Rising Sun

By S L Davies

Humans have shared Earth with Supernatural beings since the beginning of time. They co-inhabited peacefully for the most part. Supernatural's stayed hidden, and Human's went about life blissfully unaware.

All of that was going to change! God had been missing for thousands of years. Angel convinced humans and Supernatural alike that the message of hate they spread came directly from God. They convinced everyone that Lucifer was the evil entity when in fact, it was the Angels filled with hatred, jealousy, and greed.

When the Angels make the plan to take over the Earth realm and enslave humans and Supernatural alike, war is threatened.

Hunter was a girl who grew up abused, broken, and torn down. She prayed that God would protect her or just kill her. It took twenty-three years before she got her to wish. Gunned down on the street, she finds herself in Hell, with a new job as a Succubus Demon, allowing her to wreak revenge on those that wronged her. During this reaping, she meets Heath the Necromancer, Jagger the Witch, Kynan the Nephilim, and Jye the Jinn.

They are the hottest guys she has ever seen, and they all want her. She wants them and Lucifer. With their unconventional relationship, they form a bond and team. Together they will help bring the Angels to justice and protect the Earth realm from the threat of violence.

This is a stand-alone Reverse Harem. The steam level is high. There are triggering subjects. Suitable to 18+ M/M scenes included.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S L Davies
• Release date: Oct 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215390139

S L Davies

S L Davies is an Australian Author living in Country, Victoria. She is inspired by the world around her. 

Book preview

1

Hunter

I was dead. I was lying in a dark forested area. At first, I thought I must have had one hell of a night on the drink. I had looked around trying to find something that told me where I ended up. I couldn’t remember my name, or even what I looked like.

I wracked my memory. Where was I? What had I been doing? And how did I know I was dead? It wasn’t like someone was waiting for me to tell me I was no longer living. I just seemed to know. The forest was so dark I could barely see my hand in front of my face.

I didn’t know how long I laid there, staring up into what I assumed was the sky. I mean the world could be topsy turvy. I could have been laying in the sky and staring into the ground. I really didn’t know. And yet even though I was thoroughly confused, I was content.

I wondered if that had meant I had a horrible life and I was glad to finally be rid of it. I just wished I could remember something. But for the time being I was going to just lay there and stare into the nothingness. Maybe my memories would come back. Maybe someone would stumble over me and they would be able to tell me where I was and what had happened to me.

I was still gazing up at the endless night sky when someone literally stumbled over me. I yelped as I felt a kick to my ribs and fell on top of me. I’m not sure why I yelped. It wasn’t like it hurt. I felt the thud, but there was no pain. That was a bonus for being dead.

Oomph, the dark masculine voice said as he landed heavily beside me. What the fuck?

I rolled my head to the side and looked into his face. Well, what I could make out of it anyway. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. And were they red? Shit, they were red. His lips were full and his nose straight and perfect. Actually, everything about this guy seemed perfect.

Who are you? I asked.

The guy’s lips pulled into a smirk as he sat up and looked down at me. My dear, I could ask you the same thing. After all, you are in my home.

I frowned. I didn’t see a house. All I saw was a forest surrounded by shadowy trees and large ferns that towered over my head. I hadn’t noticed them when I first, woke up, realized I was dead, whatever it was. Now where there had only been darkness, there were trees, making up the most beautiful and luscious rain forest I could ever remember seeing. I didn’t actually know if I had ever seen one before. But it felt like this was the first time I had seen something so beautiful.

I sat up and to look around. The sky lightened to purples and pinks, like what I would have expected to see in the dawn, just before the sun rose. The greens of the ferns and the wildflowers that grew amongst the tall grass, seemed more vivid in colour than what was in real life.

With what felt like a blink of an eye, the forest and the dark skies evaporated and transformed into a warm room. Filled with lush rugs, a crackling fire and wood slatted walls. It could have easily passed as a mountain cabin. The atmosphere was calm, I could easily find myself falling asleep in front of the large fireplace that warmed my skin. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing dark jeans and a singlet. My skin was pale, and long dark hair hung around my shoulders. My body was athletic. I wondered if I had been a gym junkie in my life. I frowned. I couldn’t envision that for me. It just didn’t feel right.

I took in the white rug that was thick and opulent beneath me. The room screamed of wealth, but not in a gawdy way. It was tastefully decorated. Yet not any sign of a woman’s touch. I wondered if the man who I had met, was a bachelor. I glanced over at him and bit my lip to keep in my moan.

He stood with his arms crossed over his naked and very muscled chest. Dear God, if I thought his face was perfect, that was nothing compared to his body. It was like he was sculpted from clay. Saliva pooled in my mouth and I had to swallow to stop from drooling.

The guys face was still twisted into a smirk of amusement as I took my fill of him. I started at his bare feet. I hated feet. Yet somehow, he made them sexy. I followed his legs up to the waistband of his jeans. There was an obvious bulge trapped behind a zipper. I couldn’t even say if that was because he was hard or if he just had a weapon of mass destruction.

Slowly my eyes roamed up over his abdomen and that delicious v that was my weakness. Every muscle was ripped and begging me to lick them. His biceps bulged, the veins that ran along the length of his forearms, screamed to me.

His stubble was perfectly trimmed. Not quite a beard but enough stubble to be fashionable and sexy. Enough that it would definitely graze deliciously on my inner thighs while he ate my pussy. My lips popped open as I continued my perusal. My heart was beating harder and my panties were dampening.

By the time I reached his eyes, they were burning with lust. The red was even deeper in the light of the fire. His pupils were blown. He licked his bottom lip. I followed the movement and ran my hands down over my neck to my chest.

I had a brief moment where I wondered if I had been this horny in life. But there on that opulent rug in front of the fire, I wanted nothing more than to spread my legs wide and demand to be fucked.

The guy seemed to be able to read my mind. He chuckled and stepped towards me. Once he was standing by my side, he lowered to his knees. He leaned forward; his breath fanned across my lips. Slowly he edged closer and ran his lips across my neck, peppering the skin with small kisses.

Do you want me to fuck you, little girl, he whispered before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned out a yes. The guy chuckled again. When I opened my eyes, he stood in front of me completely naked. I glanced down at myself and realized that I, too, had been stripped. Yet I had no memory of it.

Maybe in the real world I would have wondered what the hell was going on, but here, it seemed to make perfect sense. The man lowered to his knees again. This time he ran his hands down over my thighs to my knees. He slid his fingers tenderly down to my ankles which he took in his grasp and spread my legs open wide.

My pussy was weeping with a desperate need for relief. I briefly wondered if it was possible to orgasm without even being touched. The man licked his lips and looked down into my face.

What is your name? I whispered. I needed to know what to scream.

The man grinned wickedly. Lucifer. He answered as he plunged his face into my centre and licked from my entrance to my clit.

I threw my head back and screamed. My hands grasped at his hands holding tight and anchoring myself, so I didn’t float away with the pleasure. My hips thrust up, grinding into Lucifer’s face. His wicked tongue did things to me, that I was sure I had never experienced before.

It felt like seconds and I was screaming his name. My pussy contracted and pulsed. By the time my orgasm had decreased to small aftershocks, Lucifer lifted his head and gave me a smile. My eyes were half lidded. My limbs fell limply by my side. I was completely sated. It was like I had been starving and it was Lucifer, who had fed me.

Sleep now little Hunter. Tomorrow we will start, I heard Lucifer say as I drifted off into the darkness of sleep.

2

My eyes flickered open . I didn’t know how long I had been asleep for. My mind was foggy. Images of a sexy guy eating my pussy like a starved man floated through my mind. I smiled and moaned at the intensity of the orgasm that it had brought on. Lucifer. I didn’t know where I knew that name. But it was familiar.

I looked around at my surroundings. I was laid out on a large bed. The wood headboard was intricately carved into large wings. The sheets and quilt were a deep red, the same colour as Lucifer’s eyes. I remembered falling asleep in front of a fire. He must have moved me.

I glanced over to the large wooden door. It was pulled closed. I slipped out of bed and glanced down my body. I was wearing a red nightdress. I ran my hands over the silken material. I loved the way it felt against my skin. I glanced around the room and took in my surroundings.

The walls were dark. The carpet below me was soft and white. I padded across the room towards a large mirror that was against one wall. As I walked, I tried to remember what I looked like. But any memory of who I was and what I looked like was gone. Once I was in front of the mirror I glanced up and gasped.

The image that stared back at me was a woman with long dark hair, skin the colour of alabaster. And eyes a deep crimson. Blood red. My lips were full and pouty. My nose straight and tipped at the end. I ran my fingers over my skin, which was soft and unblemished.

I was still studying my body when the door opened. I looked at Lucifer through the mirror as he entered the room and stepped behind me. The man obviously didn’t believe in shirts. He stood naked from the waist up. His grey sweatpants hung loose on his hips. No man had any right to look that good.

I turned to look up into his face. A smirk was firmly planted on his lips. Good morning little Hunter, he said in a deep and gravelly voice.

A smile twitched on my lips. Good morning, I answered.

I can see you have questions for me.

I nodded and bit my lip, glancing up at him through my lashes. What am I?

Lucifer’s face broke into a smile and he took my hand in his. He led me towards the bed and guided me to sit down beside him. You were human. When you died you were sent to me. Once a human is sent to me, I get to decide what you become. Everyone has a role to play here.

I frowned as I took in what he said. What is here? I asked.

Hell, he answered. It sounded familiar. I knew the name. But no matter how much I thought about the words, I couldn’t remember where I knew it from. Maybe it will help if I restore your memories. Each person after they die, lose the memories that they had while they were alive. It’s a stupid rule. But let me restore them and it will take away some of your confusion.

Lucifer gently placed his hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes. I was completely entranced in the way his eyes seemed to swirl with fire. Suddenly I felt myself falling, yet I hadn’t moved. Images floated around me at a warp speed. I couldn’t seem to grasp hold of the memories long enough to really study them.

I closed my eyes as nausea filled my stomach and I thought I was going to vomit. Lucifer’s hands moved down over my neck and shoulders. Open your eyes little Hunter, he whispered.

When I blinked my eyes open and glanced around, we were standing in a busy street that I recognized instantly. Cars drove along the dampened streets. Rain continued to drizzle down. Buildings were darkened. Bass beats of a thumping music echoed out into the air. Lucifer pointed towards where a crowd of people stood.

Lucifer led me towards the people. The crowd didn’t seem to notice us walking through them as we passed each person. I glanced down. My eyes widened as I recognized myself lying on the concrete path. Blood oozed from a wound in my head. My lips were open, and my eyes stared into the night air.

In my right hand I held a gun, while the other held a large hunting knife. I frowned as I looked down at my dead body. What happened to me? I asked Lucifer.

He touched my head again and the world hazed in front of my eyes. When it blinked back to clarity we were still standing on the same street. But this time instead of looking down at my dead body I was watching myself walking down the street.

I stood and watched as my human self, slinked through the shadows of the buildings. It looked like I was looking for something. Like I was hunting. A large man was crossing the street. His hair was blonde and cropped close to his head. It didn’t look like I had noticed him coming towards me. His smile grew into a grimacing sneer the closer he got to me. Suddenly recognition hit. I realized with clarity that I was looking at my murderer. David. My ex-boyfriend’s right-hand man.

Just as he reached my human body, he slipped a clawed hammer from his jacket and raised it above his head. I gasped. My human body turned and pulled the gun and knife from my jacket, but I had been too slow. The man brought the hammer down into my head three times. I watched as I crumbled to the ground. The man leaned down over my dying body and chuckled.

Rest in hell bitch, he spat before he quickly stood and disappeared into the shadows of the buildings. Although I remembered David, and Quentin, my boyfriend. I didn’t know who I was. My memories were still fuzzy. I didn’t understand why David had killed me.

A golden mist mixed with crimson red, floated around my body. A man with dark skin stepped up to where my body lay. He reached out his hand and seemed to scoop up the coloured mist. I blinked hard as I watched him take the mist in his hands and roll it into a ball, before throwing it high into the atmosphere. The mist evaporated into the night air. The man turned to look at where I now stood with Lucifer. He nodded his head and gave me a smile, before vanishing away.

Who was that? I questioned with shock in my voice.

Lucifer looked down at me with a frown and shook his head. No one, he answered.

I frowned. Although I now saw how I died and who was responsible I still needed answers to who I was.

I looked up at Lucifer. Who was I? I asked.

3

Lucifer took my hand again and the world started to move at a nauseating speed once more. I closed my eyes as I tried to keep the vomit in, swallowing hard to push the bile back down my throat and into my stomach.

Open your eyes, Hunter, Lucifer spoke firmly.

I blinked my eyes open again and looked around. I was in an apartment that seemed really familiar. Lucifer led me into the kitchen. Spread out on the dining table was a series of identifications. Credit cards, licenses, passports. I ran my fingers over them. Hunter Nelson. My face looked back at me on the id’s.

Is this the real me? I asked.

Lucifer nodded his head. Suddenly memories started to form in my mind. A little girl with a drunken mother. A series of men who abused her. A little girl crying begging for God to take her away. Her prayers being ignored. Another man raping her. Another beating from her drunken mother. And another man.

I continued to watch the memories in my mind, like they were playing on a film. The broken little girl growing into a lonely teenager. She learned to use her sexuality to her advantage. Fucking a teacher for a better grade. Sucking a cops cock to get out of trouble when she shoplifted a packet of hamburgers, just so she could eat for the first time in three days.

The memories morphed and the teenager turned into a woman. The same woman that I had watched die at the hands of David. A crime bosses right-hand. The same man who watched her while she sat on his bosses lap. His boss being the man that had his hands in her panties while other men watched and leered at what they hadn’t been allowed to touch.

Hunter killed who Quentin directed her to kill. She fucked Quentin whenever he demanded it. She was in love with him. Suddenly a memory of myself walking into a bedroom and seeing Quentin with his face buried in another woman’s pussy floated through my brain. I felt my human life’s betrayal. Tears flooded down over my human cheeks, as I slipped the knife from my jacket.

There was no hesitation as I stormed towards the woman whose head was thrown back in ecstasy. I couldn’t even remember the woman’s name. I remembered that she had hung off Quentin any chance she got. But she was always that woman to me, Quentin had told me not to be concerned with. I had raised the knife and stabbed it into the woman’s throat. Blood sprayed my face and chest. The woman’s eyes widened, and her mouth gasped open.

Quentin looked up from between the woman’s legs. His eyes widened fractionally before a smirk spread across his lips.

How fucking dare you? I had snarled at him. I should fucking kill you right here.

Quentin let out a booming laugh and held his hands out wide at his side. What’s stopping you Hunter?

I had lifted my gun from out of my jacket and pointed it with a shaking hand towards Quentin’s head. He watched me with narrowed eyes, not flinching an inch. I continued to glare at Quentin. I had cocked the safety on the pistol. Quentin raised an eyebrow and continued to stare at her.

Suddenly I dropped the gun and pulled the trigger. Quentin roared as the bullet flew from the gun and penetrated his leg. He clutched at his thigh, that was blooming with crimson blood.

Once the initial shock wore off from being shot, Quentin lifted his face to stare at me. His hatred oozed from every pore. With a speed that I didn’t expect from such a big guy, Quentin reached out and grabbed me around the throat. He reared his head back and sent it crashing into my nose.

I winced at the sound of bone and cartilage cracking under the force of the hit. He squeezed his hand tighter around my throat. My eyes had rolled back, and I was about to lose consciousness. Quentin lifted his fist and brought it down into my eye, and lip. Blood bloomed as my lip split open. I cried out. I lifted my hands and clawed at Quentin’s fist that held me tight.

Quentin dragged my face closer as he let go of my throat and wrapped his meaty paw in my hair. He leaned down to speak into my ear. Run Hunter, because when I catch you, I’m going to fucking kill you, Quentin snarled.

I had bit my lip and turned towards the bedroom door and ran. I gasped. My life had been hell. And even in death God turned his back on me. I was now in Hell. I turned back to Lucifer who was standing quietly beside me.

I thought Hell was meant to be a horrible place? I asked.

Lucifer chuckled. Yeah, churches have been teaching that bullshit for years. It’s not all fire and brimstone.

Lucifer took my hand, and the world became hazy again. This time it wasn’t as nauseating as we sped through time. Within a blink of an eye, we were back in the living room where I had been given a mind-blowing orgasm the day before. I glanced at the rug and felt my cheeks heat up with the memories.

Lucifer chuckled and stroked his hands down over my back. "There is time