Read Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil) Online

Authors: Ann Mayburn

Tags: #For the Love of Evil - Book 2

Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil)

BOOK: Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil)
6.38Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

 

 

 

The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement (including infringement without monetary gain) is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

 

Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in, or encourage, the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

Princess of Lust

Copyright © 2012 by Ann Mayburn

ISBN: 978-1-61333-412-6

Cover art by Ann Mayburn

 

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.

 

Published by Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

Look for us online at:

www.decadentpublishing.com

 

 

Decadent Publishing Recent Releases

 

A Scent of Longing by Cara Bristol

Virgin Territory by Cari Quinn

Rendezvous at Midnight by Lynne Connolly

Senator Mine by Kerry Adrienne

Ravished Before Sunrise by Lia Davis

Dead or Alive by L.J. Garland

Whipped Puppy by L.C. Dean

Cheeky Blonde by Liz Crowe

A Marriage Made in Mayfair by Tamara Gill

Rebel Souls by D.L. Jackson

The CEO and the Cowboy by Starla Kaye

No Strings Attached by Jennifer Labelle

Paging Doctor Wolf by Rebecca Royce

Sea Bride by LaVerne Thompson

Dare Me by Jennifer Probst

Love Kinection by Jennifer James

Escape to Me by Diane Alberts

High Above by Mari Freeman

Cunja by Donnette Smith

Bloodlines by Graylin Fox

 

 

Other Stories By Ann Mayburn

 

Daughter of Lust

Peppermint Passion

Wild Lilly

 

 

1Night Stand Stories

Bound for Pleasure

Sensation Play

Want

 

Prides of the Moon

Amber Moon

Emerald Moon

Turquoise Moon

Onyx Moon

Amethyst Moon

Opal Moon

 

The Edge

Cherish

 

 

Princess of Lust

 

For the Love of Evil - Book 2

 

by

Ann Mayburn

 

 

To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless. ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton

 

 

Dear Beloved Reader,

 

This is the second book in the ‘For the Love of Evil’ trilogy. I would highly suggest you read the first book,
Daughter of Lust
, before starting this one. For those that have read
Daughter of Lust
, let me be the first to welcome you back to all the wonders and nightmares of Hell.

 

Queen Ann

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Natalia Shura, the half-demon princess of the High Court of Lust, stood beneath a large oak tree inside of a circle of protection with the children of the small village on the outskirts of her father’s territory in Hell. A light breeze penetrated the psychic shield around them, but nothing else got through without permission. The children, more than a dozen, sat on blankets and clutched each other or a favorite toy.

Natalia stroked the bright yellow braids of the little girl next to her, her gentle touch at odds with the fear that saturated the air like rain. Unlike a human’s blond, the little girl’s hair was indeed a true yellow, the color of dandelions in the summer sun. Apple-green silk ribbons with antihex patterns stitched into the cloth were woven into her braids. More protective charms were embellished into the fabric of the little girl’s dress, and Natalia could feel their power humming against her skin. All the children wore similar charms and spells of protection put on them by parents desperate to keep them safe. Natalia couldn’t blame the little girl’s mother for wanting to do everything she could to protect her child during these terrible times in Hell.

All around them, the adult devils of the village raced about at a frantic pace, trying to save everything they could from the approaching Chaos. Or more correctly, from the approaching bubble of Chaos. Wagons stacked with household goods rumbled past, and Natalia made sure all of her charges stayed within the confines of the circle. During an evacuation of another village last month, some children had been lost in the commotion, only to be found later, dead and partially eaten, in a flesh troll’s cave.

A rocking chair crashed off one of the overloaded carts and no one stopped to pick it up. Natalia stared at the abandoned piece of furniture and noted the marks worn in the golden wood from the hands of countless generations stroking the arms of the chair as they rocked. The chair broke with a snap as a beast resembling a cross between a rhinoceros and a pig, lugging the heavy weight of the town’s anvil, stepped on it.

Hundreds of soldiers joined in the evacuation, the second one Natalia had to oversee this month. Each wore the royal crest of her father, Asmodeus, a High Prince of Hell and keeper of the deadly sin Lust. All across Hell, bubbles of Chaos were erupting, destroying everything in their path. The only chance she had at saving the villagers was to relocate them closer to the palace, Asmodeus’s seat of power.

The bubble of Chaos approaching this village now trembled on the edge of town, beginning to swallow an outlying barn. Natalia watched in horrified fascination as the darkness inched and ate away at the structure.
Black
was the only word her mind could come up with to describe it, but black wasn’t exactly right. The use of the word black would indicate something capable of reflecting a color, something with depth and substance. The bubbles were Chaos in its purest state, a mixture of the raw energies God used to create the universe.

Heaven, Hell, and all of the Universe had been formed by God out of Chaos, reshaped into everything around her, and held together by the will and strength of the High Princes and the King. Together they ruled Hell, each gaining power from the deadly sin they had been given charge of by God. That energy, in turn, allowed each to shape his portion of Hell into his image. As the balance of power shifted due to the rise of opium use in the mortal world, portions of Hell were reverting back to Chaos.

Everyone waited for Satan, the King of Hell, to end his seclusion and do something, anything, to stop the destruction.

One of the little boys moaned and wrapped his cream-colored, scaled arms around himself. He—well he wasn’t really a he, but Natalia had had no better term for him—had human features for the most part, but his teeth and nails were long and curved. She knew from her studies about the different species of demons and devils that when he reached maturity, the cream scales would fall off and depending on what color his adult scales were, he would either become male or female.

“Easy. The princess won’t let anything happen to you,” Eline, her master of the guard said in a deep voice.

Dressed from head to toe in onyx-black armor, the golden script of Natalia’s name shone on his breastplate and shoulders. His long black hair hung in a war braid down his broad back. That silken rope of hair could be used in battle to choke an opponent. He radiated menace, his pale white skin shimmering with hints of gray, as he constantly scanned their surroundings.

Normally, this deep in her father’s territory she wouldn’t have to worry about an attack, but as Chaos unmade her father’s realm into nothingness, and the assaults from High Prince Belal and his allies increased, it seemed as if nowhere was safe. Even groups of angels had begun to attack Hell in increasingly bold numbers.

Through it all, there had been no sign of King Satan.

A matronly devil with threads of ivory streaking through her yellow hair swung down from her loaded wagon as it stopped in front of the group of children.

“Mama!” The little girl in Natalia’s arms cried out and tried to go to her.

Natalia held her back and let Eline stand in front of them. The little girl made a noise of complaint, but they had gone through this with every family who came to retrieve a child. The girl didn’t try to break out of Natalia’s grasp.

Eline blocked the child’s view of the woman. “What is the name of your daughter’s favorite food?”

The little girl stood on her tiptoes and whispered into Natalia’s ear. “Kelpie pie.”

“Kelpie pie,” the frightened woman said at the same time.

Natalia led the little girl to the edge of the circle and passed her through the protective barrier. Once the little girl stood on the other side, the mother grabbed her with a soft sob and held her close while the little girl cried as well. The mother babbled thanks to Natalia as her husband shoved them into the wagon with an anxious look over his shoulder toward the bubble of Chaos.

Eline pulled Natalia to his chest, and she breathed in the scent of metal and male musk. Through their psychic bond, she could feel his concern and impatience.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said for the fifteenth time in less than an hour.

She rested her cheek against the hard curve of metal that made up his breastplate and watched as her concubine, Gregor, directed a group of demons and devils in the removal of the town’s keystone. The stone consisted of a massive block of silver-chased black marble, installed by Asmodeus when the village had been founded after God had sent his Fallen Angels to Hell. It formed a protective barrier around the village, marking it as Asmodeus’s territory and warning the other high princes of Hell that these were his people. Now the earth groaned as the men lifted it from the ground with heavy steel bars—and magic.

Natalia detached herself from Eline’s arms when Raum, her father’s general and her lover, approached the edge of the protective circle with his lover and concubine, Kirin. Both men looked sweaty, dirty, and grim. Raum’s pale demonic skin, with its hint of shimmering turquoise blue was the same as ever, but his normally pristine white hair lay caked with grime where it had escaped its braid. Kirin sported the beginnings of a nice sunburn despite his swarthy skin, and his black curls were plastered to his head with sweat.

Raum took a formal tone with her since they were in public. “Princess, it is time.”

She tried to move forward, but Eline blocked her and said to Raum, “What’s your favorite food?”

Raum’s lips twitched and a soft wave of energizing lust radiated from him. “Natalia.”

Eline snorted, but he let her pass through the wards of the circle and exchange places with Kirin. “We’ll stay here with the remaining children until the keystone binding is done.”

Behind him, Kirin sat cross-legged on the ground and children immediately clambered all over him as he laughed and began to sing them an ancient Greek marching tune.

Raum wrapped his strong arms around Natalia and she took a moment to stroke his back, both to reassure him and herself. The cinnamon smell coming off his skin marked him as a potential blood-bond mate, and the dark part of her soul purred in contentment. A shout calling for her echoed through the village and she flinched. “I hate this.”

The bubble of Chaos hovered closer now. The barn that had marked its edge when she’d last looked had vanished. Now the trembling darkness crept up the porch of the farmhouse. A brilliant blue sky still arched above, but it seemed as if the bubble of Chaos stretched impossibly high.

“I know,” Raum murmured in a low voice as they carefully made their way through piles of abandoned furniture and personal items.

The bulk of the villagers were gone and just a few desperate clusters remained, still trying to salvage what they could. Raw, emotional blasts of sorrow, rage, and defeat filled the air until Natalia could almost taste them, a bitter mixture on the back of her tongue.

Raum’s voice tightened with worry. “If there were any way I could do this for you, I would.”

BOOK: Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil)
6.38Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Fleethaven Trilogy by Margaret Dickinson
The Pigman by Zindel, Paul
Maude by Donna Mabry
Three Knots to Nowhere by Ted E. Dubay
Safe in His Arms by Dana Corbit
The Neighbors by Ania Ahlborn