Escaping the Devil: Chapter Twenty One

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This story is rated Mature for adult language, sexual content, references to graphic violence, drug, and substance abuse. This means that this is intended for audiences 18 and up.

Eli squawked and threw herself to the bed, a sheet draped over her chest. Yui toppled over the side, hiding behind the plush mattress. “Who the Hell are you?” She squeaked, panic widening her gaze. 

The man wore a rather self-impressed smile, his eyes roaming appreciatively over their frames. In the dark of the room, his teeth and eyes were the most visible — giving Eli the perfect place to aim to wipe that smug look off his face.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?”

“There are some things we need to discuss,” he grinned. “I figured I’d pop in. I wasn’t expecting the show, however. I’m far from complaining.”

Yui growled from her kneeling place on the floor. “Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?”

Eli flushed, her jaw tight as she glanced over at her. “This is Archangel.”

The Siren’s mouth opened in a silent ‘o’. It took a moment for realization to dawn on her, but when it did, she flung herself into his arms. 

To his credit, he didn’t allow his hands to move further than her back as he awkwardly hugged her back. He laughed as she repeated “thank you” in various octaves. Eli let out a low growl in warning when she began to jump. Their eyes met, and he smartly pushed her away, creating space between their bodies. 

Yui might not have been looking, but Eli was far too aware of the way he adjusted himself. 

“I’ll let you girls get dressed,” he said, holding an arrogance that she couldn’t wait to knock clean from his face. Especially when he paused in the doorway and gave Eli an assessing once over. “I never saw you as the bottom sort.”

She snarled, “I’m not a bottom!”

He cackled wickedly as he strode into her living room, leaving Yui to giggle to herself. Her smile was somewhat apologetic as she unholstered and began the process of redressing. “He seems nice.”

“Your threshold for nice is incredibly low.”

Yui shrugged and all but skipped out of the room, leaving Eli to clean up alone. It was too easy to slip into the routine — the sheets were pulled off the bed and bunched onto the tile. She slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a cropped t-shirt, feeling the need to guard as much of her skin as she could after being caught. She plucked up the toy and her laundry. It wasn’t until she was nearly to the bathroom that she realized what she was doing.

Her cheeks burned with the realization that she did not have to do this anymore. That this was a byproduct of her training. It would be a poetic sort of justice to leave the apartment reeking of sex with another, but it was too late. Archangel and Yui were watching her, both with varying states of interest. Yui, of course, had helped her in the process enough times to know what she was doing, but Archangel was a stranger. Now intimately aware of many things about her — like how she looked when she let herself go. And now, the form that her grooming took.

Unwilling to change her direction, she went through with the old routine. Eli threw the sheets into the washer. The toy was sterilized and then placed at the edge of the sink to dry. Finally, she padded out to the living room, displeased to see that Yui had helped them both to her liquor cabinet. 

She poured herself a healthy glass and inclined her head toward the balcony. 

“Oh, right,” Yui all but jumped up. “Post orgasm smoke.” She pronounced it “sh-moke” with a hint of a German accent.

Archangel offered them both an amused smile but followed as they made their way to the patio. There were only two seats on the balcony — both of which were taken by the girls, leaving their impromptu visitor to lean against the railing. Not that he seemed to mind as he produced his pack of cigarettes. Eli couldn’t help but think about what they had done in that very spot barely an hour before. The heat between her thighs ached, though she was quick to tamp down those desires for the time being. 

They lit their cigarettes in tandem, which only worsened her mood.

“You could have called ahead,” she grumped, sucking another plume of smoke between her teeth. 

“And miss out on the show of a lifetime?” He clicked his tongue. “Nah, thank you,” he teased, his eyes darting to Yui, who smiled brightly at him.

Eli wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her out of it.

Tracing the inside of her cheek with her tongue, she leaned back in her seat. Her eyes locked on Archangel’s, hoping to see something in them that would betray the nature of his visit. He had said that he wanted to discuss some things about tomorrow. She believed him. But there felt like there was something more.

“So. Spill,” she said, gesturing vaguely. 

“Well, we’re meeting—”

“At meeting location A at 10:24,” she drawled, drawing in another inhale. 

“And you remember where that is?”

“I may as well have it tattooed on my forehead.”

Archangel looked unenthused; his cigarette clenched too tightly between his fingers. It was clear he didn’t much like having the tables turned on him. Which was good to know — she’d have to keep that in mind for later.

“You can only bring—”

“The basics,” she interjected. “One bag filled with only the necessities, and another for the cash.”

“Will you just let him finish?” Yui huffed.

Archangel offered her a grateful smile. Her cheeks flushed, and Eli realized that she didn’t like any of this. Not at all.

“It’s bullshit,” she rumbled, tapping her cigarette into the ashtray. “There’s more to this than what he’s already explained.”

“What makes you think I didn’t want to make sure you understood?” He grouched.

“Well, do you?”

“Yes.” He paused, his mouth pressed into a thin line as if deliberately trying to hold back words for just a hair longer. “And—”

“There it is,” Eli growled.

“Elizaveta,” Yui chided, sounding more like a mother than the woman who had her bent over in her bed only a few minutes prior.

She sighed, fixing the coyote with an unimpressed stare. “Out with it.”

“I’m coming with you,” he said after a long moment’s silence.

Yui frowned, making a soft, confused sound. “Wouldn’t you have to? To get us to where we need to be?”

“That’s not what he means,” Eli drawled, her attention laser-focused on him. “He means that he’s also getting the fuck out of dodge, and he’s using our escape as an excuse to make his own.”

“It doesn’t sound that nice when you put it like that,” he grumbled, taking another pull of his cigarette. 

“It sounds advantageous.”

His brows lifted, his finger tapping impatiently against the butt of his cigarette. “I guess so.”

Eli exhaled, pinning him to the railing with her stare. “So, what are you running from?”

“Who says I’m running?”

“It’s pretty fucking obvious if you’re trying to disappear with us.”

Yui watched the two, her head snapping back and forth as if watching a tennis match. She chewed the inside of her cheek, undoubtedly leaving the skin in ribbons. 

“You don’t do this as long as I have without making some enemies. And making an enemy of yourself,” he traced his eyetooth with his tongue, his gaze locked on the ash column as the wind picked it up, scattering it in the breeze. “It’s time for a chance. And I figure now is as good a time as any.”

“That’s all?” She asked, her gaze locked levelly on his.

“Yes.”

“So,” she pushed herself out of her seat, her hand braced against her waist. “You mean to tell me that you just want to pack up and leave with us because it’s time for a change? And not because something is coming for you? Something that could put Yui and me in danger.”

“I swear it,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. His jaw ticked. 

She didn’t believe him. 

But she didn’t have much of a choice. 

“You can stay with us until we get to where we’re going. But then you’re on your own.”

He treated her with a bright smile. The sort she could tell was going to cause trouble for the squirming Yuina behind her. His eyes darted to her as if sensing her reaction. “We’ll see about finding a Witch to get that collar off you too, hm?”

Yui brightened, damn near bouncing out of her seat. “Oh my God, that would be amazing!”

Eli watched him carefully, refusing to let him get off the hook so easily. It would take more than a few promises and reassurances to earn her trust.

Their eyes met. His smile fell.

It seemed the feeling was mutual.



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