Shadowglass

The cool white corridor lies deserted, and he glides into the bitter chromed elevator and presses L for lobby. There’s an expectant finality about an elevator door. One world vanishes, crumbled to dust or scorched to hell, for all he knows. Another opens, fresh and ripe for pillage. Closure. Death. Rebirth.

But the doors clunk, inches short of closing. Jammed, on curled brown fingers with violet claws that rupture the metal like paper.

The stink of ash and roses scrapes his tongue raw.

His startled wings jerk into flight. Too late. Nowhere to go. Trapped.

Claws rake his hair, wrenching his head back, a rusty spike of agony in his spine. His knees slam into the steel floor, metal grating on metal, and smoky breath scorches his eyes, a burnt glimpse of wine-dark tresses and hell-green eyes swirling with sadistic delight.

Sammi, demon whore, brat princess of hell and pissed-off ex-mirror-owner.

Fuck.

She snakes her pale-skinned body closer, her torso encased in a black nylon sheath. She blinks dark lashes, and demonic compulsion slams into his guts, boiling his blood with false lust. "Andrew, you cheeky little shit.”

Her husky voice caresses straight to his balls, and a rush of molten quicksilver hardens him instantly. Hatred twitches his skin. He’s on his knees before her and he wants to drag her down with him, pull her plump brown mouth onto his cock and come down her throat.

Disgusting witch. His voice cuts his throat, salty like razors. “Fuck you.”

He struggles to rise, wings gripping against steamy air, but Sammi’s claws slash at his scalp and she holds him down effortlessly. The doors cruise shut, and the lifts sinks. She stabs the red emergency stop button, jerking the chrome cage to a halt. “In your dreams, you rusty little worm. Where’s my mirror?”

Andy bares hungry teeth, fighting an alien longing to bite her, chew her jutting nipples, sink his tongue into her weeping flesh. “Fuck. You. Hellslut.”

Her emerald eyes flash scarlet, and she grabs his thrashing wing and crushes.

Agony crunches, metal teeth ripping down his shoulder. He throttles a screech and his vision blots black.

Sammi grins around needle teeth and squeezes harder. Sleek merlot curls quiver in glee on her shoulders. “No one steals from me. Least of all a sloppy blue iron-stinking maggot with a hard-on for blood like you. Where’s my fucking mirror?”

Her voice filters through a ragged haze of memory, and shame and confusion scorch his heart. She’s talking shit, but his blood sparks like shattered glass with deep delight, and he wants to scream, No, you’re a liar, I’m not like that, I didn’t mean to let her fall. “Gone,” he gasps, his shoulder blades bending under excruciating pressure. Pain savages his twisting spine, and nausea crawls up his throat, choking. “Gave it away.”

She laughs, black smoke curling from her nostrils. “Shoulda known. What did Jinxx pay you in, amnesty? Hell’s in your blood now. Think you’ll escape that easy?”

Andy spits, and defiant silver-soaked saliva splatters her cheek.

Sammi howls. Electric rage crackles like green lightning along her arms. She lets his wing go and forces his jaw upward. Her claws slice his skin and choke off his breath. “Guess what, you thieving maggot? You just got yourself a new contract. Get me my mirror by week’s end—in one piece, shithead—and I’ll pay you by not nailing you to the wall in a screaming steel cell for a thousand years before I scrape your rotten blue skin off and eat it on toast. Get it?”

His wings curl with impotent rage, and his balls crunch tighter. Threats, pain, eternal torment. Same fucking shit as everyone else. Only she means it. His teeth judder, his mouth sweating inside, yearning to chew her apart, suck her, eat her. It’s just a mirror. Not worth living that long for.

She smirks. “Yeah, I can see that’s making a dent. Pity you’re too fucking arrogant to have any friends or I’d nail them up next to you.” She punches the red button again and leans in as the elevator drops, her lips a quiver from his, her damp breath smearing seductive ash on his tongue. “My mirror, or you die screaming in your own shit. Your choice. You know where I live.”

Her tongue flickers, hard and slick over his lips, a horrid, dominant kiss. Heat stabs into his guts, withering his resolve in an instant. He hisses and dives for her, but the doors whisper open and she’s gone in a sweep of chocolate limbs and grape-dark hair, leaving only the stink of ash and bubbling red need.

Hatred seethes in his stomach, frustrated lust spiking into his balls like teeth. He screams and doubles in agony, and his copper claws rake deep scratches in the floor.

Notes

For you @anathema
I hope you enjoy this chapter....i now wonder... Will Andy get his Hands on squidgy? What will happen if he does....

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- Grimm