The Brotherhood

The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He is beautiful—an enigma. What we are doing is sick, but no one else touches me like he does. I want to run from the darkness that consumes my soul, but in the dark, he's there. My fallen angel.

KaiI was ruination. I took what I wanted when I wanted it without caring about the consequences. Power and control had always been my birthright. But then, she came along, dancing like a flame before me. She was a force of nature, untamable and wild, and she pulled at the darkest parts of my soul, igniting a hunger that consumed me whole. I craved her. Yearned for the intensity of her touch and the fire in her gaze. She was a tempest I couldn't predict and a wildfire I couldn't contain.

Wrenly Morgan. Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary. I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull. I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web.