Page 77 of Caressed By Sin
Sage was also the one thing that could bind and slow down demons. Granted, it was not impossible to get out of, but the rope did make escape difficult.
I just hoped all of the rope was enough to keep the Boto Brothers in line.
Next, Fatou dressed, putting on a black body suit, armed with straps of her needles on her thighs and arms. No caps covered those fangs. She pulled her dreadlocks up into a ponytail and then braided it.
Fatou was a deadly creature to behold, and the vision triggered my cock to go stiff.
She caught me watching. “Why are you naked and stroking your length?”
“You look so sexy.”
“Put your clothes back on, Azar. We have a mission.”
Groaning, I ordered my leather to come. Straps slipped up my ankles, calves, and thighs. Soon the straps melted together and clung to my muscular legs.
Then, I called my sword.
It materialized in my right hand. The blade gleamed in the sunlight coming through the windows. Carved runes adorned the pale blade. A coiled snake with ruby eyes and greenish-gold scales formed the handle.
Fatou walked over and studied it. “This is what you had against Ferkos's throat?”
“It is.” I turned the blade so that she could get a better look. “This is Soul-Breaker.”
“That's quite a name.”
“It's quite a sword.”
“Where did you get?”
I let out a long breath. “My first wife was a powerful witch. This was over a hundred and fifty years ago. I was a young demon. Still with a tail and leathery wings. She became pregnant and I decided to make her mine.”
Fatou widened her eyes.
“And then. . .our son passed. He was only three days old. Surprisingly, she was relieved.”
“And you?”
“Devastated.” I thought of his tiny face and shook the memory away. “To cheer me up, she crystalized his spine and formed it into an enchanted blade. For these modern times, it sounds odd. Her intentions were good. She gave me parts of our son, so that he would always be with me.”
“I'm so sorry for your loss.”
“That was many many moons ago and I've lost many more children since then.” I cleared my throat. “Regardless, all things hold magic, especially blood and bones.”
“I. . .I didn't know a witch could turn a spine into a sword.”
“It's Death Magic. She wasn't supposed to mingle with it at all, and definitely had been forbidden to have sex with a demon. When her coven learned of everything, they waited for me to go hunting one night and killed her.” I glared at the blade. “On the next night, their blood stained my sword.”
Fatou whispered to herself, “Soul-Breaker.”
“Let's go.” I headed off.
Fatou called back. “I think you should put on a shirt and maybe put the sword up. More humans are out in the day.”
“They’ll have to deal with the sight of me.” I called a vest to my chest.
By the time we hit the lobby, my crystal sword dangled at my side, sheathed in an antique scabbard of blue leather.
We left the hotel.
