A slow, predatory grin stretched across lips that suddenly seemed too thin. His handsome mask slipped, and I was looking at red skin, black horns protruding from his upper skull, hooved feet, and a massive body that was all beast.
“Well, fuck. Is that what you really look like?”
Lucifer chuckled, but it sounded more like a growl that really meant I could be as tasty as a snack if I pissed him off.
“Let me sign. I’m ready.”
“There’s one more thing. You have an obligation with your Reaper. An oath that must be filled.”
“Okay.”
“You hunt the souls I mark for destruction and let the Reaper send them to hell. In exchange, I will give you the power of your Reaper. You will share his skills.”
“Like what happened last night at the Scorpion compound?”
“Oh, that was only a taste. The full power of your Reaper has not yet been unleashed.”
Holy. Fuck. This was badass.
“And my enemies? My vengeance?”
“Reap them all.”
A contract appeared before me, and I lifted my hand as Lucifer grabbed it, sliced the tip of my finger, and shoved my hand toward the parchment. I didn’t hesitate to sign, sealing my fate with my own blood.
Everything around me faded as I blinked, staring up at a bunch of worried bikers.
“What happened? Is Lucifer still here?”
Grim’s shoulders relaxed as Rael blew out a breath.
“Should have known that sneaky fucker was here. It was Shadow’s turn,” Mammoth observed.
“He just likes to keep us guessing,” Bodie added.
Sitting up, I realized I’d fallen off my bike. Motherfucker. Scrambling to my feet, I felt something settle inside that wasn’t there before. An energy and presence that felt powerful but not threatening. I knew I wasn’t alone.
He was there.
My Reaper.