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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Satan’s Son

  Simone Elise

  Copyright © 2017 by Simone Elise.

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Prologue

  I walked along the busy street, people brushing by me while they all hurried to get somewhere, to see someone. A large man shouldered past me, and I shot him a dirty look. Just because I was little didn’t mean I could be pushed around. I wasn’t invisible.

  Groaning to myself, I stepped down a small alley, away from the busy sidewalk and the crowds. Not the best idea for a woman, especially a little one like me. I picked up my pace and stuffed my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket.

  My gut was telling me I shouldn’t be down here, like someone was screaming at me to turn around. I came to an abrupt stop and looked down the deserted alley. Shadows danced around me but no one was there.

  Biting my bottom lip, I turned around sharply and resumed my quick pace. I was reaching the end of the alley.

  Dad was going to shoot me for being late again. I groaned. I really shouldn’t have agreed to watch Alex play another set of songs. I glanced down at my watch. After ten at night, and I was supposed to be home by eight.

  I should be ready to go to Dad’s dinner function and well… Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I ran a hand through my long black hair; he was going to kill me.

  I could already hear the lecture waiting for me as soon as I walked through our front double doors. “Addison, you are nineteen years old, and you expect me to believe you when you say you lost track of time?”

  I stopped suddenly as I reached the end of the alley and turned around. I felt like I was being watched. I narrowed my eyes and stared into the shadows.

  Nothing.

  Frowning, I spun around. No one was there; I was just being paranoid. I entered the street, my mind still consumed with paranoia.

  BANG.

  My body was flung over the hood of a car, over the roof, and slammed on the cold hard ground. Pain consumed my mind as my body crumpled and twisted. I heard distant screams and a horn.

  But it was too late. My hearing faded, and my heart beat weakened.

  Death’s arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly in its grip.

  This is how I died.

  Chapter 1

  “Up.” My eyes fluttered open, settling on a man standing over me and then I was pulled from the ground. Where the hell am I? The question ripped through my mind as I was forced from the ground onto my feet.

  “Join the line.’’ A rough man pushed me toward a large line twisting up a tall staircase, which cast dark shadows across the room.

  “Where am I?” I asked the man.

  He rolled his eyes and then pushed me again toward the line. “No questions,” he snapped.

  I turned around to face the large line. Everyone seemed… silent. I frowned and spun around again. “Where am I?”

  The man’s back tensed and then he slowly turned around to face me. His eyes narrowed, and he pointed a finger at me, saying something under his breath.

  I opened my mouth and tried to repeat myself, but nothing came out. My eyes widened, and the man looked amused as I attempted to talk.

  “I told you no questions. Now shut up and join the line.’’ With a smug look, he turned his back to me. “Not that you have a choice now.”

  I opened my mouth again and nothing came out. Oh, my God, I’m mute!

  Panic boiled in my stomach and then exploded through my body. I was mute! I had so many words to say, so many conversations left in me, and now nothing! How was I going to talk? How was I going to…?

  I joined the line. How could I snap at people if I couldn’t speak? My shoulders dropped. My life was officially over. I was in a weird place and now had no voice. Maybe it was a trick. I opened my mouth and attempted to speak and still nothing.

  “Next.” My eyes snapped open. When had I reached the top of the staircase? How long had I been panicking?

  My eyes were on the men seated at a long table in front of me. “Next!” the one in the middle snapped.

  Someone pushed me, and I stumbled forward into an open space. My eyes narrowed as I took in the one who’d spoken. So hot. His brown hair fell across his forehead evenly, his jaw was strong, and I could only see his upper body but his shoulders were broad. Two other men sat on either side of him, bored expressions on their faces.

  “Addison Pearl Myers….” The young, good-looking man stopped abruptly. His eyes snapped up from the open book in front of him and met mine.

  How did he know my name?

  A shocked expression covered his face. Why was he shocked? I was the one who didn’t know where I was or who he was. How did he know my name? No one said my full name except Dad – when he was mad at me.

  I took in the piles of books that surrounded the table and the walls around the low-lit room. They were everywhere, stacked around the room in messy piles.

  Where am I?

  The young man’s eyes narrowed as he studied me for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and muttered something under his breath that I didn’t catch.

  “Addison Pearl Myers, you have—”

  “How do you know my name?” My eyes widened. “Hey, my voice is back!” A few people standing to the side shot me bored looks.

  The young man let out an annoyed sigh. “Don’t interrupt.” He glanced back down at the book, then looked me in the eyes. “As I was saying, Addison Pearl Myers, you have been—”

  “Why do you keep saying my name?” My eyes narrowed at his forest green ones, which were locked with mine. “And again, how do you know it?”

  “Stop interrupting me!” he snapped, clenching his jaw. “Would you just let me give you your sentence?”

  “Sentence? What sentence?” I placed a hand on my hip. “And why are you the one giving it?” He didn’t look old enough to be giving out French fries, let alone orders.

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bsp; He brought two curled fists down hard on the table in front of him. “Interrupt one more time, and I will put the gag back on.”

  “Gag? What gag? What do you mean you will pu—” My voice dried up in the middle of the sentence and my eyes snapped wide with terror; it was gone! My hands automatically wrapped around my throat.

  “You were warned.” The young man let out another annoyed sigh. “Now. Addison Pearl Myers, you’re charged with the following… failure to respect your elders, swearing, lying…” He stopped for a moment and gave me an amused smirk. “Arson, theft, and public damage.”

  You have to be kidding me!

  “Do you protest any of these charges?”

  I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out. I ground my teeth at the young man, who was leaning back casually in his chair now, as if I was amusing him.

  “No.” He arched an eyebrow. With a devilish smile, he turned the page in the book in front of him. “I, Prince Ethan Beast, son of Lucifer, on behalf of Hell’s Council, find you guilty of these charges, and you will serve your sentence as a guider.”

  My mouth dropped. He was the son of who? And on whose behalf? And I was to what? Why the hell was I being sentenced in the first place?

  “Have something to say?” He smirked at me. “No?”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped and was once again surprised to hear my voice. Taking the chance while I still had it, I continued, “Where the hell am I? And those arson and theft charges are ridiculous!”

  “Too late to challenge the charges.” He glared at me. “You have already been sentenced. Now move.”

  He nodded his head and a woman stepped out from the shadows. I shiftily dodged her arm as she reached for me and gave her a filthy look.

  “Keep your dirty hands to yourself!” I turned to look at Ethan. “Sentenced? You can’t sentence me; you aren’t a judge! Plus, I already did the whole detention thing for the accidental fire, which had nothing to do with me.” I pointed a finger at him.

  “Lying again,” he said smugly. “You can’t lie to me, Addison.”

  “I’m not lying.”

  “Stop lying!”

  “I’m not.”

  “Faith.” He turned to the woman, who was trying to manhandle me. “Get rid of her.”

  “Get rid of me?” I scoffed, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Because you have nowhere to go.” He crossed his arms with a smug expression. “You don’t even know where you are.”

  “When did your brain cells start working? Before or after I stated that fact?” I arched an eyebrow. “Not the smartest little beast, are we?”

  “Don’t mock me,” he roared. So, he was touchy when it came to his last name. A sly smirk spread across my lips as his face went a slighter darker shade of red. I mimicked him, knowing at any minute that my voice would be gone again. How that happened, I didn’t know. Maybe this was a bad dream?

  “You can apply for a retrial in ten years,” he yelled and slammed a gavel against the table.

  Ten years?

  What the heck!

  “That’s it! I’m going home,” I shouted. “I’m sick of this. You can go screw yourself.”

  “Screw myself?” He looked mildly disgusted. “Do you have any respect in you?”

  “Not for you.” I crossed my arms. “Now I want to go home.”

  Low chuckles echoed through the room.

  Ethan smirked, and his eyes went slightly darker. “Well, that won’t be happening.” He gestured his hand for what’s-her-face to come and get me.

  “Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what I will and won’t be doing?” I snapped, my voice coated with venom. “And where the hell am I!”

  Ethan rose from his seat with an air of authority and a devilish smirk still playing on his lips. “You’re in Hell, and I’m the devil’s son.”

  My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t express my tumultuous emotions, but I knew he wasn’t joking.

  Oh, shit! My life has just gone to Hell.

  Chapter 2

  “Hell!” I cocked my head to the side. “You’re full of shit!”

  “You are wasting my time!” He flung the book he’d been reading at the woman standing behind me. “Take her away.”

  This time, I wasn’t quick enough to dodge her as she wrapped her slim hand around my upper arm and began to pull me away.

  “Where are you taking me?” I tugged on my arm, trying to loosen her grip, but again it was pointless.

  “To your room.” She glanced sideways at me. “Stop fighting me.”

  “If I was fighting you, you would be on your butt,’’ I snapped. “What room?”

  “Your room. Where you will be spending the rest of eternity. Well, that is, when you get free time.”

  “Eternity?” I frowned. “Spare time?”

  The woman let out a low sigh and continued to pull me down the poorly lit, narrow hall. My arm kept brushing up against the cold wall.

  “Isn’t Hell meant to be hot?” I asked, immediately realizing what I had said and how stupid this whole thing was.

  “No,” she replied coolly and came to a stop at a small thin door. Letting go of my hand, she pulled a long silver key from her pocket and slid it into the keyhole.

  “This is your room. Your instructor will be with you as soon as they can and then your shift will begin.” She opened the small door widely and handed me the key. “You only get one key. Lose it and that’s it.”

  She turned and began to walk back up the corridor.

  “Wait!” I yelled after her. “What do I do?”

  She didn’t reply, just kept walking away. Well, that was rude. I glanced back down at the key in my hand and flipped it over. I was known for losing, misplacing, and breaking things.

  This key didn’t stand a chance with me.

  Slowly, I walked into the room and closed the long thin door. Well, what a surprise; the room was small and thin, too.

  A single bed took up one side, and a small bench stood next to the wall with a lamp on it. I opened the tiny closet and found three empty shelves.

  Well, isn’t this just swell?

  I was now the proud resident of a matchbox; someone break out the champagne! But don’t open the bottle in here. The cork might take out the tiny light that hung from the ceiling.

  What had I ever done to deserve this?

  Oh, right! The arson, theft, and public damage. To be fair, the public damage was to a school statue of the principal. Who the hell goes and spends all the school’s money on a statue of himself and then makes a garden around it?

  Because who needs sporting equipment when we can all go and sit around the statue and have a good time?

  I was charged with theft when I stole the gas can from the gardening shed at school. Hey, you can’t set something on fire if you don’t have the tools!

  I threw myself down on the small bed and stared up at the boring ceiling. So, this was the afterlife!

  I now understood why it was called the ‘afterlife,’ because you got stuck with this after you lived a full, happy, do-whatever-you-want life.

  Well, I’d just gotten screwed over! I am only nineteen! Nineteen, I tell you!

  What a sick twisted world! My life had ended at the hands of a Volvo driver.

  Bloody Volvo drivers!

  Memories of my death began to float back. I was dead; I remembered myself dying. I could remember the life being sucked from my lungs and the numbness that followed.

  So, why hadn’t I remember that when I woke up here? I frowned and realized I had an endless amount of questions.

  A heavy knock on my door snapped me up from my small bed. I didn’t have to walk far to open it.

  “What? Have you come to change my sentence?” I arched an eyebrow at Ethan. “Or to make me mute again?”

  He was taller than I had first realized, and I had to lean my head back slightly to stare up at him.

  “I’ve been saddled with you!”
He added a curse under his breath. “My day just keeps getting better.”

  “Yeah, because you died and went to Hell?” I scoffed. “Really, your day must be awful!”

  “Oh, shut up. You won’t get any pity from me.” He crossed his arms. “Do the crime, do the time.”

  “I don’t deserve to be here.” I crossed my arms, too, standing my ground, trying to look as headstrong as him, but really, he was a bull and I was a billy goat. “Plus, I’m young. I didn’t even get a chance to make up for my mistakes.”

  “Age doesn’t matter,” he said hotly. “Come on, we are already running late.”

  “Running late for what?” I asked. “And age does matter.”

  “Not when it comes to Hell it doesn’t,” he snapped. “You better not trail behind me. Keep up.”

  With that said, he turned his back to me and began to take large strides down the hall. I quickly slammed the door and hurried to catch up with him.

  “I make one mistake. One mistake!” he muttered under his breath.

  “It’s a sign of insanity to talk to yourself.” I swung my arms at my sides and ignored the dirty look he gave me. “What was your mistake?”

  He glanced at me, his face twisted in annoyance. “Don’t ask questions!”

  “Why?”

  “That is a question.”

  “Some might call it an inquiry.”

  “It’s a question.” He stopped abruptly and looked me square in the eyes, his anger clear. “Annoy me and I will kill you.”

  “I’m already dead.” A sly smile crept across my lips. “Just lost your ammo.”

  “Do you really want to challenge me?” He arched an eyebrow.

  “Fine!” I snapped, giving in. I’d played with enough fire to know that you can get burned, and Ethan looked like the type to burn you. “Where are we going then? Or am I not allowed to ask that?”

  Ethan began to walk away, and I had to take two steps to his one to keep up with him.

  “You’re starting your shift as a guider.” His voice was low. “I will be showing you what that entails.”

  “Aren’t you like the Prince of Darkness or something? Sounds like this job would be beneath you.”

  “Did you just refer to me as Ozzy Osbourne?” He glanced at me sideways. “And it is your lucky day.”