Mammon (Devilry #2)

3. Beelzebub

THREE

BEELZEBUB

“Could we drug him?”

I bring my scythe down hard on the man’s head, spurts of blood spraying me in the face. I try to pull it out, but it’s so deeply embedded in his skull, that it takes me a minute. Turning to Gore, I usher him over. “Help me get this thing out of him.”

Gore nods, slitting the throat of the woman he was holding and letting her go without a second thought. He keeps the man’s head in place while I put all my weight into my body to try to get my damn weapon unstuck.

“So, drug him?” he pesters, more blood dotting his shirt as he looks at me with those puppy dog eyes. “I think we still have some leftover chloroform in the basement.”

“Mm, we’d have to give him an upper first.” I chuckle in victory once my scythe is free. “We can’t get fucked by a soft dick.”

An idea brightens his eyes. “Ooo, what if we—um—make a glory hole in the bathroom and see if he gets curious?”

I shake my head. “Too risky. You’d be planting your ass against the wall for hours. Asi would end up accidentally fucking you.”

“Are you two done?” We both turn to Levi, who’s looking at us with pure annoyance, trying to hold down two men at the same time. “We’re kind of busy here.”

I wouldn’t call this busy, per se. We’re having fun. It’s more of an afternoon delight, minus all the cum.

Well…

I roll my eyes. “ You’re busy. Luc is just sitting over there jacking off.”

Luc’s head is drawn back, eyes glued to Levi’s hands as he snaps the neck of one man without even blinking. He moans, something lustful and needy. “Now the other one, Leviathan.”

And they say I’m the kinky one when Luc’s the one who gets off on watching his boyfriend kill people.

I swear, the nerve…

“Can we just get the job done?” Asi barks from outside the room, the sound of his swinging ax ringing through the hallway. “I have shit I want to do, and this is boring.”

I gasp in mock offense. When Mammon told us he needed people taken care of—the permanent way—I practically kissed him for the opportunity. There’s nothing better than spilling some blood to get your cock all stirred up. Especially when I have an ass like Gore’s waiting for a post-kill nut. I don’t even know what purpose this serves or why Mammon sent us to kill a bunch of random people. The more the merrier!

“I don’t know,” Gore whines, then promptly stomps on one man’s hand as he tries to crawl away. “I can’t figure it out.”

“P-Please! Don’t hurt me!”

“Hush!” I bark, kicking a woman across the face. “We’re having a conversation here, lady.”

“Stop playing with your food and get it over with!”

“Fuck off, Asi!”

“Yes, Leviathan. Slit his throat like a good boy.”

“I guess we can talk about this later,” Gore groans dramatically and takes his knife out of his pocket. “How many have you gotten?”

I smirk at the little game we sometimes play. “Why? You want to make this fun?”

“The most kills gets a congratulatory blowjob?”

“Add some rimming and you’ve got a deal.”

We part ways, both of us trying to see who can one-up the other. Once the house is completely silent and blood covers the walls, it turns out that Levi—or Luc, if you want to be technical about it—has the most kills.

Which, sadly, earns him the congratulatory blowjob Gore and I were battling over.

“So, Mammon?” Gore asks as we exit the house. His bright green hair is matted with blood, and he wipes some brain matter off his cheek.

“How many times does he have to tell you he doesn’t want you?” Asi snorts as he unlocks the car from the porch. “Either of you?”

“But we’re soulmates,” I whine as I open the door for Gore. “We can’t just let it go when it’s destined to be. Right, Levi?”

Levi, however, is too busy sucking Luc’s dick in the front yard to answer me. I swear, people can be so selfish sometimes.

Asi huffs in the driver’s seat as I climb in beside him. “I’m not saying you’re not”—he cringes—“soulmates. But at what point does this become a bit pathetic?”

I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t think I understand what you’re saying.”

“Yeah, that much is obvious.”

“Don’t be a dick, Asi,” Gore snaps, flicking his ear from the back seat. “Why don’t you try helping us for a change? You could start by not hogging Mammon.”

Asi rolls his eyes as he starts the car. “You’re just pissed he chose me to be his right hand instead of the two of you.”

“Exactly!”

“Duh!”

“Do you think I even want this job?” he growls, honking the horn at Levi and Luc. Turning back to me, he grits his teeth. “It’s stupid as fuck and I just want to be left alone.”

Gore pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you have that we don’t?”

“Um, I don’t know? Sanity? Reason? Common sense? Do any of these ring a bell?” He curses and rolls down my window, leaning across me to shout out to the lawn. “Hurry the fuck up or your asses are walking home!”

From the back seat, Gore frowns as he pokes my shoulder. “Do you think that’s why he doesn’t like us? We’re too…crazy for him?”

I hate the look of insecurity on his face. Gore is fucking amazing. He’s sweet, kind, and just like a baby otter you want to squeeze until its eyes pop out. Asi is being a dick to be a dick, and I won’t let him make Gore feel any less perfect than he is.

“Fuck you,” I spit at Asi.

Asi chuckles with a shrug. “Why don’t we add childish and immature to the list?”

“What list?” Luc asks as he slides into the backseat besides Gore. His cheeks are flushed bright red as he zips up his pants. “What are we talking about?”

“The best way to get some Mammon dick,” I say as we take off.

Levi shakes his head and throws an arm over Luc’s shoulder, the long scar on his skin shining under the light of the passing streetlamps. “Give it up. It’s not going to happen.”

I shake my head. Unbelievable. These people have zero faith in me. I share a look with Gore, who seems concerned, winking at him to calm his nerves. He just has to trust me and everything will work out.

Because, whether he likes it or not, Mammon is ours .