Werewolf and his Soul are met by her Ladyship, the Devil, and Lucifer herself, and she reveals her true self to our plucky trio. The poor bastards realise they are fecked. That is the simplest way to know that they are damned and properly damned. The Werecat Vaughnt is sent on a mission because she is to Quote the Professor' Fast and killy.' Not stretching his vocabulary there but incredibly accurate.
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by Jordan Lynde
Her freedom or her heart… in forty-eight hours, she'll lose one forever.
When a brutal betrayal leaves twenty-eight-year-old Nell heartbroken, she makes a desperate plea for love—offering anything in exchange. But when her bargain is answered by Enver, a cursed immortal bereft of emotions and memories, she is swept away to his timeless castle and presented with an impossible choice: escape his labyrinth within forty-eight hours or surrender to an eternity as his lover.
Despite the passion that burns hot between them, Nell refuses to become another of Enver's victims. She vows to face the labyrinth—and his seduction—head-on. But Enver embodies temptation, and every stolen moment with him leaves her craving more.
With every step deeper into the labyrinth, she uncovers not only hidden truths about herself and what she truly desires but also the forgotten secrets of its enigmatic ruler. With every touch, their connection deepens, and Nell begins to see beyond Enver's shadowed facade, realizing he may not be the monster he claims to be.
Torn between her desire for love and the dangerous being incapable of loving her, Nell must choose between her heart and her freedom—or risk surrendering both to his darkness forever.
Labyrinth meets Beauty and the Beast in this dark, steamy romantasy that will leave you breathless.
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'Luci
I stepped from the shadows. That's what I do.
I dwell in the shadows, and when no one expects it, I step from them, not in that jump-scare horror film manner. My appearance is more like an unexpected insinuation into the world.
I stepped from the shadows with my little demon of a cat twisting and turning around my ankles. They had not seen me yet.
'Ahem!' I voiced, trying to get their attention. Seven faces of varying aesthetic values looked at me.
'I recognise that "ahem".' Said the Professor as he turned to face me. Normally, I would be greeted with a smile and a gentlemanly kiss on the back of the hand. I do like the old gentlemanly manners of the Prof when he is on the ball as he would say. His face showed that he was not on the ball. He was most evidently off it.
'Ah, Luci...' He began.
I lifted a hand to ask him for quiet.
'Look, I don't want to take any more time than this has to.' I told the group.
'Of course.' Spat the wolf soul.
My little demon hissed at him.
The young woman I knew to be a werecat laughed silently with the little cat and looked at the wolf soul. I had not met her before, but I know everyone and everything sort of. It's a complicated version of knowing, and I could explain it, but I don't want to.
The giant was staring, and drool was dripping from what must be a mouth of sorts. The Goblin was looking at me hungrily with those little red eyes of his.
"I hope you can tell us why you are here?' Asked Wil.
He was angry. Well, nothing new there. He was always angry.
'I had a plan.'
'You always have a plan.' Said Fenrir.
'That was a little snarky.' I told him.
'Accurate but snarky,' He went to speak again, but I raised a finger, not requesting him to be quiet but making him. I could sense his confusion over the fact that he could not control his own actions.
I still own his soul then
Wil
It was Sally, but most evidently not Sally. It was Luci. Of course, she had manipulated the shit out of us again.
'I thought it would be fun to get you guys here to do a good thing. Too release these poor innocent souls and stop the nasty little fairy.' She told us.
'See, I am willing to make you look good in my Dad's eyes. You should thank me.' I told them.
'Why would you have us do that?' The Professor asked, evidently confused that the Devil would want to do something so... good.
Could he not see the keyword in what she had said?
He must be incredibly emotionally spent not to see the obvious. He was not thick.
Then his head fell. 'Ah, innocent souls.' He laughed but not at something funny. It was an awkward laugh at his simple lack of initial understanding.
'I must be exhausted.' He announced, wiping his eyes and sweeping his hand through his hair.
'Evidently, innocent souls can become sinning souls.' He continued
The Devil nodded and shrugged. 'Evidently. What did you expect?' She asked him.
'Got to give those poor kids a chance to... You know the rest. Free will and all that is such a wonderful thing that we should give all of them the chance to exercise it.'
'You mean fuck up?' I asked her.
'Not the term I would use to encapsulate the process, but you are inherently correct.'
I suppose this was not the time to have a deep and meaningful philosophical chat with the Devil about good and evil, but it would be great at some point to do so.
What many would see as a good thing? Saving these young lives was actually going to create the conditions where a lot more evil could be created. Who knew what these kids would grow up like. Can you imagine the trauma responses to this experience alone? She was brilliant. Brilliant at her job?
'Okay, so you wanted us to kill the Fairy and rescue the kids?' I asked her.
She nodded. 'But, as usual, you got in your own way.' She said.
'So, I am going to do something most undevilish.' She looked at the little black cat at her heel. I could sense that there was an internal struggle going on in that beautiful head of hers. The cat sat and looked at her.
Luci bit her lip and nodded at the cat.
'This hurts.' She said, shaking herself out as if trying to rid herself of the uncomfortable feeling that she had felt.
'Right...'
'Okay...'
'I command... No, no, no.'
'I obligate you... no, no, no.'
'Could you get the Fairy.' She said with difficulty.
The Professor smiled at me and then at the Devil.
'What's the magic word?' He said gravely, putting a hand to an ear as if to aid his hearing.
'Shit.' Said Fen in my head.
I knew that Simon had fucked up. This was a very tired immortal being talking, and he had made a mistake that a well-rested Simon would not make. Provoking the Devil does not seem like a great idea, and I was right.
The Devil became a...
She was a…
She was…
She…
No... it was indescribable.
I will not say what I saw, but it is burnt into my mind and will always remind me that this being before me was not for toying with. That this was the Devil, and now I understand that name.
The Professor's jaw dropped at her change, and he yelled and covered his eyes. I am glad I could not see what he was seeing. It affected him in a way I had never seen before. He actually cowered. You do not understand what that means. This man was not the cowering kind. This man was far from the cowering kind.
Maybe it was like the Devil we normally view but in reverse.
When you see the Devil normally. (Laugh) When you see the Devil Normally... Normally. As if that is a normal thing to do.
You see the thing you wish for most. I saw Sally… which I would have to address at some point.
Maybe when the Devil lost her... shit... her control… her temper, you saw the opposite. Let's just say that—the opposite of the thing you would wish most for. Or maybe when she lost that control, you saw what was really there? The real thing. The fallen Angel.
One day and a few drinks in the future, I would have to ask Simon what he saw. One day.
I wondered what the others saw. The Giant and the Goblin. What had Vaughnt seen?
My eyes washed over each of them in turn.
They were... frozen in time. It took me a moment to realise this. It was only seeing that Vaughnt was in a partial step and would have fallen if not frozen and held in time that allowed me to guess it.
Maybe they had been saved from what we saw by this. I hope so.
The... Devil changed back to Sally.
'Soh... sorry.' his voice was broken and genuine.
'Look, I know that you think all this is a fun adventure for you. That you can act like... children. Children on a good wheeze as you would say. This is not a jolly jape. This is not some Enid Blyton story with a happy ending. Proper stories never end happily because they only end when all their characters are... dead.'
She was not speaking to us harshly here. It was as though she was trying to convince us kindly.
Your story ends when you are dead, and then something like me or...' There was a moment of quiet reflection at the enormity of what she was saying.
'Or me… gets to write your story for you, and the tales I write are never ending and never happy.'
Fenrir and I looked at each other. Some people wonder how to separate the real and the unreal. Well, in this moment I realised what was happening was realer than the... real. I don't know a word that could be used to tell you how real this moment felt.
She must be in so much pain, I thought.
Her eyes flashed to mine. Had she heard my mind?
I saw a tear on her cheek.
'Sympathy for the Devil?' She asked me sarcastically and rhetorically. 'Don't offer me your pity.' Her eyes flashed brightly for a moment.
'You should take me very seriously. Don't be condescending. Don't try to make me a plaything for your wit. Just listen and choose what you wish to do. You ungrateful bas... Nevermind. Just answer the question.'
I had forgotten the question. Whatever it had been, had been wrenched from my head by what had happened in the last few minutes.
'I promise you I am not trying to be clever or take the piss here. I genuinely have forgotten what the question was. Could you please repeat it?'
'I asked you very nicely to stop Foxglove. Will you?'
'Yes,' I said without any other thought.
The Professor nodded his agreement, not raising his bowed head or taking his eyes from the floor.
'Fen?' Luci was waiting for the soul's approval.
I could sense the Wolf soul's mind working. He held the eyes of whatever he saw when he looked at her. He spent some time staring into those eyes. His eyes of roaring yellow flame fell to a deep red roil of embers, and he nodded.
'Could I ask you to do us a favour, old thing?' Asked the Professor. This was not said with his usual level of control and confidence.
The Devil looked at him. It is only now that I realise how terrifying that sentence is. The... Devil. The actual Devil was looking at him.
'Brave of you.' Said Luci, with a smile that held no malice.
It fucking was too.
'Could you send these youngsters back to where they should be?
'No.' She quickly said.
The Professor nodded, a painful look on his face.
'Look, I am doing my best here. I am working within my particular framework.' The Devil did air quotes as she said particular framework.
'I am a guide of sorts for souls. A tempter, a trickster. The things I do often lead the souls I connect with to fall.'
'Let's give these little ones more of a chance than me helping them again. It will only make it more likely that I will be their future.' She let this sink in.
'Secondly, I am the Devil, not a Taxi service, you cheeky sod.' She laughed. She was trying to lighten the moment. The beast. She was trying to make us feel better. I realised in that moment that I was. That I am… doomed. A good word.
The Professor continued to stare at the floor and picked the dirt from beneath his fingernails with his Victorinox Knife. He looked like a dog that his beloved master had kicked. Was she, his master? There's a thought.
She stared at him. I could see her thinking.
'Dam it!' She clicked her fingers.
She was gone
The giant and the Goblin were gone.
The Djinn Bosworth had appeared.
The werecat continued with her half-step before pulling up and wondering what had happened.
'Thank you, old Girl.' Said the Professor to no one in particular. He took his flask from one of the myriad of pockets of his tactical outfit, and in a quiet salute, he lifted it to where she had been and then took a drink.
The Professor.
I realised today that I am damned. It had never seemed... to... be of any consequence to me before. I accepted it, but I didn't understand what that actually meant. I mean, I now actually know what being damned means. In fact, I already am. It is just that I have not come to the end of this weird immortal life of mine as if I could ever get into Heaven. What was I thinking? Me.
After my time in the real world? The mortal realm, perhaps. My life would no longer belong to me. My ability to choose would be gone. I would be hers forever... The Devil's plaything, and she had always known it, and now so did I.
The Djinn had arrived and been filled in with all that had happened. His anger was apparent. He had grown in size, and the nature of his robes were not the jovial neon pink that they normally were. He was flashing flames and fire colours. The colours raged, as did he.
We had asked for wishes to help the children, but none were given. He reminded us that wishes are dangerous. They are provided to make people realise how stupid wishing was. They were given to go wrong and teach lessons.
He just had just got on with it. The kids were gone. They had their memories cleansed of the horrors. They had gone home too happy to see them again families. Which, for most of these particular kids, had not existed before their imprisonment. They all had a happier story than they had had prior, even if it was not a happy ever after.
After all. After all. She was still a possibility.
Could you imagine being her?
Vaughnt. (Narrator)
Everything seemed to be sorted out now. It had got boring after all the fun of the first few moments. Deep and meaningful things had happened. I think. I try to pay attention to others and the emotions that they are feeling, but I'm a cat. They don't really matter, to be honest.
Bosworth was a raging storm of colours and anger. It was so cool to watch him. He was like a walking firestorm. He was furious at something. I don't know what because I had chipped a nail and was struggling to get it back into shape, but apparently, he was very angry at something.
'Vaughnt.'
Hmmm. Ah, shit, the Professor had been talking to me. I had no idea what he had said. I looked at him and smiled.
'Did you hear what he said?'
I looked at the Djinn, then the Professor and got back to my sharpening.
Could they not see I had something important to do? They are so rude.
'Vaughnt! Come on old girl, we need you to pay attention.'
Okay, okay, this best be important. I need a nap.
The Professor now stood directly in front of me. He tended to do this when he was trying to gain my attention. It was really annoying. His breath stunk of that stuff he drinks. I tried it once. It is vile. Why would you drink something that burns and hurts?
Oh, he had been talking again. I had stepped into my own thoughts.
'Look Vaughnt, you need to pay attention to this.' I nodded.
'Bozzy has located her and… You are going to want to listen because I know how this is going to make you feel.'
I now paid attention. This sounded like it involved me or something that would affect me. I even stopped the shaping of my almost perfect talon tip.
'She is somewhere on the real plane somewhere that has a huge level of magical protection. It's so good that hecan not use his utterly outrageous powers to summon her. 'I yawned and stretched. I really needed that nap.
'…closed the portal.' He looked at me very seriously.
'What?' I signed to him.
'Good gracious girl. I need you to listen. She is in the manor, and she has closed the portal.'
She was in my home! My entire attention was now on what Simon said. That was my home. That was…
She could be doing anything in there. This may be a plan of sorts. We need someone who is super fast and super… killy to go get her.' He said.
'Yes, we do.' I signed. She could be eating that tuna steak I had in the fridge. Why was he telling me this and not just sorting it out? See humans. Always just wasting time. They never consider me and my time.
'Get them then!' I signed.
He shook his head and raised his hands in exasperation.
'It's you! The superfast killy thing is by Jove!' He yelled. He actually yelled at me again.
'Why didn't you say earlier?' I signed. He turned his back and walked away a few steps actually pulling at his own hair as he did so, before turning to me. Why was he angry? Weirdo.
'I did! Look, we can only get you on the boundary of the estate because I have done such a bloody good job of protecting the bloody place. We both can get in, because I have not protected the house from us, but you can cover the mile or so to the house from where we land a hell of a lot faster than me. I will get there eventually to help, but you are the tip of the spear, my dear.' I was excited and nodded my approval.
'Right, Werecats,' he said to himself; he seemed frustrated, but he obviously was thinking how great we were.
'Bloody, Werecats,' He grizzled before wiping his hand over his face to remove the frown and produce a smile that did not fit how he was feeling. What was causing him this much irritation? Maybe he was just really tired. Yeah, he needed a nap.
'…Vaughnt!' Oh, he had been talking again. Oops.
'Look!' He yelled. He must be really needing that nap.
'Look,' he said in a much more controlled tone.
'Get to the manor and kill the fairy.' He told me through gritted teeth. At last, he got to the point. They waste so much time chatting. I stood to attention and threw up a salute like the soldiers on the TV do.
'Right, okay.' He turned to the Djinn, who was standing with his robe-covered arms folded. What was wrong with him?
The Djinn nodded at him.
'Tallyhoo Vaughnt!'
Everything went black.
Briefly.