Rise Of The King [Dark Temptation Spin-Off Two]

Levi My father once said, always hold yourself when you want to feed. Find something to get your inner demon to come and play. You are not a monster, Levi. And you will never be. You are my son. Your mother’s little angel. You are…Levi Donovan. Unfortunately, papá, I was not mamá’s little angel anymore. I was a demon, for crying out loud. No matter how hard she wanted me to be her sweet and innocent little angel, I was not the same anymore. The day I found out I was a demon, that I was capable to kill, I was not an angel anymore. An angel didn’t kill. An angel pulled someone out of his dark path, leading them to the right one. I was dragging people to the darkness where I could consume them. Introducing them to the wrong path. I’d learned to not suppress my inner demon. I embraced it as my strength. And guess what? That voice had never spoken to me again. He was f*****g laughing at me because he was proud of me. But of course, I knew my limit. I had to show him that I was the owner of this body. I was Levi f*****g Donovan. The son of Micaiah Donovan. Demons feared him. They didn’t just scare of Uncle Lucifer, my father as well. And I had managed to conquer my demon and showed the motherfucker who was the motherfucking boss, I could live my life peacefully like nothing was wrong. I let go of the past where I killed that poor innocent girl when I was sixteen. Call it…an accident, folks. s**t, I sounded like a bastard. An asshole. Whatever. The sound of someone’s groan entered my ear as I turned, seeing a naked back. A blonde with a slender body. Her shoulder slowly dropped and raised. Still alive. I smirked; she might be feeling a little sluggish in the morning but I didn’t take much. I might be a demon. I consumed a human’s soul through my d**k. But I was not a killer. I had enough of being a murderer. At least, not killing someone unconsciously. I pushed myself closer to her ear, “Thanks for the night, señora. Don’t worry, you will forget about me in the morning,” I murmured. Kissing her temple, I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my black shirt, and wore my jeans. I grabbed my guitar and walked out of the apartment, heading down to the parking lot. I hopped on my Harley where someone whistled, capturing my attention. “Nice ride, señor,” he complimented. “Thanks.” I turned on the engine. “You play?” he asked while pointing my gig bag at my back. “I am. Great tool to seduce a chick.” He laughed. Hey, women liked my hands. Said my hands were beautiful. Of course, because they were thinking about what I could do with these hands of mine. I had long fingers which meant…I had a long d**k and I was f*****g proud of it. Women these days knew that. Reversing the bike as I flew away from the building. Letting the night wind hit my skin. Where should I go? I had nothing to do for now. My bandmates already had plans. And I was a night owl. I didn’t sleep at night. Oh, well. The beach sounded nice and that was where I was going now. I stopped my Harley and jumped down. My eyes latched on the scene. Pretty. My peace. My calm. I carried my guitar and walked toward the deck. I was always here ever since I was a boy. My parents owned an island – Isla de Venus. My father’s present for my mother, saying after what happened in New York, he brought her and me away. I was born in New York. I was literally an American. I’d been there and I didn’t really like it. Too many had happened there. I’d found out Uncle Lucifer almost killed me for Aunt Ivy. He waited until I was old enough for him to apologize. I accepted though. He was just doing everything he could for the woman he loved. He even sacrificed his throne for Aunt Ivy so they could be together. Although he was still helping Uncle Daemon. He was still trying to convince Uncle Lucifer to come back but he refused. He didn’t want to risk his family and he loved this new life of his. This new normal life of the great Lucifer. I sat down at the edge while positioning my favorite guitar in my arms. What should I play for tonight? I slid my fingers down the strings, automatically playing Poison’s Every Rose has its Thorns. By the way, I didn’t sing. I loved playing guitar but I couldn’t sing. Not that I had a nice voice anyway. Mamá loved it though but I knew she was just trying to be a good mother. However… I smiled. I remembered I played my first song for her birthday while I was singing. I remembered her tears. I knew I was a terrible singer yet the message I wanted to give to my mother, I managed to deliver it. Music had been my greatest passion. I used to think because I was a demon so I was impeccably perfect at playing guitar. Not anymore. I just loved it and it was now my job. A composer. Sometimes I played in front of people. I made a soundtrack for movies. A band asked me to be the guitarist. It was great money. Something to take my mind away from f*****g women. s**t. You were f*****g nineteen, Donovan! For Christ’s sakes! I acted like a teenager who just got his first wet dream. Thinking of a woman, I recalled Athena requested me to make a song for her. Damn, I had to charge her for that. We were like a f*****g Tom and Jerry to one another despite she was younger than me. Well, only for a few months but still, the little brat should respect her elder. As I continued to play, I looked in front of me. Recalling the time I saw…a woman here. I couldn’t see her clearly because it was midnight already. She probably had brown hair and a pair of mesmerizing eyes color. Green, maybe. She was bathing in the ocean. Seriously, who would do that now? I wanted to say that was a very stupid move of her because anyone could see her. Not like I cared about what would happen to her. Blame it on my mother because she taught me to always respect women. And since I had to regard them, I would never refuse their offer to sleep with them. At some point, I was satisfying my lust; I was also feeding my demon. It was a win-win situation. At least for me. Would I see her again? Judging by how clueless she was, she must be a tourist. Locals around her already knew the boys’ naughty little game to women or girls who were trying to skinny dipping in the ocean. Or f*****g here. They would grab their clothes, embarrassing them from A to Z, and all they could do was cry their asses off. Even so, sometimes I envied those couples. To be honest, I had never been in a relationship before. Don’t get me wrong, I was way more popular than any guys around the area. It was my charm thanks to my demon blood making me so appetizing to chicks’ eyes. But that was it. They were only interested in my face. Astounded by my guitar skill. Capable to steal their hearts and p*****s through music. And they were curious with my d**k. I’d never met someone who could make my stomach fill with butterflies, my heart hammering just by meeting someone’s eyes, cheeks blushing. Nothing. I was curious to know, especially when I had to witness my parents and my uncles with my aunts. My father being so protective of my mother. Uncle Lucifer couldn’t take his hands away from Aunt Ivy. And Uncle Nathan always flirted with Aunt Judith despite their daughter was watching them. I wonder— My mind was blown away when I heard something hard hit the ocean, stopping my mind and playing. The hell? I looked to the back, seeing something floating. “What the hell? I stood up slowly and walked toward the floating thing. Not a thing anymore. A woman. “Oh, f**k! Er, hey, miss? Señora?” I called but no response. Unconscious. And her face was inside the water. She could die! Putting down my guitar, I jumped to the water and grabbed her to the shore. Turning her body, I moved my ear closer to her face. Not breathing. “s**t,” I muttered under my breath. I pumped her heart and gave some oxygen through her mouth. Silently asking for forgiveness for tainting her lips. Still nothing. I did it again and she finally coughed out water. “Miss?” I called her again as she slowly opened her eyes. At that time, I was stunned in the sand. Seeing green pearls like the color of the forest. The color of life. A breath of fresh air. Irresistible and dazzling. And all she could say, “He’s…coming,” was that before she rolled her eyes and went unconscious again. Oh, man, now what should I do? He’s coming? Who? Her boyfriend? Her husband? Her dad? Damn it! Judging by her accent, she was no local. “Miss?” I reached her out again and no response. That was when I realized, the color of the water turned darker. I pulled up the hem of her turtle neck and saw a cut on her abdomen. “What the f**k!” Without thinking, I ran to the deck and grabbed my guitar before claiming the woman. Running to my bike and carefully positioned her on my back. “Hang in there, sweetheart.” I rode my Harley like a f*****g lunático to the hospital. I could tell this woman didn’t have much time with that injury and I could feel the blood on my lower back. Who would do that to her? And how did she get there? Was I too preoccupied playing the guitar I didn’t realize her presence at my back? Was she calling for my help before she fell to the water? Please God, no. Once I reached the hospital, I immediately explained to them the situation as they took her to the operating room. I could’ve just left because she was not my responsibility. She was just a stranger who fell into the ocean and I had no heart but to leave her. Not with that nasty cut on her abdomen. I had no choice but to wait. If she was with someone, they would look for her. Or to kill her. An hour later, the doctor came out. “How is she, Doc?” I asked. “The operation is doing well. She’s recovering now. You did the right thing by taking her here immediately. The cut was horrible,” he explained. “I can see that. What did that to her?” “I assume something really sharp like a machete or something. She’s probably managed to miss it because if she didn’t…” “Her organs would gush out,” I added and he nodded his head. “Her internal organs are fine. Nothing was cut. But she has a nasty blow on her head as well. Maybe you didn’t aware of it but the back of her head was injured as well.” Right, because I was concentrating on the dark color around her stomach. “Is she going to be okay?” “She will. She has to stay for a couple of nights just to make sure.” I wrinkled my brows. “Make sure?” “With that blow in her head, it’s a higher possibility that she could lose some of her memories.” Oh, great. f*****g great. “Do you know her?” “No. I was at the beach when I saw her so suddenly fell to the water. She wasn’t breathing when I found her.” “Maybe someone holds a grudge against her but we have to see whether she could remember something about the incident and call the police if someone was trying to kill her. The best thing we can do now is to wait for her to wake up.” “Okay then.” I exhaled. “Can I see her?” “Sure. We will move her to the room later.” “Gracias, Doctor,” I thanked him and walked past the doctor. Nodding to the nurse when I was near the woman. Seeing her forehead was wrapped with the bandage. Her clothes already changed to the hospital robe. Moving closer, I stood next to her bed. Examining her. I slightly looked back, seeing nobody was around. I closed the curtain and returned to the woman. Leaning closer, “You smell so f*****g good, lady. What am I going to do with you?” I muttered. This was insane. I’d never been feeling this way. Seeing a woman and I desperately wanted her. The human side of mine was telling me to look for someone who knew her. My demon’s side – my nasty and cruel side, was telling me to keep her with me. Rather than looking for a different prey every night or when I was starving, this one could do the honor for me. Besides… I smirked. “You are just the same as me, cariño.” Only this time, I thanked God for sending someone to tame the devil inside of me. Time to play, cariño.