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This is a direct sequel to "Hell's Gate". Read that series first if you wish to read this.
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Thy Kingdom Come
Chapter One: Aurora
{Motel Room; Late Evening}
Aurora opened her eyes slowly, scared at what she might see. She remembered very little before she had mysteriously blacked out, but one image still burned hotly into her mind; two men, naked from the waist up had grabbed her right after she had rammed her car into some woman who had been standing in the middle of the road.
It had all happened so quickly, and although Aurora knew she had not sustained any head trauma, she had still managed to conk out. Hopefully she had not fainted; her mother would never let her live down swooning. If she lived at all. For all she knew, she was five minutes away from bloody murder.
"Are you awake?" a deep, male's voice said suddenly from her right.
Aurora's eyes snapped all the way open and she turned toward the voice, which came from a large, bald man sitting in a chair in front of a small desk. Seeing the man sitting there made Aurora suddenly realize that she too was in a chair, except her arms were being held behind it by a rope that softly dug into her wrists, binding her hands together and preventing her from moving.
Aurora nodded in response to the question, and flicked her eyes fervently around her surroundings. She was thankfully fully aware, and it was easy to ascertain that she was in a motel room. In addition to the small desk and chairs, a TV stand stood closed in front of her, and she could see the side of a mattress out of the corner of her eye, meaning that the bed was behind her.
The man spoke again, "Do you know your name?"
"Aurora," she answered, already having decided to cooperate; she had seen enough crime shows to know there was no use arguing with kidnappers. Especially ones as large and powerful-looking as this one was.
"Unique name," the man said, standing. Chains rattled from the pockets of his black pants and muscles bunched beneath the tight black t-shirt he wore over his chest. He was about six feet tall standing, and wore dark sunglasses that hid his eyes from Aurora's view. Definitely intimidating.
"My mother's a bit of a hippy," Aurora admitted, watching her captor closely as he pulled his chair closer to her, "She doesn't ever do anything conventionally."
The man nodded, placing his chair a foot from Aurora's and sitting back down, "I can admire that."
"So is there a reason I'm tied up?"
Smiling, the man shrugged, "You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do you remember anything?"
Aurora searched her memory for a good answer, "After I hit that woman, I remember getting out of the car. She stood up, which was really confusing, and then I started getting a little hysterical. Then I saw two very large men, I think you were one of them, come out of nowhere, which made me even more hysterical. And then nothing; I blacked out. Did I hit my head?"
The man shook his head, "Nope."
"Huh, I didn't think so," Aurora frowned, and then asked after a pause, "What's your name?"
"Wraith," the man said.
"Unusual names abound," Aurora noted.
"That they do."
"Are you going to let me go, Wraith?"
"Not right yet. But I will untie you if you'd like."
"That would be nice."
Wraith stood and began working on the rope that bound her wrists. "It's a shame," he mused as he worked, "I did enjoy seeing you tied up like this."
Aurora blushed and pulled her hands to her lap once she felt the rope fall away, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Wraith sat back down in his chair and then leaned in close. She could see nothing behind his glasses, but could feel his eyes bore into her's intensely, "I mean you are very beautiful, for a human, and were even more so bound to that chair."
Blushing, Aurora looked down at her lap, then brought her eyes back level with Wraith's as something registered, "What do you mean, 'for a human'?"
Reaching up, Wraith gripped his sunglasses and pulled them off. Underneath them, his eyes were pitch-black with no whites or irises; just pools of pure darkness.
"Holy shit!" Aurora gasped, "Are those real?"
Wraith nodded.
"So...what are you? A vampire?"
"Ha!" Wraith barked, "They, my lovely captive, do not exist. I am a demon."
Aurora didn't know what to believe. On one hand, the man did have a very demon-like demeanor, if there was such a thing, and solid black eyes. On the other hand...demons probably did not exist. She most likely had been kidnapped by a crazy man, which meant no amount of cooperation or conversation would see her out alive.
"Prove it," Aurora demanded, trying to keep her voice calm. Might as well give him a chance...
"Fine," Wraith shrugged and stood again, pulling off his t-shirt.
Tan, heavily muscled skin was so suddenly exposed to Aurora's eyes that she couldn't help but feel a slight tingling emerge between her thighs. The man was a god. Not an inch of fat could be discerned from where she was standing, and she itched to touch him even though she knew it must just be the Stockholm Syndrome kicking in early. She was no prude, but those types of thoughts did not seem appropriate in that particular situation, and she chastised herself for them.
"Look here," he said, sitting back down and leaning forward. He was pointing at his ribs on the right side.
Taking a deep breath, Aurora leaned in slightly and looked where he was pointing. She could see a small, green tattoo of some strange symbol between two of the bones.
"That's proof?" she asked skeptically, trying to look at his eyes and not the gloriously sized pecs dusted with hair that just begged to have her fingers running through it.
"Just watch," Wraith said and pressed the tip of his index finger to the mark.
Aurora watched in fascination as it glowed bright green, mesmerizing her with its mysterious beauty. She blinked once, only to open her eyes and find herself lying on the motel room bed, thankfully still clothed in her jeans and long-sleeved blouse. Wraith was standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the TV stand, thankfully clothed in nothing but his chained pants.
"What...how?" Aurora certainly did not remember moving from her chair to the bed.
"Magic," Wraith explained, yawning and stretching at the same time, giving Aurora another nice view of his physique, "The same kind I used to get you here. Small enchantment really, but my magic is very limited on Earth so I use what I can."
Aurora sat up and rested her head against the wall, "So you claim to be a demon. Which means that woman I hit with my car...she's a demon too? No human could have survived the impact, which is probably why I freaked out when she stood up like nothing had happened."
"No," Wraith shook his head, and moved to the door to check the locks before turning off the overhead light, leaving the only illumination to the single bedside lamp, "She's an Angel."
"Oh," Aurora nodded and then raised a single eyebrow as Wraith sat on the bed next to her, "And where is she, I'd like to see her wings. More proof, you know."
"She is enjoying some much-needed alone time with her demon lover, Taint," Wraith explained, slumping down until he was lying prone on his back, his hands folded on his stomach.
"Now I've heard it all," Aurora nodded, "Also, is it bed time?"
"For me it is," Wraith nodded, closing his eyes, "Unless you'd like to stay up and enjoy some of your own alone time with me."
'Would I...' Aurora thought, but said, "No. That's ok. I'll just lie here and try to process the past ten minutes' worth of crazy. Maybe escape?"
"Don't even think about it," Wraith muttered sleepily, "Remember, I'm a demon, and now you know it."
"Right..." Aurora whispered, and then brought her knees to her chest, hugging them close. It was at least two hours until she began to feel even remotely sleepy, but she just continued to hug her legs to her body and stare into the dimly-lit room, trying to ignore the demon Adonis next to her. She had just been driving home from work...She definitely had not expected to be in this type of situation.
At three thirty in the morning, Aurora finally crawled under the covers and closed her eyes. She fell asleep quickly, hoping against hope that she would wake up in her own bed, and knowing somehow that that would not be the case. And, in some strange twisted insane way, hoping that it would not be the case.
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{Motel Room; Late Evening}
"Think she'll be ok with him?" Olivia asked, closing and locking the door behind her.