Ungodly Chaos Book Three of the Ungodly Series

Chapter Six: Time Starts To Collapse R18+

Please note: This chapter has themes of a mature nature, including violence and s****l violence.

Bel waited.. and waited.. and waited.. until he felt he'd been waiting an eternity. Until he felt he'd waited nearly as long as he'd been in Hell. His growl shook the room. How much longer would it take for his prize to arrive? His meal? Just as he was thinking this, the little sorceress and her Familiar rounded the doorway. Belial felt the grin split his face. Sharp teeth dangerously glinted as he pushed one drunk college student off his lap and let go of the hair of the other.

“Finally.” He purred at Phoebie and Rafe. “ Your bill has come due young one. Time to pay up.” Belial's Form burst into that of the Demon as he rushed them. Phoebie barely had time to gasp before he was on her, talons digging into her skin. A single word escaped her lips.

“No.”

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Emma jerked mid-step as she fled, and nearly fell over. Her steps faltered and she stopped running.

“He's here.” She whispered, her eyes glazed over and she swayed slightly. No one was there this time to pull her out of her trance, so she just stood and rode the cresting wave of crippling fear. Pinpricks of blood appeared on her upper arms. Her eyes turned glassy and vacant as she fell further into the strange sensation. There was something she couldn't quite identify. A tie, a bond, a connection she was tuning into.

“A relationship.” She heard herself murmur. She tried to stumble forward a few steps, but ended up sinking to her knees instead. She felt the back of her head hit something solid and she saw stars briefly. No, it wasn't her head, it was someone else's. Emma slumped to the ground on her side, ears ringing along with the other's, and watched the breeze tickle the grass as images and sensations teased the back of her mind. No one was going to come for her, Emma realized. She would remain trapped in her own mind unless she managed to fight her own way free or the visions ended. A grey form approached and Emma recoiled, panting, only to realize it wasn't real.

“Well, well, well.” A coy voice purred. “Are you regretting not yielding your power to me sooner? Look at everything that has happened to you.” Boots came into her view, followed by a swishing bushy tail. The Chaos God crouched in front of her with a mocking pout on his face. “You could have avoided so much pain and suffering, and so much yet to come.” He tutted. “And don't think the other gods missed your little time-trick. You won't go unpunished for that. Nor your little Niece.” Emma let her eyes fall closed, but a pain zinging down her spine left her gasping for breath, eyes flying open again. The pain didn't belong to Emma, it belonged elsewhere... The Chaos God faded as the vision took over.

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She struggled, the Demon had her wrists in his hand, had her pinned to the floor, her spine grinding into the cement. He tried to make her yield, but it wasn't working, she was stronger than he expected. No, that wasn't quite right.. she had to let him in. She wouldn't do that! His hand closed over her mouth and she felt the prick of his claws on her face. He was so heavy, straddling her. She screamed and bucked. Rafe, where was Rafe? He'd been knocked across the room. Was he ok? Even though her Aunt had reinforced his bones, he was still so breakable, her delicate blackbird.

“Yield, or I'll kill him.” Belial hissed. In his hand, he suddenly held Rafe by the throat. Rafe was on his knees beside her, gagging and coughing in Bel's grasp. Phoebie thrashed and screamed, clawing at the arm holding her face. He was her Unlce. How could he do this to them?

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Emma bit back a sob.

“Help me.” She gasped out. “It's Phoebie. Help Phoebie.” She stretched out a hand towards the leather shoe tip in front of her. The Chaos God laughed and stood, walking away from her searching fingertips.

“Oh I'll be back, my sweet goddess. When you're desperate, lonely and afraid. But I won't just want your power then, oh no. I want it all. All of the Darkness you've spread belongs to me now. Your Aunt's, your Familiar's, your Lover's, your Son's. All of it.” He hissed. He was suddenly in her face again. “In the meantime, I leave you a parting gift. A little.. reminder.. of how bad things can be.. without my aid..” A sharp nail pricked Emma's forehead, drawing a bead of blood, and her head whipped back like she'd been shot.

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She saw Bel, or more accurately, his Demon Form. Instinctively, she knew this one's name was Belial at full power, completely unchecked. He had destroyed Phoebie. She sat chained, eyes vacant at the foot of his seat. Emma corrected herself, it was more accurately meant to be a throne. Emma was walking towards them, her skin had the grey tint of her own Demon Form, her own wrists were chained, she could somehow sense they were in Hell. Bel had promised her they would never come here unless she wanted to, and she had only ever wanted to once: when looking for Luci. She never wanted to come back again, so why did it look like Belial had made a home here?

Bel swung a leg over the arm of the throne he was seated in, and his lips curled into a cruel smile. She could feel his power from here. He was in his human Form, but it was.. wrong.. somehow. He was dressed more like he was trying to fit the throne. Black leather boots and gloves, tight grey pants, loose white shirt with tight cuffs and ties at the neck that he'd left open. Like some sort of role-play style. Emma admitted to herself the look would have been good on him if not for the cruel expression and the ominous evil that seemed to emanate from him.

“So how's my Demon Army Generator today?” Belial asked mockingly. Emma felt confused, and the expression must have shown on her face. Bel's grin turned wry. “I mean you, Emma.” Belial said with disgust. He motioned a hand and the two people escorting her yanked her more quickly forward. “Surely you haven't forgotten your role in all this already? I mean I know I've nearly driven you to madness, but for Heaven's sake!” He waved a hand at her stomach with a crinkle of his nose and Emma looked down to realize she was very far along in pregnancy. She suppressed a gasp of surprise.

“This almost makes me rethink my plan for today, but because of your recent attempt to break your Niece and her Familiar free, which ultimately resulted in the death of said Familiar..” Emma looked in a panic to Phoebie, whose eyes swam with tears. “I wanted you to be here for this.” A sneeze from Bel's right drew Emma's attention, and she turned to see Lucian's Hell Hound Form settling into a seated position beside Bel's throne. Bel ruffled Luci's ears.

“Luci!” She cried out, trying to stumble forward, but she was yanked back and the Hound glared, lifting his upper lip to snarl. Bel laughed.

“I think you truly are addled! He hasn't been Luci for a long while. I couldn't have you having eyes for anyone but me, so I crushed Luci's spirit long ago. Quite literally I'm afraid.” He ruffled the Hound's ears affectionately again, not bothering to look at Emma as he said it.

“No!” Emma wailed and fell to the floor on her knees. Bel looked back at her with contempt.

“Oh yes, and today, because of your insolence, I've invited my brother and my grandfather.. And we're going to have a little tete a tete.. well, more accurately, I'm going to let them fight over which souls from your family line they would like to trade for, from me. I've nearly drained them anyway, and after discovering I can use you and young Phoebie here, plus any of our offspring, or hers, to create even more souls to strengthen me.. Well... I just don't need to hold on to the old fogies anymore.” Bel grinned wickedly. Emma gasped, tears running down her face.

“No.. You can't..” She whispered.

“Oh yes. I can!” Bel thundered and shot her an evil look. He adjusted himself and Emma realized the whole interaction was arousing him. “Now, I think it would be quite amusing if you use that contrary mouth of yours for a good purpose. I'd love for my grandfather and brother to see what a good girl you can be when they arrive.” Bel's smile turned cold.

“No.” Emma tried to struggle to her feet as she said the word defiantly, but hands held her down. In an instant, Bel was in front of her, pulling her forward on her knees by the hair towards the throne. “NO!” She screeched as he held her face in front of his crotch, reaching for the opening.

“Now you'll be going back to your cell for the next week, and the only way that's going smoothly is if this does, little Emma.” Bel hissed. “Remember, I decide not only your fate, but Phoebie's as well. Would you rather she take your place?” The threat lingered in the air as Bel pulled himself free of his pants and pushed himself against her lips. “Now be a good girl and open wide.” Bel demanded. Emma's tears couldn't be stopped and she met Phoebie's dead gaze around the side of the throne. What other choice did she have? Bel's arousal slid past her lips and he groaned.

“That's my girl, Emma.” He clutched the back of her head and moaned her name again.

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“Emma!” Her name being called dragged her from the Hell of her visions and she gagged, tasting blood in her mouth.

“Here.” She croaked, trying to lift an arm high enough to be seen.

“Emma! Oh gods, little Goddess, are you ok? My love, talk to me. Come on, dear gods, what happened to you?” She felt herself being lifted from the ground and struggled to open her eyes and help out. “Just lay still, my heart, lay still.” Cern pressed her upper body to his chest, murmuring comforting things to her as he raced back towards Lynne's house. Emma was bloodied, scratches and scrapes and dots of blood covered her body and the liquid still slid from her eyes, ears and nose. A fresh trickle broke from the corner of her mouth as she coughed. A bright red ruby dotted the center of her forehead. Cern could feel the power emanating from it, it pulsed at him, full of malevolent energy. He longed to remove it, but he wasn't certain what would happen to Emma should he do so. He wanted to get her more stable before he tried. He looked down at her briefly as he ran and saw her skin shift and writhe as if something was trying to escape within. Cern clutched her tighter. He couldn't lose his Goddess! Not when he'd finally found his happiness!