Filled with Love

By Tracey Cleeton

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AKIRA ABE
• Release date: Jan 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215265338

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Table of Contents

STORY 1

LEGION UNIVERSITY

STORY 2

STORY 3

STORY 4

STORY 5

STORY 6

STORY 7

STORY 9

STORY 10

STORY 11

STORY 12

STORY 13

STORY 14

STORY 15

STORY 16

STORY 17

Filled with Love

Tracey Cleeton

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STORY 1

LEGION UNIVERSITY

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LIORA | 1

A muffled argument crept into Liora's subconscious and woke her up. She squinted into the darkness and it took her a moment to realize that the ceiling was much closer than it should have been. Her arm slid off her stomach and dangled in the air just as she looked over her shoulder and saw her bed a good three feet below.

Fuck.

With a silent yelp, Liora fell onto her mattress with a slight bounce and let out a gasp. It had been a while since she last woke up and realized she was floating.

The voices coming from downstairs caught her attention again and reminded her why she was awake at 12:30 in the morning in the first place. Her mother's voice was familiar and angry. The man's voice was calm and deep, more seductive. It wasn't the first time Liora had caught her mother arguing with a lover, but something about her usual cool tone was different. It sounded bitter, poisoned by an old wound, and that was significant enough to make Liora pull on a sweater and tiptoe out of her room.

Her house was an old Victorian house, but renovated with top-notch amenities, so there were no creaky floorboards or door hinges.

Her mother was a member of the Hierarchy: a secret society whose sole purpose was to look after the earthly needs of Hell. Mainly raising demonic-hybrid children like Liora. They all knew exactly what they were. The Hierarchy never hid it from them because there was no way to stop their demonic powers from developing - and levitation was just the tip of the iceberg.

Liora couldn't imagine being one of the commoners; those half-breed demons begotten outside of Hierarchy. It would be terrible to wake up one day with the ability to ignite fire with a single thought and not know why.

At the end of the main hall, Liora surreptitiously pushed open the swinging door and peered out. The only light pouring into the darkness came from the open living room door, so her mother and the mystery man must be there.

Now that she was closer, Liora could hear everything that was being said. She wished her mother's angry words didn't hurt, but they did.

I've repeatedly sent messages through the council asking for your help, her mother fumed. "I'm begging you to show up and fix her butt. She's been out of control for years -!'

Stop talking right now, Kristine, the man commanded somberly before speaking calmly again. "Lora? come here darling

shit, really?

How could he have known she was there if she hadn't made a sound and was well out of his line of sight? Unless... oh please, oh please, let it be my father.

That would be the most logical explanation, but Liora's mother had family within the hierarchy stationed around the world. As far as she knew, the man was related to her in some other way. An uncle or grandfather who was simply more adept at dealing with sneaky hybrids.

She pushed the door open further and entered the front of the house. Like all the other teenagers in the hierarchy, Liora had waited for the day when her father would come out of Hell to take her home.

It took eighteen years for a hybrid's demonic powers to develop sufficiently to allow them entry into Hell, but it had been over a month since her birthday. Liora was afraid to get her hopes up, even if she couldn't help it.

She carefully rounded the doorframe and stepped into the drawing room, where her mother stood in the middle of the room, shoulders stiff and fists clenched. At that moment, Liora felt a pang of regret and compassion for her mother.

The harsh reality was that the women of the hierarchy were nothing more than broodmares for demons, whether married or not. Of course, the millions of dollars they were awarded more than made up for this small offense. Every demon wanted a child, and they had plenty of resources to keep their children and their children's mothers in the lap of luxury for at least eighteen years.

Most women were smart enough to invest and make sure the money kept them in diamonds and Dior for the rest of their lives. The hierarchy even had their own private bank and investment firm to promote and of course capitalize on this option.

Sitting across from her mother was the handsomest man Liora had ever seen. His hair was jet black and fell in elegant, wavy layers. If he was her father, that would explain where she got her soft black hair from. However, hers had taken on the spiral curls of her mother's brown locks.

He had eyes the color of fresh coffee beans, with long lashes and the features of an exotic prince. His tailored suit was navy blue over a crisp white shirt, adorned with a platinum watch and cufflinks.

Everyone in the hierarchy was rich, but this was no mortal. The air around him crackled with demonic power. Liora felt her skin sear. Not as a warning, but as a temptation. He sucked her in from head to toe and back again, and she confidently pulled her sweater tighter around her.

Liora's mother looked at her with the same bright green eyes she'd passed on to her, though they were bloodshot again from too much gin.

Come and meet your father, she said acidly. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?

Ignoring her mother's stinging tone, Liora tried not to squeal in excitement at the confirmation, but couldn't quite keep the grin off her face as she fully entered the room. Her father didn't even hesitate to return the favor. He rose from the chair, taking her hands in his and her powers swelled, surging to the surface as if he were trying to merge with his.

What is that? she asked in awe.

Your powers came from mine, he replied. They are always attracted to their source; like is attracted to like.

She hadn't known. The Demon Council, the link between Hell and the Hierarchy, dictated everything hybrids needed to know in order to be as prepared as possible for their new lives. Why hadn't they shared that wisp of information?

But there was something stronger than mere approval that Liora felt in her father's presence, and it made her blood flush with shame. Her whole body vibrated with anticipation on a level she had never experienced in any other man before; a strong sexual attraction that a daughter should not feel for her father.

So happy to do all the work while you reap the rewards, her mother murmured bitterly to herself.

Liora felt her shoulders tense and her father's attention snap over her where her mother still stood like an ice sculpture in the center of the room.

Why don't you put your shoes on while I talk to your mother, Liora? he said, although it wasn't really a suggestion.

Not only was his displeasure strong enough to be felt, it was dark. Dangerous in a way, her mother was too drunk to comprehend. Perhaps mortals could not understand it as fully as hybrids, or perhaps it was just that Liora could sense her father's powers and their fluctuations.

Leaving the room to find her ballet flats by the front door, Liora moved slowly enough to overhear the conversation.

You'll forget everything in less than ten minutes, her father said.

Exactly, so can you hurry? snapped her mother.

"She won't , he said darkly, his voice lowered forcing Liora to strain her ears to hear him. She will remember everything about you and how you treated her for the rest of her life."

What do you know? You weren't here, her mother replied coldly. You have no right to judge me. I tried my best with her and it was never good enough...

Liora mocked to herself, blinking tears from her eyes, and slipped outside where their voices could not penetrate. She didn't want to hear any more. She had always known deep down that her mother had kept her at arm's length for this very moment. Because once Liora's father took her to hell, her mother wouldn't even remember that she existed. All traces of her life in the mortal realm would simply vanish, as if she had never been born.

Still, it hurt because her father was right. Her mother had to forget everything about her, but Liora wasn't going to get the same blank slate to start over. Her memories of a closed, dictatorial mother would never go away, and what was worse, they would never get the chance for a better relationship later. Her moment had already come. They would never see each other again.

A dark sedan that Liora assumed belonged to her father was parked at the curb in front of her house, but she didn't mind waiting in the fresh night air. It was August so it wasn't cold at all. Her dad didn't make her wait too long anyway. In less than a minute he left the house and closed the door.

Are you alright? he asked worried.

Liora nodded. Yes, she lied. I'm used to it.

He watched her for a few more seconds but didn't press the matter further, thank Hades. The last thing she wanted was to spend her first few moments alone with her father, who was bitching and moaning about her mother. To be honest, Liora wanted to forget that her parents had ever known each other. Mainly because she was keen on her father. Like, serious hots.

It was embarrassing, but her mind couldn't seem to convince her body. Her father put a hand on her back and pointed to the waiting car. Liora hadn't noticed the driver until he got out to open the door for them as they approached.

Once they settled into the back seat, Liora's father turned to her with a relaxed smile.

I'm sure you have a million questions for me, he said. Fire on.

Liora grinned, unable to deny it. What's your name?

It was the one thing he had never given her mother. Ever since he was able to determine the sex of his unborn child, he had christened Liora and so her mother had tried to reach him through the Demon Council. She had always felt that this was the truth and not just her mother being spiteful.

Aldion.

No last name? She asked.

He shook his head. Demons have no surnames, only sins for which they are responsible in humans. I am the demon of villainy.

Liora's eyebrows shot up. That sounds Shakespearean.

He chuckled. I suppose it's become a rather archaic term in the mortal realm, he accepted. It means rascality, rascality, theft, and all-around criminal behavior.

That was interesting considering some of her favorite extracurricular activities. Her mother had been right about one thing, Liora was a little out of control by mortal standards. But she hadn't started that way. She was merely seeking attention from the Ice Queen.

Instead, she had developed a long list of bad habits and then honed them into skills. In the end, some of them had stopped having anything to do with her mother and became things that Liora liked to do because she was good at it - like being a cat burglar.

You should know that in New Loudon, the city in hell we live in, I'm the leader of the biggest mob. Our territory covers an entire sector of the city called Hollow's End. You won't find nice people here, no matter what time of day, he informed her.

Wait, so I'm a mafia princess? she asked excitedly.

Yes you are. He smiled wider, pleased at her reaction. Obviously it's all about punishing the damned, but we can still enjoy the roles to the fullest.

Liora slowly smiled. We have to make sure we convince, don't we?

Her father gave her a sensual look and Liora felt her cheeks redden again as she quickly looked away. Had she really seen that need in his eyes right now, or had she just imagined it?

We do, he agreed. Speaking of which, I'm married. Your stepmom is a damn soul so feel free to make her life even more miserable than I already do. She was a greedy, sneaky, malicious woman in life. Being married to me is part of their eternal punishment because, like most crime bosses, I'm the worst husband.

Some of Liora's excitement took a nosedive with the news until his words were lost entirely. Being allowed to be an asshole for a woman she already disliked on principle softened the blow a bit.

So who does she think I am?

My daughter from a previous relationship who was in boarding school all the time and is coming to us now, he replied. After all, my heiress must learn the basics of her new empire.

Liora looked at him. And what about school? The Hierarchy has said that all hybrids are expected to attend some sort of demon-only academy.

Yes, Legion University. The Soulies think it's a prestigious, private academy that only the wealthiest and most connected members of New Loudon society can get into, her father confirmed with a nod. You'll learn everything you need to know there, including how to better control and use your powers.

Do you have electives? asked Liora.

They do, yes, he replied. And all the same sports and clubs that any mortal university would offer. Hell has job postings in every field because we have damned souls from every industry that need to be punished.

Liora's excitement rose again and she wondered if that meant she didn't have to give up her dream of one day becoming a professional dancer. Raised in hierarchy, they had all gone to the most elite private schools, and she had fallen in love with the performing arts. Of course, the flexibility she had acquired through dancing had helped with her less than acceptable activities.

Then she remembered what her father had just told her about learning the ropes of his criminal empire, and some of her excitement faded.

But you said I was your heir, she reminded him.

Of course, darling, but we both know I'll never die. He winked. It is your birthright to be part of my empire, not a requirement. You are free to learn as much or as little about how I run Hollow's End as you like.

Hmm, she said thoughtfully. I'm interested.

I thought it might be you, he said confidently, turning more to her.

When he cupped her face and brushed his lips over hers, Liora caught her breath. Her blood burned through her like hellfire. It was just the touch of a touch, but her pussy felt like a pot of molten lava and her breasts swelled with need.

But... she gasped, eyes wide.

I'm your father, yes, he answered her unspoken concern. So you're wondering why your body burns so hot for mine.

He laughed hoarsely as her face turned a brighter red with shame and undeniable lust.

"Don't worry, Gattina , he said softly. It's the most natural relationship in hell. All demons are first and most strongly attracted to their family members. It goes back to our powers coming from the same source."

Liora's mouth worked before frowning. Why didn't the Demon Council warn us?

For despite the devotion of the Hierarchy in their service to Hell, they are still mere mortals, her father explained. In the mortal realm, incest is the taboo act. But demons don't have birth defects or STDs. Even a drop of demon blood in a mortal's DNA protects them from all human weaknesses.

Explains why I've never been sick, Liora said a little breathlessly.

Exactly, he said, then his dark eyes sparkled with desire again. "I look forward to having sex with you,

Liora , but I know it will take some time to get used to our habits, so don't feel pressured. Demons are nothing if they are not patient."

Heat spread from the top of her thighs to her stomach, no doubt staining her cheeks even more.

Okay, she whispered. But is it really common in Hell?

It is, he confirmed. Monogamy, on the other hand, is not. Just so you know, you can have sex with anyone you like. But I will put a shield over your uterus to protect you from getting pregnant from other hybrids. You'll learn how to do that at university, but classes won't start for a few weeks.

Oh. Okay, she stammered. Why only hybrids?

He gave her a sober look. "Because then your baby would have to grow up in the mortal realm like you. His demonic powers would take eighteen years to fully develop.

You mean when I'm ready, she said, hoping no one expected her to start having kids right away.

Her father laughed. You don't have to worry about getting pregnant by powerful demons, no matter how vulnerable your womb is. Our birth rates are extremely low. That's why we leave Hell to mate with mortals. The more mortal blood in a parent, the more better chances of conception. And better chances of the baby being a girl. There are no full-blooded female demons.

There is not any? Liora asked in surprise.

No, he replied. That's why our hybrid daughters are so coveted and the rare three-quarters female demons so celebrated. That's probably why we're not monogamous. Every male demon wants a chance to have a child, but we outnumber them. Women very much. And of course sex with a fucking soul never leads to children, we just like to fuck.

Liora let out a laugh. You're right, this will require some adjustments, she admitted. But I honestly can't wait. Anything about Hell sounds so much better than the mortal realm and I'm really glad these... these feelings I'm having... aren't wrong.

Her father smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. "On the contrary, Gattina , he assured her. You are absolutely right. And I have a feeling that more of your feelings and thoughts are right too. That when you embrace your demonic side, we will find that you are more like me than I ever dared hope. "

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BAILEY | 1

Bailey leaned against one of the pillars that lined the front stoa of her home and lit a cigarette. Everything from her ripped jean shorts to the pink highlights in her blonde hair was a rebellion against stereotypes. She certainly didn't look like she belonged in the sprawling Greek-style mansion that sat down one side of a posh neighborhood cul-de-sac.

Whenever her mother took her out of town shopping, the clerks at all the high-end retail stores didn't know how to treat her. It was obvious she wouldn't wear anything they sold, but her mother had a Centurion card — American Express' coveted black card — so they tried not to be rude to her. Bailey would just give them a knowing grin.

Little did they know that much of the money came from their father or that he was a full-fledged demon of hell. Not that her mom used to dress just like her before she basically got rich and ditched all her old rock band t-shirts for Gucci.

Bailey's father had set up a trust fund for them as soon as they found out her mother was pregnant and he had made sure there was enough so that her mother never had to work again. One of her favorite stories, told by her mother when she was little, was how her father knew long before a pregnancy test could be done. He had told her mother that he could feel his baby growing inside her.

Bailey had always felt a strong connection to the father she had never met. Maybe it was because she never really felt like she belonged in her mother's world. At least not the ones where she had so much money. To make matters worse, her mother had met Marcus, Bailey's stepfather. He was an investment banker, so they were pretty much set for life.

But Marcus was a good guy. A bit of a workaholic, but he treated her well and made her mother happy. Also, her mom wouldn't have had Amy without him, and Bailey loved her little sister so much.

In any case, it wasn't that she didn't understand where her mother came from. Andrea Scott grew up poor, then met Bailey's father as a waitress at a biker bar, and ended up being a single mother with no real professional skills. She'd just wanted Bailey to have a much better life, and she'd succeeded.

Bailey had attended the best private schools, had servants to attend to her every need, and a closet full of designer clothes. Okay, so they were just name brands for skaters and punk rock stoners, but still.

Hello Bailey.

Bailey let out a puff of smoke as Brant Ashwood jogged across the cul-de-sac. He looked like all the other athletes they went to school with; Buff, tan, and just hot enough to never have to worry about finding a date.

Go away.

I heard it was your birthday last month and you didn't even tell me, he said, ignoring her.

And? she said dryly, flicking ash.

Brant came up the garden path and stopped directly in front of her in the yard. So you're eighteen now?

Is there any point in this interrogation? she asked irritably.

We're having a party at Trevor's this weekend and thought you might want to come, he invited.

Can't, Bailey replied. I'm waiting for my father to pick me up.

She had been waiting since mid-July and it was well past mid-August, but Bailey refused to give up hope.

Haven't you been waiting for years? Brant squeezed.

She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing what everyone was thinking. No one believed her father would ever show up. They thought he was just a loser who skipped over her and her mother. They had no idea that he had no choice, that he was a demon and could only leave Hell at certain times.

But he had written her a letter that her mother had given her when she was old enough to understand. He had explained everything to her and she believed him. It helped that her mother had always corroborated his story as well. Also, it was hard to deny the truth when Bailey started developing demonic powers at the age of six.

He'll show up, she insisted. My mother said it would arrive sometime after my birthday.

He gave her a strange look and rubbed the back of his neck. Are you sure she's not just saying that, Bails?

The skeptical compassion in his tone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and Bailey straightened up, dropping her cigarette and stamping it out with her Converse Chucks.

Fuck off, Brant, she snorted. You know nothing.

Look, Bailey... he began angrily.

The roar of motorcycles suddenly ripped through the air, causing them both to look down the street. Sunlight glinted off chrome and gleaming black surfaces as half a dozen bikers pulled onto their street and headed straight for them. They were all covered in tattoos and wore leather vests with patches sewn on, some more so than others. A few wore long-sleeved leather jackets, but the summer heat was probably too much for the others.

Look at these assholes, Brant grinned. You are obviously lost.

All Bailey could do was stare at her with some intuitive knowledge playing out in the back of her mind. Especially when they pulled up right in front of her house and every pair of sunglasses seemed to be stuck right on her. Something powerful came alive inside her as the biker in front kicked out his kickstand and climbed off his bike. He took off his helmet, hung it on the handlebars, then took off his sunglasses and stared at her with the same Nordic blue eyes she had.

His dirty blond hair buzzed everywhere except at the very top of his head, where it was slicked back from his dreamy, chiseled face. Even the permanent crease between his brows was sexy as hell.

He must have been over 1.80 meters tall with some unkempt facial hair and tattoos covering all of his arms, backs of his hands and fingers. He looked Viking in worn jeans, biker boots, and a black leather vest over a white thermal shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Baley? he asked, his eyes absorbing her with more than approval.

Shame overcame her as she realized that he could only be one person.

Father? she ventured, her chest filling with a mixture of joy and confusion.

His mouth curled into a wide grin as he walked toward her across the lawn, and electricity shot through her body. He stopped, partially turned, and gestured for one of the other bikers to join him. However, she could not take her eyes off her father. She even forgot that Brant was still standing there until her mother came out of the house to see what all the noise was.

Hello, Mrs. Tonelli, Brant greeted.

But her mother had gone very still in surprise and was looking Bailey's father up and down. Her cheeks turned pale, then she blushed.

Lazarus, she gasped. You are here.

I told you I would, her father replied, then motioned to the younger biker next to him. This is my son Aries.

I have a brother? Bailey asked in awe and now eyed the other biker fully.

He was a few years older than her and resembled her father except that his hair was a dark mahogany brown, his eyes were grey-blue and he wasn't quite as tall or built. Bailey tried to ignore the intense excitement she felt as their eyes met and held. It was just as wrong and just as strong as when she looked at her dad. What was wrong with her?

"You look...God, you look the same ," her mother said nervously to her father, running her hand over her hair in an unconscious gesture.

Bailey tried not to roll her eyes as unexpected jealousy shot through her. Mom, where's Marcus? she asked pointedly.

Her mother flushed even more with shame and possibly embarrassment as she cleared her throat and looked away for a moment. She frowned at the sight of Brant.

Brant, what are you doing here? She asked.

I just asked Bailey if she'd like to go to a party with me this weekend, Brant said.

She doesn't, Aries finally stated, staring at him.

Uh, now's not a good time, Brant, Bailey's mother said politely. Maybe she can catch up with you later, okay?

Brant glanced at Bailey, who smiled and waved. Bye, she said in an " I told you so " tone.

Bailey, her mother rebuked softly with an annoyed sigh, as she always did when Bailey was being deliberately rude.

Nobody else intervened. Bailey's father and brother just watched Brant leave the yard, and then the other bikers watched him until he disappeared into his house across the street.

With a soft sigh, Bailey's mother smoothed out the nonexistent creases in her Stella McCartney dress. Would you all like to come over for a drink?

Thanks, but it's a long drive home and I have to enroll Bailey in school, her father replied.

School? Bailey asked. Which school?

University of the Legion, he replied.

Bailey's eyebrow slowly rose. Is this a real place?

It sounded made up.

Where exactly are you taking them, Lazarus? Her mother intervened at the same time.

He looked at her and met her gaze. You know where.

Her mother laughed, but it was the humorless kind. No way. You never said you wanted her to-"

She can't stay here, Andrea, he interrupted her. She will only get more powerful. Beyond the ability to keep it hidden longer. You know what your people would do to someone like her if they ever found out.

Was that true? Bailey was more intrigued than alarmed by this revelation. But her mother seemed to have already made up her mind. She marched straight to her father and pointed a finger at his face.

You're not taking my daughter to hell! she hissed softly.

Andrea, we had an agreement, her father said calmly. "You would raise her to adulthood and I would take care of you and her all the time, but then I would be allowed to bring her to my home where she could learn about her powers and be free to be her own kind. I have mine end held. It's time for you to do the same.

But— her mother began to deny, her eyes watering.

Mom, Bailey chimed in, her heart already feeling a little torn but mostly concerned about the new opportunities her dad was offering. Think about it. It's no different than going to college anywhere in another state.

Her mother looked at her, her head bowed and her eyes filled with more tears. "But it 's different."

Yeah, but it's almost the same, Bailey said hopefully. I'm just not going to come home for the holidays, right?

She asked her father the question because she had no idea. He only nodded superficially.

I could always text you and call you, Bailey continued, trying to convince her mother. It never occurred to her that these things might not even be a possibility. Please mom? i really want to go I've never been with anyone like me and I can learn all about my powers, something I can never do here.

Her mother gave in and let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure you really want to go there ?"

Bailey nodded. Yes, she replied, looking at her father with a hesitant smile. That's where my father comes from. Half of me comes from there, mom, I'll regret it if I don't go.

Although her mother didn't even try to hide how unhappy she was about it, she didn't argue further. She just took Bailey in her arms for a long hug and hugged her tightly. Bailey's father and brother stood back a little to give them a moment.

"Just promise me you'll keep in touch and come see me