Epilogue
EPILOGUE
VIRGIL
3 Months later…
It had been months since the last incident. Months since I'd heard of any demons or possessions. Hellsing had been brought into the MC by Saddle. He had a fatherly affection for the boy and who could blame him, he had like six nephews.
Cipher had been missing for a few months, tracking down the motherfucker who had tried to get at Bulldog. But now everyone was wondering where he was. It wasn’t like him not to communicate, which put everyone on edge.
In my book, paranormal shit was easy. Black and white, demons and angels. You had some holy water and a prayer, and you just might get through it. But when you had the Mafia at your back, they didn’t fuck with you how demons did. They made sure your purgatory was here on earth. That was a whole different set of weapons.
After everything we’d gone through, I wasn’t leaving Barythaya’s side, nor did I want her giving up what she loved, which was the Sanctuary. Instead, I moved in with her, and she accepted the fact, that every once in a while, I’d have to leave to take care of otherworldly things. Gratefully, I was always able to keep a watchful eye on her. Made us both feel safe knowing the Royal Bastards had our back. It seems the rune she tattooed on my arm served more than just a protection to ward off demons. It was a ward on angels too. And it was how she was able to remember everything, although at times, when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night, I wished she had just remembered me and not everything else.
Tonight, the silence was defeaning with what should have been peace, but instead, there was tense energy around me.
I was about to drift off to sleep when a faint, deathly whisper slithered through the air.
"Keep them close, Exorcist. Don't let the demons catch them."
"What?" My eyes flew open and I sat up abruptly. The weight of those words echoed and tightened around my chest. Panic quickly ensued and I took a calming breath, watching as Bayrthaya stirred beside me.
I slid a hand over her thigh, needing her warmth to soothe this cold fear that was gnawing at my soul.
"He's watching. Waiting for you," the whisper became clearer. And I quickly jumped out of the bed, grabbing my preferred weapon of choice, a crucifix.
"Who's there? If you're trying to scare me it won't work. I've sent worst things back to hell."
"Oh I know," it laughed and I flinched at the scraping sound. It was like sandpaper gnawing at your skull. Not pleasant at all.
"What the hell do you want?" I murmur to the darkness, hoping for an answer, but nothing comes. My voice cracks with frustration. "Just fucking tell me."
The air thickened and then I felt it. The old familiar feeling of Death. It always had this way of creeping in, quiet and foreboding, waiting in the shadows.
"Hello again, friend," the familiar rasping voice echoed, and I clenched my fists.
I don't even turn to look at it. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Death's figure appeared at the foot of the bed, its hooded form more tangible this time, a grim reminder of all the things that have tried to destroy me. Its voice is a dark, mocking lullaby.
"I'm not here to harm you, Virgil. I've learned my lesson. I was brought to the gates of hell and prosecuted, but I still owe my debt and until then, I am chained to purgatory.
"How did you get out?"
"I was in the area. Someone on the floor below has died."
"So what? You decided to stop by before claiming your bounty?"
"Something like that. I cannot forgive what you did. You hurt me so deeply..."
"Cut the crap. You damn well know that you were manipulating this entire situation. I nearly lost her because of you. I. Hate. You," I growled at it.
"Yes. I suppose I am deserving of that hate. That is my price to pay for wanting something I cannot have. Either way I am here to give you a message."
"Say your message and leave us alone."
"Belial is not gone."
The demon's name stopped me in my tracks. "It's gone. We made sure of it," I shook.
"I've spoken to it. It is growing restless. Furious. And a furious demon has no mercy."
A chill races up my spine. "Then I'll put him back in chains," I grit out through clenched teeth. "I will keep him down there myself if I have to."
"That's not up to you," Death replies with eerie calm.
"Then who?" I sneer, my voice low, almost a growl. "God?"
Death's chuckle is low and bone-chilling. "You're just a man, Virgil."
It floats closer, tendrils of its cloak brush past me as it gazes down on Barythaya's sleeping form. Its voice softens. "She is beautiful."
Fear twists in my gut, the kind that doesn't paralyze you but makes you want to fight like hell. I wanted to throw myself between them, to shield her and take her away from this nightmare.
"Don't fear me, Virgil," Death whispers, its gaze still fixed on her. "Fear the demon that haunts her… and your unborn child."
My heart stops. The air stills, and everything sharpens in that moment. I stared down at Barythaya, lying so peacefully beside me, oblivious to what was happening around her.
Unborn child.
The weight of those words hits me like a sledgehammer. My body stiffens, my hands trembling as the reality crashes in. She was pregnant. "How do I defeat it?" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper.
But Death's form begins to dissipate, the edges of his figure blurring into the shadows.
"How do I defeat it?" I roar, my voice echoing through the room. I must have yelled too loud because Barythaya stirred beside me, I slid back into the bed beside her, her hand finding its way to my chest.
"Baby, you alright?" Her voice was soft and groggy, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep. She presses herself closer, her warmth grounding me in a way I can't explain.
I force a smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Just a bad dream, baby. Go back to sleep."
She lets out a sleepy murmur and snuggles against me, her breathing evening out again as she drifts back into slumber. But I can't move. I hold her tighter, clinging to her like she's the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
The demon's laughter, dark and cruel, echoes in my mind, a reminder that sleep will never come for me again.
But she's pregnant. My heart thunders in my chest, the magnitude of it all sinking in, drowning me in equal parts terror and love.
I need to feel her. I need to remind myself that she's here, that we're alive, that despite the darkness that's threatening us, there's still love around us.
I shift her gently, my hands caressing her body, tracing the soft curves of her hips. I open her legs, sliding down between them as I slide her panties off her.
She moans softly, her eyes still closed as I tease her pussy, running the tips of my fingertips over her soft bare lips. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and there's something in her gaze—something raw that pulls me in deeper.
"Virgil," she whispers, her voice thick with sleep, but there's a softness there, a warmth that makes my chest ache.
I press my mouth to her, loving the guttural groan that makes her arch back. I lap at her clit in slow deliberate circles and watch as her heels come off the bed, her toes curl and the sheets beneath her hands, succumb to her white-knuckled grip.
"Virgil," my name drips off her lips in a sensually erotic way. A purr that's meant only for me and I revel in it.
My tongue finds its way to her opening, and it lingers there, teasing her. Her legs widen, and her hips begin to dance. I smile, sliding a finger inside of her, curling it in just the right way to make her give out that perfect high-pitched moan that made my cock grow long and hard for her.
"I'm going to fuck this perfect pussy, baby girl."
"God, yes," she hissed as I sucked on her clit.
"I'm going to slide it in deep," I pushed my hand in deep, and then slid it out slowly as I licked at her.
"Please, Virgil," she shuddered.
I continued to tease her, sliding my hand beneath her long tee-shirt and twisting those pretty nipples, pulling at them until she was humping at the air, my tongue sliding between her folds, tasting her, savoring the way she responds to me. Her moans grow louder, her hands gripping my hair as she rocks her hips against my mouth.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her body trembled, in the way her breaths came in ragged gasps. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and I relished her screams. Her body tightened around me she came for me.
I didn't stop. I didn't want to. I kept my fingers moving, my mouth working her clit, drawing out her pleasure until she was gasping for breath, her body shaking beneath me.
With one last suck of her clit, I pulled away, smiling at her whimpers.
"Oh I'm not done with you yet," I murmure as I slowly crawl back up her body. I was naked for her, I preferred sleeping that way beside her. And she loved it, as she had easy access to every single part of me.
I slid the tee-shirt slowly off her, leaving hot, wet kisses as I went. Making sure my bite marks were left on her breasts. When I got to her mouth I lingered, letting my tongue lap at her first. The kiss quickly became urgent. I needed her desperately, fiercely. My hands roam her body, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin against mine. She gasps, her body arching into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer.
Our mouths collide, and everything else fades away. The fear, the warnings, the darkness—it's all gone. All that exists is this moment, the feel of her beneath me, the taste of her lips, the way her body responds to mine.
"Virgil," she breathes, her voice shuddering, her hands gripping my shoulders as she pulls me down to her.
I lower myself over her, my mouth trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, down to her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and she gasps, her body arching beneath me, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I moved over her, kissing her deeply as I positioned myself between her legs. My cock is hard and dripping with cream for her.
"I need you," she hummed as she wrapped her thighs around my waist, pulling me closer, her body arching as I slid into her, filling her completely.
The sensation is overwhelming, the tight heat of her body gripping me, drawing me deeper. I let out a deep groan from the pleasure, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move, slow at first, savoring the feel of her, the way she clenches her tight pussy around my cock.
But soon, the need becomes too much, and I quicken my pace, thrusting into her harder, faster. She meets me with equal fervor, her nails digging into my back, her moans loud and desperate as she clings to me.
"You're such a good girl," I groan as I bury my face in her neck as I'm on the edge of losing control.
"You feel so good inside me, baby," she murmured, lost in the pleasure.
I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her orgasm building again, and I pushed her over the edge, thrusting into her harder, deeper, until she shattered around me, her pussy convulsing in pleasure.
I followed her, my release hitting me with a force that left me breathless, my body shaking as my cock exploded inside of her. We shuddered, our bodies grinding against one another as the waves of pleasure subsided.
This was my favorite part. The aftermath as I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Our bodies still tangled together as our heartbeats slowly evened out.
And then, in the quiet of the night, she whispered, "I'm pregnant."
My heart stopped and I pulled back to look at her. "I know," I uttered.
"What? How could you possibly have known?"
I smiled. "Let's just say an angel told me so."
"I can't with you," she shook her head and I chuckled.
I press my lips to hers, my heart swelling with love, fear, hope, and everything in between. She was carrying my child, our child, and no matter what happened in our future, I was ready to protect them both with everything I had left in me.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips, my voice thick with emotion.
"I love you too," she murmured back, her hand resting on her stomach, a soft smile playing on her lips.