Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (ebook reader play store .txt) 📕

Strong men were putty before this woman, I could tell. It took every bit of steel in my backbone not to fall back to my knees and mindlessly praise her beauty. Only with a great effort did I manage a tiny bow, inclining my head.

“H-hello,” I said, tapping into my power. The feeling of anxiety receded; I stood straight again. “I’m Luke.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” the demoness purred, resting her hand on a retainer’s head. “I’ve heard so much about you. My husband has really taken a shine to you—especially for a human.”

Husband? But that meant...oh no…

The demoness grinned as if she could read my thoughts. “It’s so good to meet you,” she said, inclining her head. “My name is Lilith. I’m Lucifer’s wife.”

Chapter 19

“Allow me to extend an official welcome to both of you,” Lilith purred, her long nails playing along a fringe of her exquisite robes. “You’ve passed your respective entrance exams for the Infernal Academy, and can now be considered part of our newest crop of students. Congratulations.”

The words barely registered. I stood frozen in my tracks, spell-bound by the demonic beauty of the woman in front of me. It wasn’t a surprise that Lucifer had a wife—if anything, as the Archlord of Hell, he was entitled to a harem the size of any great conqueror throughout history. I’d just never expected him to have such a sexy wife.

It’s like Santa Claus. You’d expect the woman beside him to be some kind-faced, sweet matron—not a sleek beauty dressed like the head priestess at the temple of a fertility goddess. One look at Lilith and I completely understood why the Prince of Darkness took her as a wife.

Christina was just as surprised as me, but for entirely different reasons. “Oh my Satan,” she whispered, rising smoothly beside me at a hand signal from Lilith. “I’ve heard so much about you, Headmistress! I never expected to be brought into your presence—I never hoped for such an honor…”

“All good things you’ve heard, I hope,” Lilith purred. She acted like reactions such as Christina’s were par for the course, like a celebrity who’s used to being chased down by adoring fans. “I didn’t watch your entire entrance exam, of course, but I did see that little fracas in the Arena over at the Wrath School. Those were excellent moves. You’ll be a credit to that house, Christina.”

Tears sprung to the blonde’s eyes at the compliment. “Oh Headmistress, thank you so much! Wait...does that mean I’m officially in Wrath? I’m a wrath demon?”

Lilith snickered. She had the cold, cruel face of an empress for sure—those cheekbones of hers could cut glass. Again the urge to drop to my knees before this demoness coursed through me, though it was weaker this time. Good thing, too. Doing that would be even more embarrassing than Christina treating her like Taylor Swift.

“I was going to let a retainer read the final results,” Lilith said, gesturing around the square, “but why not. After all, you two are no ordinary students. My husband’s told me so much about you…”

Dimly, I realized that everyone within earshot had stopped what they were doing and watched in silence, as captivated by Lilith as I was. I got the distinct impression face-to-face contact with the Headmistress was a rare thing, indeed—and from the looks on some of the demons watching, not necessarily a thing to be desired. I could understand that—this woman looked like she could dispense fury just as easily as grace.

Lilith cleared her throat. “Your performance in the Arena bodes well for your fighting skills,” the Headmistress intoned. “And your...extracurricular activities during your tour of the Lust school speak of a particularly strong zeal for the pleasures of the flesh. That part was quite enthralling, if I do say so myself…”

Christina had gone red as a stop sign. I couldn’t see my own face, but I was sure I looked much the same. Lilith had been spying on us then, too?

“As such, I am pleased to confer to you the title of Wrathlust,” Lilith finished, leaning over and tapping one of Christina’s shoulders. It was a simple gesture, yet for a moment the air crackled with potential energy. Christina looked as solemn as if she’d been knighted. “A major in the Wrath school and a minor in Lust, as you so astutely guessed.”

I wondered if that meant my guesses would be correct, too. Honestly, I hadn’t given a ton of thought to what I wanted my minor to be. I just knew the Pride school was definitely for me. Wrath would be good; that way I could spar with Christina and keep an eye on her. Definitely not Envy, or Sloth—if Lilith had been watching when we’d toured those wings, she’d know those schools weren’t for me.

I didn’t have to wait long to have my curiosity sated. Before Christina could babble out another set of tearful thanks, Lilith turned smoothly to me. Those deep, almond eyes met mine, and I nearly groaned in response. The look she gave me went straight to my cock, and suddenly I was glad I’d tucked in my robes when I rose to my feet.

“As for you, Luke…” Lilith’s glossy lips pursed in a pout. “My husband and I spoke personally about your potential career path.”

I swallowed hard. The gazes of the demons watching sharpened, their interest piqued by the mention of Lucifer himself. As those around us fell silent, I heard a tiny groan from somewhere behind me.

“Like Hell she did,” Mareth whispered from her hiding place. “She hasn’t talked to Lucifer in at least a hundred years…”

If Lilith heard Mareth’s declaration, she gave no sign. “After a great deal of thought, and review of your performance during the tour, the Academy has decided to place