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harmed her dead with no chance of coming back. Her father had been one of the mightiest warriors in the heavens and her brothers had followed in their father’s footsteps. Rescuing and avenging her would be an easy task for them if they could find her. Problem was, it wasn’t supposed to be possible for her to be in the Underworld so they wouldn’t think to look there. No doubt they had scoured every realm available to them.
    Shoving those thoughts aside, she looked away from the male and female she was violating, and locked eyes with a demon across the room. He had unique, kaleidoscopic eyes that were mesmerizing. He was handsome and had a human visage, telling her he was either a Daeva demon or an incubus.
    His mouth twitched, drawing her attention. He had full lips that she suddenly wanted to kiss. She was completely losing her mind now. Why would she want to kiss or touch any part of any demon?
    Shaking her head, she turned away. Her brothers had better find her fast or she would not be salvageable. The male was a demon, and she wanted to kiss him, not because she was being forced to, but because she wanted to. Her darkness teased the edges of her awareness, reminding her that she was no longer a pure angel.
    Her time in Hell had changed her. Just how much was beginning to frighten her. Angels didn’t consort with the enemy, and they certainly didn’t lust after them.
    Several of the burly bouncers Shax employed were positioned in front of the stage, keeping the audience at bay as much as they kept her in line. The vile creatures that called the Second Circle home were crowded around numerous tables, shouting at her to make the male cut the female, or worse.
    The VIP members sitting in their fancy, cushioned chairs calling out for blood sickened her. Trying to escape her surroundings, she shut everything out and imagined that she was in heaven with the archangels watching the training of the warrior angels. She recalled being a young angel and sitting on the sidelines while her older brothers fought and trained, but it was the words being shouted that reminded her nothing in the Underworld was like it was in heaven.
    Everything about Hell was vastly different from where she’d come from in heaven. The homes and other buildings in heaven were bright, happy colors and everything was sparkling and clean. There were also countless windows so you could enjoy the beauty around you. Color everywhere and the sun shone brightly each day. That was one thing she missed most. She had a balcony at her home she preferred to sit on and soak in the sun’s rays while enjoying her morning coffee.
    In Hell, everything was dark and dirty, and there was nothing bright except freshly-spilled blood. The sun never shone, and the constant wind kicked up dust and debris, making life miserable. Especially, when you were denied clothing.
    She crossed her arms over her naked body, suddenly self-conscious of her appearance. She hadn’t had clothing for nearly a century, and had become used to being nude, but that didn’t mean she liked it.
    Recalling the first time they had stripped her bloody toga from her body, she huddled into herself. Rough hands had torn the cloth away and shoved her to the ground. The open wounds, where her wings had been, burned when she hit the ground. She could still feel the taint of the soil course through her veins as much as she could when the incubi had proceeded to sexually assault her.
    She hadn’t been able to fight back and stop the attack. Without her wings she was powerless. To humiliate her even further, they had shaved her head. She had never given her appearance a second thought before. It truly didn’t matter to her if she was attractive, or not, as long as she could bring others happiness and joy. But, after a hundred years of being abused and degraded, she burned with hatred over the fact that her hair and clothing had been taken. She loathed the way she looked now, and had become a vain angel,