blowing.

      
“That's
enough,” he said.

      
Sonya
panted when she broke free of him. She licked her lips not wanting to lose any
of his precious blood. “Nimbus...I think...I think I'm starting to hear your
thoughts.”

      
His
smile looked beautiful and evil at once. “I know. I can hear yours. When I give
you the second bite we should inherit each others' memories. It will be true
oneness.”

      
This
shocked her. This ceremony was far more bonding than she formerly anticipated.

      
“Get
up on all fours.” He helped her up.

      
She
was grateful to be off of her flogged backside, but curious at this change in
position. “Why?”

      
“I
don't want you to see what I really look like now.”

      
There
was sadness in his tone that made her heart bleed. She wanted to give him the
acceptance he needed, but didn't know what to expect from his true form. She
felt his penis elongate and swell inside of her. At first it thrilled her, but
she became petrified when she felt the girth and length expand to a degree that
was not a bit human. “Nimbus -”

      
“Keep
your eyes closed,” he ordered.

      
His
slow, gentle thrusts were powerful and filling. She was surprised she could
take something that size inside her body, but perhaps hers was changing to
accommodate him. His wanton sounds became beast-like growls and serpent-like
hisses as he moved inside of her. She was sorely tempted to open her eyes and
catch a glimpse of him, but fear and respect demanded she keep them closed. His
belly grazing her back while he hovered over her felt smooth, but not like
human flesh. She couldn't tell what he was. When she moved her hand, she felt
scales overlaying sharp claws.

      
“Come, Sonya.”

      
Sonya
gasped, realizing he had communicated with her telepathically. He injected
carnal memories of them into her head and nudged her clit with a scaly knuckle.
Her feral outcry echoed in the vast temple and Nimbus' roar boomed off the
stone walls. Her vagina couldn't contract fully as his erection was so large,
but the intensity of her release made her clench his organ so tightly it left
her feeling helpless and possessed. She could only contract her pussy as much
as he dictated. The feeling of being overpowered nearly sent her over again.

      
“
I'm going to bite you again, Sonya. It will
hurt worse, but the pleasure will also be that much greater. We will exchange
memories. Don't judge me when you see me for what I really am.”

      
She
was too afraid to scream, or perhaps his powerful jaw around the place where
her neck and shoulder met smothered the sound of it. His teeth felt larger,
sharper and his face was shaped differently. He was some kind of reptile. The
pain felt unbearable at first.

      
“Stop!”
Her mind pleaded with his.

      
“Wait. It will get better, I promise.”

      
Sonya
was astounded when she unwillingly gave him her memories. She had nothing to
hide from him, but it was the ultimate invasion to be read so thoroughly by
someone. She became even more astonished when she acquired his memories. They
were far darker than hers. The things he had done, the people he hurt, the
lives he had taken, the insufferable women he had seduced – it all outraged and
overwhelmed her.

      
She
saw his true form in her mind and was terrified. Dragon – that was the closest
thing she could liken him to. He looked like one, though far more sinister.
This was what she had joined her body to. The knowledge made her shudder. Very
nearly made her scream, but she didn't want to hurt him.

      
Father, forgive me.

      
Nimbus
growled against her flesh in anger and bit down harder. The pain made her sob.

      
“I'm sorry.”

      
“You had better bloody well be sorry.”

      
She
heard his heart beating, or perhaps it was hers. She felt him pulsing inside of
her. The pain gradually subsided into a mind-altering euphoria that sent her to
an otherworldly high she had never reached before. The feeling was narcotic and
the sudden revelation of how he felt about her broke and melted her heart. Her
eyes surrendered their tears to him as her body gave up the fight and offered
him the climax he demanded of her.

      
Nimbus
roared his release and ejaculated inside of her in several rapid jets of
searing hot cum that bathed her womb in liquid fire. Her arms gave out and she
collapsed on the floor. A second later, he came down on top of her in his human
form. Their bodies were sweltering with sexual heat and covered in a sheen of
sweat as they panted and shivered against each other, too weak and spent to
even think of moving.

      
The
cloaked entity shrieked and floated off. Nimbus nuzzled Sonya's cheek with his
stubble. “It is done. We are mated...forever.”

Chapter Ten

Redemption

      
Nimbus
watched over Sonya while she recovered from the life-altering experience. After
three days of fever, chills and delirium, she had finally slept enough to
recuperate. He was able to feed and take care of her. After additional rest,
she was fully recovered and sane again.

      
Jude
was no longer capable of feeding off her soul since it belonged to Nimbus now,
but he detected life inside of her. The theory had worked.

      
Nimbus
kept Sonya in the underworld for three months to be sure her transformation was
legitimate. While she wasn't willing to shift into her demonic form while
pregnant for fear of hurting the developing baby, he saw her eyes change a few
times when she was fully aroused. Her fangs had dropped a few times during sex
to nibble on his skin and taste his blood. She was a demon now. He wondered
what she looked like in her true form. He would find out after the baby was
born.

      
He
took her back above ground so they could live in England together for a while.
They weren't unlike a human couple living in their countryside home. When the
baby was born they named him Sully. His hair was flaxen-blond like Nimbus' and
while his eyes were silver-blue like Jude's, they were shaped like Nimbus'. He
had his fathers' white skin and his mother's full, supple lips. He was a
beautiful baby. His presence wasn't the intrusion into their lives Nimbus
worried it might be. He completed them and made them even more of a family.

      
Scores
of demons and vampires came to see the infant of promise. With the genes of
such powerful supernatural entities in him, there was no telling what things
the child would be capable of when he got older.

      
Nimbus
was pleased that Sonya was still the same person, only darker and uninhibited.
She had no remorse for immorality now and reveled in wickedness as he did, but
she was still his beloved Sonya. She was an excellent wife and mother. He could
sit and watch her all day breastfeeding their son, or singing him to sleep.

***

      
Jude
was staying in England for a spell and Less visited Sonya. They watched as
Sully slept peacefully in his cradle.

      
“He
is a fine baby,” Less praised.

      
“He
is,” Sonya agreed. “He looks so much like his fathers.”

      
“He
does.” There was a heavy silence, “Did you want a baby, or was it Nimbus'
idea?”

      
Sonya
was amused. “He didn't hold me down and force me to conceive. I like babies.”

      
“How
can you accept what they are?”

      
“How
do you accept what you are?” She countered.

      
Less
averted her eyes. “I can't. I know I'm lost, but I'm not demonic. How can you
live so peacefully with one?”

      
“Nimbus
is quite amiable.”

      
“I
could never accept Jude like that. Not after what he did to Hope.”

      
“What
did he do to her?”

      
Less
hesitated. “We ran away, but they caught us. Jude punished Hope more severely
because it was her idea to flee. He made me watch as he made an example out of
her.”

      
Sonya
noticed the way she shivered. “Go on.”

      
Less
looked like she would cry over the memory. “Several males were in their demonic
forms and they...I felt so guilty having to sit by unharmed and watch while
they raped and tortured her. She lost her mind after that. Jude separated us
afterward. I don't know what he did to her at that point. Whatever it was
scarred her sanity permanently. Then he came in and I had to sleep with him
after he had just tortured my friend.”

      
“Frankly
I don't see how sex is much of a punishment and as to your other complaint, be
grateful you only had to watch and found enough favor in your master's eyes to
be chosen as the one to bring him pleasure.”

      
Less'
jaw dropped in shock. “How can you say that? I thought you were good and sweet?”

      
“Oh,
I can be good and sweet, Less.” Sonya winked at her and traced a line down her
arm, “Is that what you were hoping for?”

      
She
pulled away, stunned. Her lower lip quivered and her eyes were misty. “What has
he done to you?”

      
“Aw,
are you going to cry now, Less?” Sonya taunted. “Is life too hard and sad for
you?”

      
Tears
spilled from her eyes. “Who are you?”

      
Sonya's
eyes changed. “Who do you think I am?”

      
“Oh,
my god, you are one of them!” Less backed away nervously, “Please don't hurt
me!”

      
“But
what if I want to?”

      
“No,
please!”

      
“What
will you offer me in return for your safety?”

      
“I...whatever
you want. When I was still living I knew a fortune teller whose prophecies were
always right. I could take you to see her.”

      
“We
shall go together and bring her back here. I want to know my son's future.”

***

      
The
fortune teller stared into the crystal ball with dismay. “Great evil and
darkness are in this child's future.”

      
Sonya
smiled. “Good. My baby will grow to be strong and powerful, won't he?”

      
“Oh,
without question. He will seek vengeance against a human and devote his
existence to torturing him. I see him mating and claiming this man. I also see
him being slain violently.”

      
“The
man he claims?”

      
“No,
your son. He will be killed in a great battle. He achieves great power and then
loses his life in the pursuit of more. The other man survives and ends up
happy.”

      
“My
son can't die!” Sonya shrieked, grabbing the woman by the dress. “I want the
name of his future murderer!”

      
The
fortune teller looked afraid. “I don't think I should say.”

      
“Who
is it?” she yelled.

      
“A
black angel will kill him.”

      
She
looked at her innocent baby in his cradle. His eyes were opened as he watched
them as if listening to their conversation. “Then I will simply have to slay
every black angel to prevent that from ever happening.”

      
“Or
you might try keeping your son from ever turning evil,” the fortune teller
suggested.

      
“Bite
your tongue. My child will be mighty and none shall stop him.”

      
“If
you could see what I see in his future -” the fortune teller was cut short and
began choking for air as if being strangled.

      
Sonya
and Less turned to see the infant sitting up and staring at the old woman
intently as she suffocated. Something buried beneath Sonya's approval told her
it was wrong to let the woman suffer. “That's enough, Sully.”

      
The
baby continued strangling the old woman by some unseen means. Less was
practically going hysterical as she tried to help the old woman, but there was
nothing she could do. A great force threw her against the wall.

      
Sonya
was proud of her baby, but a small thread of conscience gnawed at her. “Sully,
stop! Now.”

      
The
old woman fell on the floor, trying to pry invisible hands from her neck. Sully
was six months old and already he had apparently inherited dark powers from his
parents. Was this an ability he acquired from Nimbus or Jude? Had they been
teaching him satanic skills behind her back?

      
“Sonya,
make him stop!” Less shrieked, “He is killing her!”

      
Sully
laughed. It would have been adorable if it wasn't so damned creepy. Sonya tried
to pick him up, but he shifted into a miniature dragon that looked like Nimbus'
true form and jumped out of the cradle to approach the fortune teller who was
lying on the floor. He let out a mangled, little roar and approached his mama,
expecting praise. Sonya picked him up. He looked quite cute even in this form,
but she was concerned for the old woman.

      
Less
checked for a pulse. “She is dead. Your son killed her!”

      
Sully
nuzzled Sonya and she locked him in the cage with a blanket. He wasn't turning
back into a baby, which meant he likely didn't know how. She would need Nimbus'
help getting him to turn back. She stared at her baby in utter shock. “What
have I bred?”

      
Sully
made tiny, happy cooing sounds as he snuggled in the blanket. He looked so
harmless and innocent, but he had just proved himself otherwise.

      
“I'm
a murderer,” Sonya realized.

      
“He
killed her, not you,” Less argued.

      
“He
is my son. I'm responsible for him. Less, I have a demon baby. What am I going
to do? I can't let him do this to people.”

      
“Maybe
if you prevent him from becoming evil in the first place like the fortune
teller said.”

      
“You
saw what he just did.” Sonya knelt beside the old woman, “I sense life in her
still. Less, she is still alive. Don't you know how to check a pulse?”

      
“I'm
sorry. There really wasn't a pulse a minute ago. She was dead.”

      
“Well,
she is breathing now. Are you all right?”

      
The
woman croaked an unintelligible bit of rubbish before forming words. “Yes. How
will you save Sully?”

      
“I
don't know.”

      
“You
are his mama. Why would you want to change him?” the fortune teller asked.

      
Sonya
became baffled. “You just said I should save him.”

      
“What
will you do?”

      
“I
don't know. I can't let him do this. What if he becomes more evil and powerful
than his fathers? Do you know how much damage he could do with that kind of
power and how many people could get hurt because of it?”

      
The
fortune teller smiled darkly. “You should be proud of that possibility. Would
you really slay every black angel to protect him?”

      
Less
sounded nervous. “Sonya -”

      
“Don't
interrupt,” Sonya scolded her. “Yes, but after that show I'm starting to think
I would do my son more good as a black angel. I could raise him right like you
said and he would never become evil or hurt anyone.”

      
“Sonya
-”

      
“For
god's sake, Less, what is it?”

      
“Look
at your son.”

      
Sonya
turned to see the cage was empty, though the door was still locked. “He is
gone. Where -”

      
Chills
of terror raced up and down her spine as she slowly turned to look at the
fortune teller. The old woman's eyes flashed orange and she snarled and took
off. Sonya ran after the body her son was possessing.

      
“How
is he so powerful and smart at so young an age?” Less asked.

      
“I
don't know. Apparently a vampire-demon-fallen angel hybrid was a very bad idea.
Oh, Less, I don't see him. What if he tells Nimbus and Jude, or anyone from the
underworld? They will kill me and raise him into a devil.”

      
“What
about what the fortune teller said? If you raised him without their influence
he might stand a fighting chance at becoming good.”

      
“He
is a demon, Less. How can he overcome the very evil nature embedded into him?”

      
“Well,
how did you?”

      
“I
prayed...before I was ever claimed. I prayed that no matter what happened I
wouldn't lose my conscience completely. The only way for me to become a crusnik
was to be made a demon first,” Sonya recalled.

      
“Why
didn't you flee to heaven's gates the second Nimbus brought you back from the
underworld?”