Leviathan (Devilry #1)

by Maddison Devlin

“Monsters,” the boy whispers, latching onto the word. “Am I a monster?” I smile wickedly. This boy is quick, smart. Yes, he’ll definitely fit in. “Do you want to be?” He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

We’re the Princes of Hell. The demons that lurk in the shadows of the prissy and high end community we reside in. The monsters, ready to be unleashed at any moment on the people of this rich Alaskan island. Along with everyone else, we bend to the will of our master, his loyal weapons.

And out comes Aiden Walker. Without warning, something slams through me. A thick piercing knife in my heart that tears it in two, a crack in my gut where my intestines seep out, an intense rush of something unexpected and all-consuming.

Aiden Walker is a normal human. Tall but not taller than me. Built like he indulges in sweets but not stocky. Predictable with his neatly combed auburn hair and thin glasses. There’s nothing spectacular about him. Nothing that would give anyone pause. So disgustingly… average.

Because, with one look at this plain ordinary man, I come to an understanding. A foreboding sense of dread, a spark of elation, and an animated call to eagerness hits me. Because Aiden Walker will be mine.

Aiden Walker—because fate's allowed it—is mine. All mine. Mine to stalk. Mine to kill. Mine to stake my claim on as I take his soul with me and keep it treasured with my collection.

throat. I want to open myself, cut my body from root to tip, and stuff him inside so he can never leave.

Aiden Walker was meant to be mine, and I won’t stop until he is. Whether he likes it or not.

“You’re mine,” he says roughly, lifting his mask where I can’t see his face but I can feel his tongue run up my cheek. “Wherever you look into the dark, I’ll be there. Be right there. Always with you, little lamb.”

“Don’t you get it? There shouldn’t be a living soul on this planet who’s had him the way I will. I’m going to wipe them all out until there’s only me. Because our souls call to each other. His death and his agony and his torture are mine to take. No one else’s.”

He should never have run from me. With steady hands, anticipation bubbling in my chest, a fluttering heart, and an eager hunger⁠— I take my collar off.

Nightmares are real.

“I’m going to treasure my little lamb,” he says, my stomach tightening as he starts stroking my cock. “I’m going to worship you. And then, when I’m ready, and when you’ve given in. I’m going to kill you with my bare hands and eat your heart so we’ll always belong to each other.”

“Someone you’ve met in a different life. Someone that fate chose for you. Someone that will keep your soul safe for all of eternity. You were meant to die by my hand, little lamb.”

He’s right. While we’re all twisted and devious in our own way, my brothers aren’t like me. We don’t talk about our past, but I know that I was born dark. I crawled my way out of the womb, nearly tearing the female in two. I’ve always been this. Never anything else. The rest don’t wear collars because they don’t have to. I’m a hellhound at the command of my master, because if I were to be set free, there’d be no one left to suffer.

“They’re going to take you away,” I mumble against his dick, sucking until the paranoia goes away. “I won’t let them.”

Mammon was right. I am dangerous. The sweet addiction that is Aiden is making me nearly hysterical. I’m doing things I’ve never done before with him. Feeling… things.

“I want to be the one that kills you. I’m obsessed with the way life would fade from your eyes.” He shudders, dick hardening against my hip as he thinks about it. “But I also want to keep you in a bubble. I want to know things about you.”

The overwhelming intensity of him, the uncomfortable dread that accompanies him singes my bones.

I give into the sickness within me and let him take.

“I want to live inside you,” he confesses, kissing my sweaty shoulder. “Do you get it now, Aiden? Do you see what I see?”

I’ve come to realize—begrudgingly enough—that as much as Aiden is mine, he’s having trouble recognizing that. He doesn’t feel this bone-deep certainty that I do about how intertwined our souls are. It’s irritating to admit that having him fully come to terms and embrace his reality might take time.

“You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” I say truthfully, wondering how a man like him hasn’t fallen prey to the monsters that lurk in the shadows, hunting an innocent soul. “And I want all that perfect cum in my mouth until I choke on it.”

Because our souls were born apart but have always been meant to twine together like vines lacing a precious rose. So beautiful it hurts.

And, for some unknown reason, some fucked up sensation of losing control that overcomes me⁠— I go to the window and open the curtains.

I really am trapped here, kidnapped by some deranged lunatic who thinks we’re soulmates, with no way to escape.

The prickle in my skin erupts. The uneasiness fills my gut. That same almost paranormal fog smothers me, its inky tendrils slithering across the cut on my neck and down my throat. He once asked if I knew who he was, if I recognized him, if I sensed him, and now I do.

“What do you want, little lamb?” Something cool presses against my collarbone. “I want it to hurt.” A slice of pain. “For how long?” Wetness seeps down my chest. “Until it kills me.”

“I told you,” he rasps against my lips, one hand anchored on my hip to pull me to meet his thrusts, while the other forces my jaw down until spit is slobbering down my chin. “We’re part of each other now. I’ll treasure your broken soul until it comes back from hell to haunt me. No one is taking your life but me.”

I nod. Like a trained dog. Like Hades’ Hellhound. Like an obedient servant.

“I’ll kill you, Aiden. When I do, you and I will be together forever.”

“You make me crazy,” he chuckles, snuggling up to my side. “My perfect obsession. My bounty. My soul to take. My Aiden.”

“Tell me about your darkness,” I dare say, tugging lightly on his collar which causes him to moan. “Levi.” He rolls his hips against me, his hard cock dripping precum against my skin. “I’ll tell you anything.”

“You’re talking about my birth name.” He huffs as if he finds it funny. “I haven’t been him in a very long time.” “What was his name?” He smiles against my lips, finding it all so amusing. “Michael.” I snort. Oh, sweet irony. When he raises his scarred brow, I laugh at how adorably clueless he looks. “You know who Michael is, right?” He shakes his head. “He’s God’s favorite archangel.” He scoffs. “There’s nothing holy about me.”

I don’t know which scares me more. Wanting to hurt someone… Or wanting to be hurt by somebody.

“My brothers are all twisted fucks,” he explains, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Asi doesn’t like to admit it, but he gets off on torture. Gore will tear your tongue out with his bare hands and laugh. Mammon will bash your skull in without a second thought. Bel once even…” He shakes his head. “My point is to not get comfortable around them. They’re all monsters.”

“But then what are you?” He smirks, the scar on his top lip stretching as he presses his forehead against mine. “I’m your monster, little lamb. I staked my claim with my cum, my piss, my spit, and my blood. They’re going to have to kill me to get my prey.”

I’m determined to make it known that—while my brothers can borrow him—he belongs to me.

My Aiden is starting to come to terms with the fate that was chosen for him, but he’s still only human, and other people are pathetic idiots.

I’m Leviathan, one of the Princes of Hell, and everyone should fear the puppet master who pulls the strings.

No matter how much my little lamb tries to hide it, he’s starting to learn what I’ve known since the moment I picked his name out of the box that sealed both our fates. That we’re both born from the same soul. Meant to be.

“So fucking hot,” I groan, tracing each and every scar on his chest. “You want to cut me open like you did him?”

I plaster myself against his chest, wishing I was naked so I could feel every raised mark on his skin, so I could fucking just… I don’t know. Become a part of him? Fuck and fight and wrestle until the only difference between him and I is one beating hearts instead of two?

“Look at yourself,” he spits, pinching my cheeks together. “Fuck, little lamb. You look so goddamn perfect. My little cocksleeve taking my cock so well. Tell them how much you like it.”

“Harder!” “Not until they know,” he barks, delivering one brutal thrust that has my face colliding with the mirror and cracking my glasses even more. “Who’s pretty fucking hole is this? Who do you belong to, Aiden?”

“Take me! Fucking⁠—” “What?” he snaps, pulling on the leash, my vision blurring as all I see is my masked monster annihilating me. “What?” “Fuck!” I bang my forehead against the mirror until I hear it shatter. “Fucking kill me! Gut me! Burn me alive! Just keep me!”

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself. I see the monster Levi’s made me into.

With each beating of their fists against their chest, with each hoot and holler, I know what this means. We’re Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. The monsters come out from the shadows. The men underneath are gone. The hunt is on.

“Time to come out and play, brother.”

Now I don’t know what I want anymore.