The Following Wrath

One of Maya's favorite things to do was sleep in her brother's shirt. It left her scent on them, but more importantly, his large frame meant that she could just wear that as a top and a skirt in one. A very short skirt. Could it have been called a gown? His clothes were also much more comfortable, and his scent made her sleep peacefully. Although not too much that she would miss three text messages on her phone.

As she read them, she yawned, stretched out and got up to change into something she could flaunt at the club her brother had waited for her at. Miniskirt, tank top, and knee-high socks it was then. As she was leaving their apartment, she spotted a young-looking teen staring at her. When he noticed that she was staring back at him she panicked a little, frozen like a deer in headlights. Maya audibly chuckled, winked at him and beckoned him with her finger before walking towards the club.

She was pleased to see that he followed. He looked old enough to get into club if he did decide to show up. Before long, she found her brother waiting outside the address she was given. "Hey, Iaemor," she said sweetly.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I guess I'll just have to make it up to you later tonight?" she giggled. She said her thanks when he complemented her and she went in after him, but not before glancing back to see the same boy across the street. Looks like she was going to have something to eat tonight besides her favorite dish.

"This is your treat, right?" she said, following him to the bar to grab some drinks with her brother before the night could properly start. A short while later of chatting, she felt something brush her back side. Turning, she found the boy there, giving her nervous glances.

Maya leaned over to Iaemor and whispered. "I think I found my first partner."

With the blessings from her brother, Maya moved closer to the boy that followed her into the club. She could see he was a bit timid. He was stuttering as the two of them talked for a bit. Just the normal conversation for two strangers at the bar, really. Maya was the one pushing the conversation as it seemed the boy didn't know what to do, yet he wanted to stay. Maybe this was his first attempt at flirting.

Now that he was closer, Maya could see that he had horns on his forehead, two on each side. They were merely short numbs with dull points. He had the tail of a bull, slender and capped with a tuft of hair. Being the playful one she was, Maya was quick to twist their tails together, which caught the boy off-guard, but was happy.

Not too long after some idle chatter, laughs and a dash of flirting, Maya and the boy walked to the dance floor. Once he had been exposed to Maya's endearing side, the boy was all too eager to step up. Although, there was something off. As they both danced, his demeanor seemed to change. He looked much sharper, like an animal ready to pounce, but at the same time, Maya could see him glancing where her brother was, almost like he was watching him.

He turned his attention back to her as he moved close enough for both of their bodies to press against each other. And he whispered in her ear. "The king of Wrath sends his regards."

"Iaemor! They found us!" she told her brother telepathically. Her body stiffened as she felt something dig into her spine. It was a dagger, but it was an enchanted one. She couldn't scream out. Pain was often a pleasure, but this one was different. It was indescribable, burning agony. "He got me..."

"Well well well..." the now confident-looking demon said, licking the blood from his blade after sidestepping Iaemor's attack, "I was just going to take the Queen here and draw you out, but it seems my job just got a whole lot easier. I should have expected the cowards to huddle together."

By the time he was done taunting, the rest of the club noticed what was happening, and those on the dance floor pushed away from the center of the action, a bit confused on what was transpiring. There were screams as this happened, as the blood-stained knife was seen as the emergency lights turned on to remove the dimness the club had. Security personnel rushed to the scene, as did some tough-looking bystanders who wanted to be heroes, but a forcefield kept the three isolated.

Maya was shaking from the pain, burying her face in Iaemor's chest. Even with the dagger out of her wound, her injury wouldn't close, and the burning sensation lingered. Her breaths were but short gasps. If the floodlights hadn't gone on, people would have noticed glowing vein-like roots beginning to spread just under Maya's skin.

"Your sister's not going to last long. Why don't give her one last fuck? Go on, it's not like either of you are shy of such things."

Maya groaned in agony as the wound and whatever poison the blade has burned her deeply, seemingly unraveling her very being. She could hardly feel Iaemor's embrace, much less hear him tell her to brace herself. The next thing she knew, they burst through the roof. Her arms and legs felt like they were melting off. They were numb and could only feel as if she was being roasted over a fire.

"Running away again?" the wrath demon called out, following swiftly. "Your cowardice is pathetic! You left everything behind just to save your own skin, while all your people were slaughtered and enslaved. You should have felt their anger. It was delightful!" A ball of fire whizzed past. "You can't run forever, and your precious Maya will perish soon enough."