Hellbound Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Five) Read Online Free PDF

began to grow back.
    His vision went red as his anger surged over her treatment. She should never have been harmed in such a manner and, mission or not, Rhys wasn’t leaving Hell without taking her with him.

CHAPTER THREE

     
    Illianna hated her life. As an angel of joy and happiness, to feel such revulsion was like acid eating away at her from the inside out. And then there were the actions she was forced to perform that were slowly killing her.
    She’d stopped wondering long ago how the vile demon had managed to kidnap her. The fact of the matter was that Lemuel had taken her as his slave and enjoyed tormenting her for the past hundred years. Lending her out to his friends for them to torture, as well, brought him sick gratification
    The familiar anger over how impossible it was supposed to be for demons to force angels to Hell came to the surface, adding a bit of bite to her next strike. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t supposed to happen because somehow it had happened to her. So why was she still allowing it to make her angry? Maybe because even after all these years she recalled with excruciating clarity the pain of being drug through the entrance in the Cave of Cruachan, and then having her wings removed from her body. Or, maybe it was the darkness that was growing inside her that she couldn’t shut off.
    The darkness was born out of the torture she’d experienced. She remembered how she had been chained facedown to a stone table while hundreds of hands pawed her. Initially, all they had done was rip feathers and that was painful enough, but then the cutting had begun.
    Lemuel had intervened when his minions became frenzied from the effects of her blood and feathers. She’d almost breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over when the silver of his saw had flashed in the periphery of her vision.
    The vile incubus had taunted her, telling her what he planned to do to her. She fought to get free of the shackles holding her down, unable to hold back her screams. She knew evil beings existed, but she had never been exposed to such malevolence. To shut her up, Lemuel had shoved a filthy rag in her mouth, making it difficult to breathe.
    Completely helpless, the only thing she could do was pray to be rescued. He laughed as he began cutting through flesh, tendon and bone. Agony seared and she passed out before he’d removed the first wing. He’d thrown a nasty smelling liquid at her and waited until she regained consciousness before he continued removing her wings. It was the first time in her existence that she wanted to end someone’s life, and it had rocked her soul to realize she possessed such darkness.
    Her blood had run in rivulets off her back, splashing onto the floor. Bile rose in her throat when her tormentor had run his finger through the crimson liquid and leaned into her line of sight as he sucked his digit clean. She watched pleasure cross his features, as he seemed to strengthen right before her eyes. She knew that he was gaining a boost in power from her blood. He’d drawn out the rest of his torture after that, stopping to enjoy what he wrought, each step of the way.
    And, that was just the first time her wings had been removed. For angels, wings were the source of power and strength. Without them, she was no stronger than a human, and had lost all of her special abilities. Not that being able to instill happiness would do her any good in a place that was the antithesis of everything sanguine.
    Useless tears sprang to her eyes and she wiped them away. Her brother’s storming in with weapons blazing and avenging her was what kept her going. She knew them, and there was no way they’d ever give up looking for her. She was their baby sister, and they had protected her since their father had been killed in battle when she was a young angel.
    Her brothers were warrior angels, and could call weapons of Light to eliminate every demon in Hell. She wanted nothing more than to see every demon that’d