5. Levi
CHAPTER FIVE
LEVI
Evelyn walked out of the coffee shop. I was confident that I had made a good start with this challenge Lucifer had given me. She would be an interesting conquest, but whatever it took, I would do Lucifer’s bidding.
Evelyn’s cheeks had flushed an appealing shade of pink as we talked, and I caught her stealing glances at me as she left, desire mixed with shame in her expression. I could almost smell her arousal, along with her guilt for having such unvirtuous thoughts. This was going to be fun. There was a fiery temper hidden beneath that pure, innocent exterior, waiting to be revealed. I looked forward to bringing it out.
The hunt was the best part of taking a soul, and the one for hers would be a challenge.
Evelyn was pure in body, too. Never having been sullied by a cock, virgins had a sweet, arousing scent.
As I turned to leave, an idea crossed my mind. Why not snap my fingers and sour all the cream and milk in the shop? I paused, considering it. Was that a little too cutesy and on-the-nose?
Nah, I decided with a chuckle. Because as soon as the first customer got a mouthful of spoiled dairy in their drink, they would unleash their anger on the poor unsuspecting barista. It would completely ruin the kid’s day. A little extra chaos and misery was always a good thing in my book.
Mind made up, I headed for the door, anticipating the mayhem that was about to unfold. I snapped my fingers surreptitiously as I approached the exit. The magic tingled through my hand, foul and invigorating. With relish, a middle-aged man in a cheap suit took a big gulp of his latte, which now contained chunky, rancid cream.
The man’s eyes bulged as the taste hit him. He spit the mouthful halfway across the room in a stunning sour milk spray.
“What the hell?” he sputtered, flecks of spoiled latte foam speckling his lips and chin. “This is disgusting.”
I let out a dark chuckle as I pushed open the door, the chimes tinkling cheerfully, adding a surreal soundtrack to the ensuing scene. Behind me, I heard the man start to lay into the teenage barista, demanding to see a manager and threatening to leave scathing reviews everywhere. Another customer gagged on her cappuccino. Satisfied with my bit of impromptu evil, I stepped out onto the sunny sidewalk.
The quaint sign for the Jumping Bean Coffee Co. caught my attention. It would make the perfect prop for a post-mischief selfie. I pulled out my phone and angled it to get my smiling face and the sign in the frame together. It took a couple of tries to get the light just right and capture my best angles. What could I say, when you were as handsome as me, you had to show it off.
Finally, after capturing the perfect self-portrait of my devilishly good looks and the unsuspecting establishment I’d just thrown into disarray, I uploaded the selfie, adding the caption “Really great coffee here today” and a winking emoji for good measure.
My followers would get a kick out of the irony. As I went to pocket my phone, I noticed a string of missed texts from Aziz. That was odd—he wasn’t a hugely communicative person. He’d chosen to keep an eye on Sister Evelyn at the homeless shelter today and since she’d left, I didn’t expect to hear from him.
Swiping open the messages, my amused good cheer quickly morphed into a scowl.
Aziz: A crazy vagrant Frank Brown attacked Evelyn. He’s been taken to Mercy General Hospital.
My fists clenched. Evelyn belonged to us . How dare that lowlife lay a hand on her? I pictured the smudged bruises I’d noticed on Evelyn’s pale skin. Rage bubbled up inside me, hot and seething.
I stalked over to where I’d parked my sleek black Maserati, the vehicle was a perfect reflection of my style—powerful, luxurious, and undeniably sexy.
Wrenching open the door, I slid into the supple leather driver’s seat, still stewing over the news. It wasn’t that I cared about Evelyn’s wellbeing. No, I was furious that someone else had marred her flesh before I got the chance to touch it. A human at that. Those marks should’ve been made by me and me alone.
As I peeled out of the parking lot, tires squealing, a plan began to take shape in my mind. Frank Brown needed to pay for what he’d done. And I wanted to be the one to mete out that punishment. Amusement filled me. This was going to be fun.
I merged onto the highway, pushing the speed limit, hellbent on reaching the hospital in record time. Someone had touched what belonged to me. They thought they could get away with damaging my newest plaything before I’d had my fill. Well, he’d find out just how much he’d fucked up shortly.
I careened into the hospital parking lot, the Maserati’s engine purring as I whipped into an empty ambulance bay near the ER entrance. Cutting the ignition, I swung my door open and stepped out, slamming it shut with a satisfying thud. Did I need a Maserati to move around Earth? Of course not. But fuck if it wasn’t cool.
“Sir, you can’t park there.” A frazzled-looking security guard in a blue uniform hurried over, gesturing wildly at my car. “This area is for emergency vehicles only.”
I flashed her my most charming grin, but annoyance simmered just beneath the surface. “It is an emergency, sweetheart. I’ve got important business inside.”
“I don’t care what kind of business you have. You need to move your vehicle right now.” She planted her hands on her hips, trying to look intimidating.
My eyes narrowed. Who did this human think she was, ordering me around? With a casual flick of my middle finger in her direction, I turned on my heel and strolled into the ER, ignoring her indignant sputtering behind me.
The hospital was a hive of activity. I wrinkled my nose at the distinct scents of sickness, disinfectant, and desperation that clung to the air. Places like this were always ripe for the picking, full of vulnerable souls at their lowest points.
But I wasn’t here to toy with the feeble and dying. No, I had a specific target in mind. Frank Brown had dared to lay a hand on Evelyn, and for that, he would suffer. The fact that I wanted to punish him for marking her before I could was a truth I barely acknowledged, even to myself.
I strode up to the nurse’s station and turned on the charm. The nurse behind the counter looked up, brown eyes going wide as she took in my immaculate suit, perfect hair, and the gorgeous human face I used when on earth. Her pupils dilated, and I noticed her breathing pick up as she sat up taller. I could actually smell her arousal. A woman working herself to the bone who probably had some loser limp dick husband at home. She was starving for an orgasm.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the counter. “Hi there, gorgeous. I’m here to see my cousin, Frank Brown. I heard he was brought in earlier today. Mind pointing me in the right direction?”
The nurse blinked, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Um, let me check.” She tapped away at her keyboard. “Ah, yes. Frank Brown. He’s in room 115, but security has said it’s not safe for him to have visitors.”
Well, that was true, but it wasn’t going to stop me either.
I reached out and gently grasped her hand, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. A subtle pulse of magic flowed through the contact, nudging her mind to comply. “I’m sure you can make an exception for family, right? I won’t be long, I promise.”
Her resistance crumbled like a house of cards. With a dazed nod, she gestured down the hallway. “Of course, go right ahead. 115 is on your left.”
“You’re an angel.” I winked, releasing her hand and sauntering off in the direction she’d indicated.
Too easy. Humans were so delightfully malleable, especially when faced with a pretty face and a touch of infernal persuasion.
The hallway was bustling with activity, nurses and cleaning staff hurrying past, pushing gurneys and mops. I navigated through the controlled chaos with ease, my senses attuned to the various dramas playing out around me. So much pain, so much suffering. It was like a buffet for a demon like me.
But I had to stay focused. Frank Brown. Oh, the things I had planned for him. I reached room 115 and pushed open the door.
The room was small and sterile, the blinking of lights and the smell of antiseptic and unwashed human assaulting my senses. And there, handcuffed to the gurney, was Frank Brown. He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening in fear.
“Hello, Frank. I’d like to talk to you about Sister Evelyn.”
Frank shrank back against the bed, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape. Good. Fear suited him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen her. I swear.”
I chuckled and sauntered over to his bedside. “Oh, Frank. I think you have. And I know you touched her.”
“No, I didn’t, I swear,” he blubbered, thrashing against his restraints.
I leaned in close and whispered an enchantment into his ear. Frank’s face paled and his mouth worked, the expression draining from his features as my words sank in. His terrified face went slack. I walked out as Frank grabbed a tray off the table.
I strolled along the hallway toward the elevators. This place reeked of desperation and despair, a sensual perfume. The more I soaked in the misery, the more my cock, the length of my forearm, stirred. Damn, I needed a good fucking after this. A nice tight hole to relieve all this tension sounded magnificent.
Approaching the security office, I spotted a hapless guard. Perfect. I knocked on the door, feigning politeness. When the fool opened it, I used my magic to alter my appearance to a young, beautiful blonde woman and flashed my most dazzling smile. “Hey there, cutie. I’m so lost. Can you help me?”
The guard, entranced by my charms, stood frozen, drool pooling at the corner of his lips as I waved my hand in front of his glazed over eyes. “Forget,” I said, watching the blank look wash over his face.
Moments later, I was in front of the monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard as I brought up the surveillance footage from Frank Brown’s room. The pathetic human had begun to work on himself with the fervor of a man possessed, and truthfully, he was. I’d given him a little push in the right direction, after all.
Using the computer controls, I zoomed in, not wanting to miss a thing. Frank had taken the plastic fork from his used food tray, snapped the end off, leaving a jagged and sharp piece of plastic. He’d already skewered one eyeball, the milky fluid of the eye mixing with blood and sliding down his cheek. I gave a faint snigger as he thrashed around shoving the makeshift weapon into his second eyeball. My cock throbbed in my pants as blood gushed down his face in a macabre fountain.
The visual as he plunged the entire utensil into his mouth, ripping through his cheek, almost got me to pull my dick out and begin stroking. It had been too long since I’d last feasted on such delicious agony. Through the camera’s speakers, I listened as he grunted and hissed in fervor, sawing through his cheek, then stabbing into his tongue, gouts of blood bursting from his mouth. So much blood. That was all humans were really. Filthy monkeys with souls, filled with blood and guts, and all held together by the thinnest of containers, so easily torn asunder.
The alarms blared, as the monitors on Frank registered his panicked heart rate and blood loss. The medics rushed in as he was plunging the jagged and broken fork into his own throat. The makeshift blade rising and falling, rising and falling, each time a fan of blood arching up. Arterial pulses send crimson sprays across the room like a child’s squirt gun working overtime. Try as they might, the doctors and nurses were too late to save the sputtering, gasping mess that was once Frank.
“Well, Frank,” I said to the fading security feed, “I’m sure you and your new roommates will have a blast in hell.”
With a jaunty skip, I left the security office whistling a tune. I paused by the nurse and whispered, “Meet me in the garage.”
The automatic doors whooshed open as I left the hospital, and I quickly snapped a picture of myself in front of the hospital sign, uploading it to social media with the caption: “Almost a rough day but all is okay now. ” Creating a social media presence on Earth had been one of Lucifer’s ideas. Corruption on a mass scale. Damn if it hadn’t been a good one. I loved keeping up my accounts. Ol’ Luc had hit the nail on the head assigning me that particular task. I was up to three million followers. Fuckin’ A. Of course I was. Who wouldn’t love me?
A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of antiseptic and exhaust fumes, ruffled my hair as I strolled toward my car, glossy black paintwork gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights of the ambulance bay where I’d left it.
It would be nice to work off this hard on with the woman. She was going to be deliciously shamed by how much she enjoyed being banged on a car hood in public view.
As I reached for the door handle, the all too familiar buzzing that felt like a thousand tiny needles in my skull started. Lucifer’s signature mental summons.
Grumbling, I telepathically respond with a curt, “ Yeah, boss? ”
The reply came back immediately, and it was clear he wasn’t pleased. “ Get your ass back here now, Levi. We have a problem .”
I sighed, my good mood and hard cock quickly deflating. Knowing better than to keep the boss waiting. “ All right, all right, I’m on my way .”
I got in and buckled up, mentally preparing myself for whatever trouble was waiting for me back in Hell. The Maserati started with a throaty roar. The smell of burning rubber filled the air, as I pulled out of the ambulance bay and headed to the garage where I’d park the car while I teleported into Hell.
Dread crept up my spine. I had a feeling deep in the pit of my gut this was definitely going to be one of those days.