The Underworld
Lika's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light of the underworld. She was trapped, surrounded by the stench of death and decay. Derek, or Lucifer as she now knew him, stood beside her, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.
As she thought of ways to escape, Lika's mind turned to the prophecy she had heard. Only one mate could kill another. And Derek was her mate. A plan began to form in her mind, one that made her stomach turn with revulsion.
She would let Derek mate with her, and then mark her as his own. Once they were officially bound, she would kill herself, taking Derek down with her. It was a desperate plan, but Lika was willing to do whatever it took to stop Lucifer's evil plans.
The underworld was a twisted realm, filled with tortured souls and grotesque creatures. Lika shuddered as she gazed upon the nightmarish landscape. How could anyone survive in such a place?
Derek seemed to sense her unease, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll grow accustomed to it," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, you'll be spending eternity here."
Lika's heart recoiled at the thought, but she forced herself to remain calm. She couldn't afford to show her fear, not now. Derek would exploit any weakness, use it against her.
Meanwhile, Derek stood outside, addressing his demon commanders. "We must prepare for war," he growled, his voice like thunder. "The angels will not hesitate to attack us."
The demon commanders nodded, their faces twisted with cruel grins. They relished the prospect of battle, of shedding the blood of their enemies.
Just as Derek finished speaking, a commotion broke out outside. The demons rushed to the entrance of the underworld, with Derek close behind.
As they emerged into the bright sunlight, Lika saw the chaos unfold. Angels, with their shimmering white wings and shining armor, clashed with Derek's demons. The air was filled with the sound of screams, clashing steel, and the stench of blood.
The angels seemed to be gaining the upper hand, pushing the demons back with their superior numbers and strength. But then Derek stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Enough!" he roared, raising his hands to the sky.
A dark, swirling cloud erupted from his fingertips, enveloping the angels. The cloud seemed to sear their wings, burning away their feathers and leaving them screaming in agony.
As the cloud dissipated, the angels stumbled and fell, their bodies contorting in ways that seemed impossible. Their skin turned a deep, fiery red, and their eyes burned with an otherworldly energy.
Derek's power coursed through them, corrupting their souls and twisting their bodies into grotesque, demonic forms. The angels, once so pure and holy, were now nothing more than demons, bound to serve Derek's will.
The demon army cheered, their voices echoing through the underworld. Derek stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, as he surveyed his new recruits.
With a satisfied smile, he turned and strode back to his chambers, leaving the demons to celebrate their victory.
As he entered his chambers, he saw Lika waiting for him, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of fear and determination. Derek's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Welcome, my mate," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "I see you're ready to accept me."
Lika's face remained expressionless, but her eyes flashed with a hint of defiance. "I am ready," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Derek's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched for any sign of deception. But Lika's mask held firm, and he could detect no hint of treachery.
With a slow, wicked smile, Derek reached out and pulled Lika close. "Then let us seal our bond," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Lika's heart recoiled in horror, but she forced herself to remain still, to play the part of the willing mate. For now, she had to pretend to love Derek, to lure him into her trap.
As Derek's lips claimed hers, Lika felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. She was kissing the devil himself, the being responsible for untold suffering and pain.
But she pushed aside her disgust, focusing on the task at hand. She had to make Derek believe she was his, body and soul.
The kiss deepened, Derek's tongue probing the depths of Lika's mouth. She felt a surge of fear, her heart racing with anticipation.
What would happen next? Would she be able to go through with her plan, or would Derek