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This serial cannot be read out of order. Please start with Part 1.
I sent an edit request to have this added to Part 1 but it hasn’t been published yet, so the dynamics for this serial are as follows:
Liora: M/F
Bailey: M/F/M and M/F
Lana: M/M/F and every combination thereof
Giselle: M/M/M/F and every combination thereof
I’m unsure yet if any FF dynamics will come about later on in the serial. Please feel free to skip the chapters that don’t appeal to you.
All content for this story is copyrighted by Mia Eris and may not be used or reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author.
Every character in this story is 18+ years of age and all sex is 100% consensual.
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LIORA | 3
With a yawn, Liora stretched and blinked her eyes open, feeling remarkably well-rested. As she rubbed the grit from her eyes, her mind flooded with new memories, and she paused. Lifting her hands away, she stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling before sitting up and looking all around a bedroom she’d never seen before.
“Oh, shit.”
Brushing the covers aside, she patted herself down, relieved that she was still wearing the same leggings and t-shirt from the night before. Only her sweater and ballet flats had been removed. Hades’s might, she must’ve passed out in the back of her dad’s car after they’d left the mall.
A bright smile slowly crept over her face as she thought about how much fun they’d had while shopping. Even growing up in the wealthy environment of the Hierarchy, Liora had felt like she’d been on a whirlwind ride by the time they’d finished. They’d grabbed a bite to eat in one of the fancier restaurants inside the mall, where almost everyone who’d spotted them stopped to meet Liora and congratulate her dad on her homecoming.
That’s when she’d learned that every soulie in the city believed all of the new hybrid arrivals had been away at Swiss boarding schools their whole lives. Her father had explained that Hell evolved right alongside the mortal realm, so their cover story always reflected the modern times to make it more believable.
A new wave of excitement went through her at the thought of seeing him again and getting to spend more time with him. She climbed out of bed and crossed to the windows to open the drapes. Bright sunlight flooded into the room, causing her to blink through watery vision as her eyes tried to adjust. Recalling that he’d bought her a new cellphone and set it up for her on Hell’s only network, she glanced over her shoulder to see it sitting on the nightstand by the alarm clock.
Shit, it was already after 12:30 in the afternoon. What time had they gotten home? It had to have been nearly dawn. Turning back to the window Liora’s happiness increased with the view that greeted her. Lush lawns and beautiful gardens with an actual hedge maze were all trimmed with shade trees before a field of green took over for as far as the eye could see.
Were they even still in the city? Pulling her attention from the scenery, she turned around and studied her new bedroom. It looked like it belonged inside of a castle. The doors and windows had stone, double-arch frames. There was more space than in her old room, the bed custom-sized with a padded headboard of soft, cream fabric. An actual chandelier hung from the center of the tray ceiling, but there wasn’t much else in the room.
Liora crossed to the doors in the left wall and opened them, surprised by the size of the walk-in closet. It even had a counter in the middle with different size drawers. All of the shopping bags and boxes from their trip to the mall were stacked inside. One of the boxes sat alone on the edge of the counter, with a note on top of it.
Gattina,
Don’t worry about putting anything away. The staff will take care of it when you come downstairs for the day.
Love, Dad
Smiling, she started digging through the bags to find an outfit to wear for the day, then left the closet, taking the note with her. Liora wasn’t surprised that the open arch in the right corner led to an adjoining bathroom, but it was her first time ever having one. Her bathroom at her mom’s house had been across the hall from her room.
Her new one was far more lavish with a built-in vanity, a soaking tub, and a separate shower stall of seamless glass. Liora had to go back to the closet to grab the bags with all of her new hygiene and beauty products.
Too anxious to spend time soaking in the tub, she took a nice hot shower, then got herself ready for the day. Or, what was left of it, anyway. All she wanted to do was see her dad again and hoped he was home, rather than at work or off doing whatever it was he did as the crime boss of Hollow’s End.
She was also excited to explore her new home and see more of the grounds. Liora chose a white summer dress with spaghetti straps and a dark pink floral print. Then, opted for a pair of ballet Magosa Escort flats for her outdoor exploring.
More memories filled her mind as she left her room and found her way to the stairs. During their shopping excursion, her dad had told her that he owned a stable with purebred Arabians and champion Thoroughbreds. Liora had confessed to never even seeing a horse in person before, let alone knowing how to ride, and he’d offered to teach her.
As she descended the staircase, she peered all around, taking in the scope and splendor of her surroundings. Everywhere she looked, the architecture was the same as in her room. But combined with the dark, decorative woodwork, she found the style more similar to a Gothic cathedral than a castle.
At the base of the stairs, her ears picked up on the faint sounds of classical music coming from somewhere in the house. Following it, Liora dismissed the fancy parlor for the hall that cut toward the back of the house. She ended up in another corridor that went both ways and opted to go left since the music sounded louder from that direction.
When she found herself in a large, grand foyer with arched double doors between taller, arched windows and a sweeping staircase, Liora realized she must’ve come down the private stairs for family members only. Turning right, she walked through another open arch where giant potted ferns sat on either side of an elaborate, formal living room. It was full of expensive furniture in creams with dark wood finish. Gold framed artwork and décor accentuated the golds woven into the priceless area rugs under various seating arrangements.
Beyond it stood a baby grand piano just to the left of French doors leading out to a patio that overlooked the gardens and hedge maze. Another open archway stood between the living room and piano, so Liora walked through it and finally found the source of the classical music. An antique phonograph sat on a claw-foot table just large enough to hold it inside a large, formal dining room.
More potted ferns added a lush element to the antique furniture and dripping chandelier. Fresh flowers in decorative urns lined the center of the table with new candles in their gleaming silver holders. The door in the middle of the far wall swung open, and an older woman wearing a staff uniform entered the room. She was humming to the music and carrying a stack of linen napkins.
“Oh,” she yelped, clasping a hand over her heart, startled to see Liora standing there. “Goodness, I’m so sorry, dear, you startled me.”
“Sorry, I was just looking for my dad,” Liora said.
The woman’s face reddened with embarrassment yet brightened with a smile simultaneously.
“You must be Miss Liora,” she said, setting the napkins aside to cross the room to her. “My, of course, you are. Just look at you. Your dad has been talking nonstop about your arrival. He’s so thrilled to finally have you home. I’m Beth Ann, your head of kitchen staff. You ever need anything, any time of day or night, all you have to do is ring my number on your room phone, and I’ll have it whipped right up for you.”
“Thanks,” she said, wondering if people were really that needy. Then she wondered if the woman was a Damned Soul who was merely there living out her eternal punishment. “Would you happen to know where my dad is?”
“I bet he’s in his study,” Beth Ann replied with a nod and pointed through the next open archway. “Just follow that hall. It leads right to the library where his study is.”
“Okay, thank you,” Liora said.
“Anything you need,” the woman reiterated with a smile. “Welcome home, Miss.”
Liora smiled at her and continued down the hall to the library. The room was full of masculine furniture and more priceless area rugs. Built-in shelves filled every wall, punctuated by more windows. A massive, ornately carved fireplace stood in the left wall, and a scrolling staircase swept down from the second level toward the right-hand corner. In the center of all the bookcases along the far wall was yet another set of wooden doors.
Yet directly across from the hall was a single door. So, which one was her father’s study? Suspecting the double doors, Liora made her way to them and knocked.
“Come in,” her dad’s familiar voice answered, making her smile.
Liora opened the door and peeked her head inside to see if he was alone. Her dad sat behind a desk in front of a triple-wide bay window overlooking more lush lawns, and possibly the stables he’d told her about. His handsome features struck her all over again, sending jittery arousal through her muscles.
The moment he saw her, his face lit up, and he rose from his chair to round the desk.
“There she is,” he greeted as she entered the room and closed the door. He wrapped her in his arms and gave her a big hug that had her body igniting with power and desire. “How did you sleep?”
“I think I was in a coma,” she answered humorously. “I don’t even remember the drive here.”
Her dad chuckled. “We’d Kıbrıs Escort barely left the mall before you were sound asleep against me in the car,” he informed her. “I knew you had to be exhausted, so I made sure not to wake you. How do you like your room? I know it’s sparse, but I wanted to give you the chance to decorate it yourself.”
“Really?” She brightened even more.
He nodded. “Yes, your stepmother threw quite a fit over that. She wanted to have it all done up for your homecoming, but I told her you were an adult and could pick out your own damn sheets.”
Liora laughed. “Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he said. “Are you hungry? You slept through breakfast and lunch.”
She nodded. “Yeah, but I’m more anxious to see the rest of the house and grounds,” she admitted, then pointed through the window. “Is that the stable?”
“It is.” He smiled. “Want to take a look?”
Grinning, she nodded, and he opened the door for her. When he closed it, Liora felt a mild wave of his power and instinctively stepped back, rubbing her arms.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Protection spell.” He winked. “Keeps the staff and my sneaky, nosy wife out.”
Liora choked out a mild laugh. “Okay, you’ve got to teach me that one.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn it in school,” he said. “Of course, mine is quite a bit more powerful, but yours will be good enough to keep any wandering soulie from going where they shouldn’t.”
“That’s good to know,” she said, wondering if he used the spell on places of high value across Hollow’s End or just in the house.
He glanced at her as he started leading her to the single door tucked in the corner.
“You’re welcome in any part of the house at any time,” he said, misinterpreting her silent contemplation. “I want you to know that. There’s nothing in my life that’s off-limits to you, ever.”
Liora studied him and nodded. “That will take some getting used to.”
“I know, that’s why I’m telling you now,” he said. “I want you to feel at home here as soon as possible. This is our castle, gattina, in our empire; mine and yours. We’re the stars here. Everyone else is just extras.”
He opened the door and led her into a kind of mudroom where boots were lined up under a wooden bench to the left and wool jackets hung on pegs over them. Her dad opened the next door that led outside, and the warm summer air washed fresh and fragrant over them.
“What a beautiful day,” he remarked as he peered around. “I guess it feels more so, having you here by my side at last.”
Liora smiled at him and hugged his arm. He smiled back and bent his elbow to give her a better hold while leading her across the grass and paved road between the house and stable. As soon as she saw the horses grazing in the pasture, she gasped.
“Oh, Dad, they’re beautiful,” she said.
“Yes, they are. Top of their breeds,” he said proudly. “These babies make us a lot of money at the racetrack. Not that we need it, but winning never loses its thrill.”
“So, we can’t ride them?” she asked, deflating a little.
“Of course we can. They’re ours.” He smiled. “As soon as we have you registered for school and know what your schedule’s going to be like, we can set time aside for your riding lessons. I can even take you to the track so you can see them in action if you want?”
“Yes, please,” she accepted. “That sounds exciting.”
“It is, and we have our own box with the perfect view right in front of the finish line,” he said.
“Is the track here in Hollow’s End?” she asked.
“Of course, fixing horse races is a Mob tradition,” he said.
Liora chuckled and shook her head as her dad opened the door to the stable and led her inside. The smell of hay and horses filled her nostrils, not at all as unpleasant as she’d thought it might be. The cement path down the center of the stalls was wide, and the ceiling was high, with open windows near the top of the walls allowing fresh air to stream through.
“These are some of our top contenders at the moment,” her dad told her as they walked past a couple of empty stalls to the first one that had a gorgeous, all-black horse. The sign on the door read: King’s Own.
“This guy belongs to another powerful demon named Lazarus,” he explained. “He’s the President of an outlaw motorcycle gang called the Kings of Malum. We do a lot of business together, and in fact, his hybrid daughter will be in your First Year group at university.”
“Maybe we’ll start a club,” Liora teased. “The Daughters of Crime.”
Her dad laughed and lifted her hand, setting it on the horse’s nose. “Don’t be afraid. You’re a demon. There are no better beasts in existence for us than horses and canines.”
“No bats?” she joked as she pet King’s Own and found his coat smooth and silky to the touch.
“I believe that would be vampires, gattina.” He chuckled.
“When is school registration, anyway?” she asked when he started leading her further down the path.
“It Lefkoşa Escort starts this coming week,” he answered. “I planned to take you in Monday morning, then afterward, I thought you might like to see where I conduct most of my criminal activities.”
“Honest?” she asked, looking at him with surprise.
“I had a feeling my Mafia Princess would like that,” he said, appearing pleased. “Plus, it will give me the chance to assign you your guards.”
Liora stopped. “What?”
“It’s just for show,” he said. “People expect us to be surrounded by guards all of the time because of who we are. You would never be in any actual danger here.”
She released a breath of relief over that, but it was still an inconvenience she wasn’t looking forward to.
“More adjustments,” she said.
Her dad turned her to face him and cupped her cheek. “It will get easier, I promise. I know everything is new and overwhelming right now, but sooner than you might think, you’ll get used to the fact that you’re in Hell now. Here, you are powerful, celebrated, and completely protected from all of the bad things that can happen in the mortal realm.”
“Okay,” she whispered, feeling her body growing hotter under the sincere gaze of his dark eyes.
Unable to stop herself, Liora’s gaze dropped to his sexy mouth, recalling how it had felt when he’d brushed his lips over hers. It was a potent craving thriving in her blood now.
“Liora,” he said quietly.
“Just one more?” she beseeched.
Desire swirled in her dad’s eyes, and he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft but fuller than the night before. His lips pressed against hers rather than brushing lightly. When Liora kissed him back, he started moving his lips over hers, using them to coax her mouth open for his tongue. The moment it slipped inside and touched hers, electricity shot right through her limbs, and she moaned, then started kissing him deeper.
She hooked her fingers over his wrists, wanting so bad for him to touch her, but he continued holding her face, exploring her mouth with his in the most fantastic ways. Then, out of nowhere, Liora’s stomach grumbled with hunger, and the blood rushed to her cheeks as her dad broke the kiss.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” she said with a slightly mortified laugh.
He grinned and kissed her again, though it was just on the lips. “Mmm, don’t be embarrassed. It’s all part of being a demon,” he said. “We have very healthy appetites for everything. Sex, food, alcohol, drugs, life.”
Straightening, he rubbed his thumbs over her swollen lips, his sable eyes churning with desire and something close to awe.
“We hear the stories all of the time, but it doesn’t do the reality justice,” he remarked.
“Stories?” she questioned. “About our appetites?”
“No, this,” he answered. “The pleasure of family. I want you so much, Liora, but I don’t want you to have any bad feelings about it. I know you were raised to believe that it’s wrong and shameful, and I don’t expect eighteen years of conditioning to change overnight.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. Even if Liora’s body was more than ready to give it a try, anyway, no matter what her mind said. But deep down, she knew there would be no way to stop those kinds of thoughts from happening yet. Her mind was still convinced it was wrong, even if that voice was weaker today than even the night before.
“I wish it could,” she said softly.
Leaning forward, her dad pressed a kiss into her hair. “Me, too, kitten. But I know for a fact that once we start, we’re never going to stop, so there’s no need to rush. We have plenty of time to get to know each other and make out like a couple of teenagers sneaking around their parents’ backs.”
Liora laughed and gave him a sideways glance. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like the idea of sneaking around.”
Her dad grinned. “Guilty,” he said. “Must be the criminal in me. It sounds thrilling.”
She couldn’t deny that it really did, especially when she thought about how hot and heavy their make-out sessions might become along the way.
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BAILEY | 3
After Bailey listened to her dad and brother explain the ways of demons and incest, all she could do was sit there, stunned, while the words slowly absorbed into her brain. It was a little too much to believe that the attraction she felt for them was natural and was never going to go away, but who was she to refute them? They were demons, they knew what Hell was like and she didn’t.
On one hand, she couldn’t deny the small amount of relief she felt that her feelings weren’t uncommon; that she wasn’t some kind of freak. On the other hand, how in the world was she ever supposed to be okay with it? Bailey grasped the technical facts they’d highlighted, the medical reasons why incest was so taboo in the mortal realm and how that didn’t apply to them–but what about the moral aspects? They were her dad and brother. Didn’t that still make it wrong?
Then again, they were demons. If she were to believe everything religion claimed about them, then practicing incest shouldn’t even come as a surprise, let alone make the top ten list of worst possible things a demon could do.