The Devil's Mercy

By Abby McCormick

Embark on a forbidden romance amidst a battle between Heaven and Hell. Mercy, the Devil's daughter, kidnapped by fallen Angels led by Remi. Dark romance and fantasy intertwine as she challenges their beliefs, blurring lines between good and evil. Will redemption prevail or are they trapped?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abby McCormick
• Release date: Oct 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223801726

Abby McCormick

Abby likes to think she’s a mom of many children. She has a pet bunny, way too many plants, but only one child. She hopes to foster and adopt to fulfill her nurturing instinct. Living in a world of kitty cats and rainbows, as her husband says, Abby tries to see the optimistic side of life, even though it can sometimes be hard. Her books provide her with a way to shine light on the most important parts of life: love. Her books, though ranging across several micro genres, explore stories of forbidden romance. She believes that love can prevail despite challenges presented by difficult circumstances, societal taboos, and cultural barriers, proving that sometimes, our hearts find solace in the most unexpected of places.

Book preview

CHAPTER one

The Captive’s Dilemma

"W HY AM I HERE?" Mercy asked the stranger across the room. The sound seemed to soak into the antiques that filled the space. She wondered how many other things got lost in here.

You don’t even have the courtesy to look at me? she snapped, heat crawling up her neck. She hated being ignored.

He just continued staring wistfully at the gossamer curtain on the wall. It would probably have let the light in if it weren’t covered in dust. Instead, a dirty haze filled the room, vaguely illuminating the space that Mercy was confined to.

Every aspect of the room exuded an air of ancientness, from the gaudy wallpaper that adorned the walls to the slightly discolored Persian rug underfoot. The mirror hanging above the dresser bore the marks of time, its surface marred by pale yellow cracks and spots dusting over it. Even the handmade quilt showed signs of well-earned use. It was mussed from where’d laid. 

Amidst the stillness of the room, only the Peace Lily next to the bed seemed alive, its vibrant leaves and delicate white blooms capturing her attention. It raised questions within her, making her ponder who had taken the effort to place the plant there. Was it the man standing before her?

What kind of kidnapper would choose such an unconventional hiding place—an old house—and adorn it with a symbol of peace? The presence of the Peace Lily stirred conflicting emotions within her, juxtaposing the unfamiliarity of her situation with a sense of appreciation. She wondered if it was getting enough light.

As she woke up in the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion engulfed her. How had she ended up in this strange room? The memory of her kidnapping eluded her, leaving a void in her understanding. She struggled to comprehend how someone could have breached the perceived security of her life. It seemed inconceivable, shattering the illusion of invulnerability she had carefully crafted.

His arms were crossed over his chest like he was mad about something. What could he be mad about? He was the one who kidnapped her.

Hello? Earth to Dead Man. What do you want with me? she interrogated the stranger.

He stood there, a towering figure, his imposing presence casting a shadow that engulfed the room. His stature surpassed even hers, blocking out the meager sunlight that attempted to penetrate through the partially drawn curtains.

A sense of unease crept over her as she observed his deliberate disregard, his gaze averted, as if attempting to assert dominance or conceal his own inner turmoil.

In that moment, she couldn't help but wonder if he, too, questioned the circumstances that brought them together, grappling with the uncertainty of their predicament and the choices that lay before him.

His eyes finally turned towards her, meeting her gaze, before he spoke in a low, deliberate tone.

Isn't it obvious, Mercy?

Well, it obviously isn’t if I have to ask, she responded. Something to do with my father?

Something like that, he acknowledged, his voice carrying a note of patience. I'll let you contemplate it. I'm in no rush.

A sliver of light seeped through the leaded glass, illuminating his hair, revealing it to have an auburn glow.

When you get whatever it is you’re looking for, are you going to let me go? Mercy asked.

Yes, he replied simply, his gaze holding hers. I’m not the Devil.

Mercy would have laughed at the irony, but instead she got up from the bed, letting one of the blankets slip to the floor.

Is this what you want? Mercy asked.

With a deliberate sway in her step, she moved closer, her black silk negligee clinging to her body, creating a stark contrast against her pale skin, while perfectly complementing her raven hair.

He swallowed. Mercy relished the feel of power swell in her.

That is not what I want.

Isn't it? Mercy's voice was a seductive murmur as she closed the distance, nearly matching his height.

Her slender fingers trailed down his sculpted arm, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath her touch. She pressed her body against his, enticing him with her alluring presence. His gaze remained fixated on her, captivated by her magnetic allure. It was a perfect performance.

With a tender stroke along the side of his head, she leaned closer to his ear, her warm breath grazing his skin. A shudder coursed through his body, an involuntary response to her intoxicating proximity. Despite her own deprivation of affection, Mercy possessed an innate skill in bestowing it upon others. She had mastered the art of seduction, a power she wielded effortlessly.

Isn’t this what you... desire? she asked.

His skin was soft but his 5 o’clock shadow bristled lightly against her fingers as she smoothed her hand down it. His breath shuddered in her hand. His eyes closed.

Mercy moved her other hand down his blue shirt, unbuttoning it from the top. He groaned