Chapter 2 He was

He was the size of a large bat but shaped like a man. Bull- shaped horns curled from his temple, ending in sharp points. When he smiled, his serrated teeth contrasted with skin the color of freshly spilled blood. A pair of leathery wings

flapped behind his back, narrowly missing his twisting, serpentine tail.

As a pit imp, he could make himself small enough to fit the tiniest of cells. The first time his kind had tried to take me out for punishment, I had swatted him away, only for him to grow seven feet on the outside.

I'd love to say it was the last time I'd tried to fight back, but it wasn't. Anyway, after several punishments, I'd learned that even fighting back with words could get a girl grilled over the Lake of Lava. Nope, it was best to be polite and keep the shit-talk to oneself.

"What have I done wrong?" I asked.

His lips spread into a broad grin. "This will be a first for you, eh, Aibek? Being wanted."

My throat thickened, and I tried not to think about Griff's betrayal. "Is this verbal torture a new initiative? Because it really stings."

The imp flapped his wings. "The boss has a proposal for you."

"My answer is no."

Demons always wanted some poor bastard to test out a poison or an invention or a new form of torture. It was the only way apart from exercise sessions that we were permitted to leave our cells. After the time some crackpot alchemist had given me an elixir that turned my skin inside out, I'd learned that the stalagmites were the safest place for a sinner.

He rubbed his chin. "That's a pity, because refusing means double punishments and double the discomfort of your cell."

My eyes narrowed. "What's the point of asking me if you're making it impossible for me to refuse?"

"Hell is all about free will," he said with a cold chuckle. "After all, aren't you here because of your choices?"

"Fine," I growled. "Take me to your leader."

The imp tucked his clipboard beneath one arm and stretched out a clawed hand.

I ground my teeth. It went against my every instinct to let this accursed creature take me to goodness-knows-what kind of boss. Some of the demons in Hell were as tall as hills and chewed souls like mine for sport. That had been my second punishment, by the way. After traveling through the bastard's digestive system, the imps had shoved my shredded carcass back into my cell. It had taken me ages to heal, and the moment I did, it was time for my third punishment.

"Each minute we waste is a minute that we'll add to your future torture sessions." He wiggled his sharp fingers in a silent gesture for me to hurry.

"All right," I snarled and offered him my finger.

"About bloody time." The imp gave his wings a sharp flap, shifting the air so a stream of dust blew into my eyes.

Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was too late. Enough grit landed on their tender surface to keep them streaming for at least a week. Not that I could track time in this demonic dimension.

I blinked away the tears as he pulled me from my cell. It was hundreds of feet over a large courtyard consisting of a lake filled with lava. Hanging over the heated monstrosity

was a rickety suspension bridge that looked like it might crumble with the weight of a feather.

My nostrils filled with the acrid scent of brimstone, which went down my throat and coated my sinuses in a poisonous ash. I tightened my stomach muscles and shuddered as we flew over the body of molten fire and hoped to Hades that the demon didn't release me.

I wasn't exaggerating, but if I had a stone for every imp who dropped a spirit they ferried out of the pit, I would be able to build a tower to reach heaven.

"Ah," he said as he expanded to his full seven-foot-tall, muscular grandeur and cradled me to his broad chest. "That's better."

Shivers skittered down my spine as his mighty wings slashed through the air like whips. I didn't know where to put my hands because I'd be damned if I touched a creature that thrived on torture and sex. I let my arms go limp and tried not to look at his muscles or inhale his brimstone scent. This part of Hell was dark, largely because the stalagmites were so tall that they blocked out all the light. Not that we ever got the sun or anything other than flames. The only source of illumination came from the lake beneath us and the souls glowing from their cubby holes within the huge

rock structures.

The Punishment Pits were a conglomeration of high-rises arranged around an open space. Except these towers were jagged and made of stone, with surfaces that resembled the nests of cliff swallows.

We flew a gut-wrenching path between the massive structures, filled with the endless screams and moans of the

condemned. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Excuse me," I rasped. "Where are we going?"

The arm holding me around my back loosened, making my stomach lurch. "Are you going to barrage me with questions, or should I let you drop?"

A moan made its way from the pit of my gut to the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down. "What about your boss?"

"Huh?" The imp turned his head to me and scowled. "He ordered you to bring me, right?"

"Your point?"

"Well, if you let me fall into the lake, I'll sink down into the lava and have to wait for the demonic piranhas or whatever's down there to finish eviscerating my soul."

He snickered because everyone who worked the punishment pit was a sadist.

Annoyance prickled across my transparent skin. "What would this boss of yours say if you failed to deliver me to his feet?"

That wiped the smile off his crimson face, and he tightened his lips.

I held back the urge to smirk. Petty victories were all well and good, but demons had memories even longer than their tails. One day, he would repay me for catching him out in a bluff.

You know what? Fuck it. It felt good for once in this awful afterlife to have the upper hand.

The rest of our journey through Hell passed in silence. We glided over the configuration of rocks that bordered the exercise arena. Each one was shaped like a person who either

crouched or lay or stood in with their body twisted with agony, encased in metallic rock.

No force in Heaven, Hell, or the Living World would convince me that they weren't once giants. Between the huge statues were smaller platforms where the demons laid out the Pits' inmates and delivered hours of torment. Poles, crosses, and X-shaped stands stood around them, as did an object that resembled a spit.

My asshole clenched at the memory of that torture device.

These demons were bloody sick.

"If you must know, we're headed toward the palace," the imp said with a sniff as we left the torture arena.

If this was an attempt to make me beg for details so he could say something snippy, I would hold my tongue.

We traveled over a chasm of black stone. Heat radiated from the surface, which formed cracks that revealed orange streaks of lava.

"Ain't you curious?" he asked with a deep rumble.

"Of course, I am," I blurted before I could stop myself.

The imp grinned, making those serrated teeth of his look like tiny guillotines.

Once again, I cursed myself for being so impulsive. Gerrison had always told me that my recklessness would get me and the pack into trouble. Did I listen to the warnings of our wise beta?

I shook off that thought. Regrets were for the weak. Once I made a decision, I stuck to it and damned the consequences.

Thick clouds covered the sky or however one could describe whatever was above us. Hell wasn't quite the

underground cavern they showed on human TV. It was another dimension, but one that didn't get the sun. Fire licked beneath the clouds, making the whole place look like someone had set the air alight.

"Go on, then," said the imp. "What?" I replied, my heart sinking.

Conversations with these creatures could be aggravating because they existed to create torment: physical, mental or social... that's if they weren't demanding blowjobs.

This exchange was a typical example of impishness. He knew I had to be shitting myself with terror at the thought of being taken away to some mysterious demon. To pass the time, he wanted me to beg and whine for crumbs. Because I wasn't acting how he wanted, he was prodding at my sense of curiosity and dread.

"Ask me about what the boss wants from you," he said. "When you said the boss, I thought you meant the pit

supervisor," I drawled, trying to make my voice sound breezy. "Thanks for letting me know I'm wanted by one of the higher-ups."

He snarled.

On the inside, I smirked.

The air thickened, and the orange atmosphere darkened into a thunderous hue. We flew over a different part of hell which was covered in sand, with the occasional fire lighting our way. Gigantic bones littered the ground, and a ribcage lay half-buried the way the Statue of Liberty did in Planet of the Apes.

As we traveled over the huge structure, I tried to convince myself it was the skeleton of a whale. But deep down, in the

pit of my soul, I knew. I knew that it had once been a supernatural creature, and that no creature swimming in the sea would earn itself a place in Hell.

"You're no fun," said the imp.

"Sorry for not giving you job satisfaction," I said. "Maybe you'd feel a bit better if you spared a thought for us poor bastards who are here to suffer."

He snorted. "Nobody is in the pit who didn't deserve it." "You could be right." I kept my voice light because what I

had done went against everything Gerrison and Dad had taught me about being a good alpha.

A good alpha dispensed punishments that fitted the severity of the crimes. Intellectually, I knew what I had done had been wrong. That's why Logris had laws and packs had unwritten codes. But Griff had wronged me first. Imaginary claws sliced through my heart, making it bleed.

My eyes welled with tears that washed away the sulfur and the dust and the grit. Things would have ended differently for me if the laws were made by women.

I pushed down my self-pity and crushed it into a ball. I did what I did, and I had no regrets.

The imp said something else, but by now, we'd flown out of the dark zone into an open space where the air was lighter, brighter, and resembled a hazy sunset but without the ball of hot plasma.

The mist parted to reveal a huge structure that was both shaped like a demon but also resembled a haunted castle. Twin towers stood from its pinnacle like horns, with a pair of gigantic furnaces in its middle burning like eyes.

"Is that the palace?" I asked, interrupting whatever he was saying.

"In a few minutes, you'll be kneeling before the King of the Fifth Faction," he said, leaving a whole lot unspoken. "He's not one to tolerate fools, so you'd best learn what he wants now."

"Right." I exhaled a long, shuddering breath. Apart from sassing a few imps at the pit, I hadn't done anything wrong. Had I?

The Fifth Faction was one of nine divisions within Hell and the only one that housed supernaturals. Its leader was Hades, the Greek god who had once ruled an underworld of the same name. We learned about him in history classes at the Academy of Logris, but he was also one of the monarchs in our supernatural city.

Logris was hidden within Richmond Park in London, and it housed angels, demons, vampires, faeries, witches, mages, and shifters. It was hard to believe that Dad had been both the alpha of our pack, the Shifter King, and a colleague of Hades. Even harder to believe that Hades was one of the judges who had sentenced me to death.

"What does he want, then?" I asked, my heart sinking.

The imp chuckled. "You know, I can tell you everything for a price."

I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. This was exactly what he wanted. For me to amuse him with a round of whining and groveling or to debase myself for information. He was about to be disappointed.

"Oh, please, mighty demon," I said, my voice flat. "Will you tell me what I need to know?"

"Sure."

My breath hitched. It couldn't be that easy.

His rumbling laughter made my insides twist into terrified knots. Possibilities flickered through my mind. This was where he told me that Hell was full, and I had to live at the bottom of the lake. Or that they'd caught me avoiding the screen replaying my worst memories, and it was time to downgrade my accommodations to the Abyss. Whatever he said next would be heinous.

"I'll tell you everything you need to know. But first, you have to suck my cock."

I rolled my eyes. How many times had I laid on the stone tables, watching others give the imps fellatio, only for them to resume their torture the moment they'd cum? The worst part was that they'd add on the time a condemned soul spent pleasuring them to the punishment session. Anyone with a lick of sense would just take their beating and get bundled back to their cell, battered, broken, but at least with their pride.

"I'll take my chances with Hades," I said. "Are you frigid?" he snarled.

"Only when it comes to demons."

His roar made my eyes bulge, but he didn't toss me on the ground like he might have done if this had been my time for punishment.

We approached the palace's outer perimeter, which consisted of a hundred-foot-tall curtain wall surrounded by a lava-filled moat. The more practical part of my consciousness told me to cling onto his neck so he wouldn't drop me out of revenge, but I curled my hands into fists.

There was no way this demon would transport me across Hell and then toss me away. Not when it would take days for me to recover from the injury. Not when his king wanted to speak to me right now.

As we flew over the first layer of defense, a forty-foot-tall rock troll with curled horns rose from the lava and swatted at us with a massive paw.

My soul seized with a whole-body shudder, and I clenched my teeth. If the building's exterior was this inhospitable, then its interior would be ten times worse.

I glanced away from the palace in the direction of the Punishment Pits. Coming here had probably been a terrible mistake.