“Hello Matthew.”

Hurricane dropped the sword, right beside Silas’ body and stalked over to Shadows, who for the first time in his life, felt intimated and a little scared by a woman- the same woman who was his wife. What Syn had put in that Evil Juice was beyond even his understanding- what could have provoked Hurricane enough to make her want to kill the man that had set her free?

She started to stalk over to him and without even realising, he began to step backwards until he spine collided with the wall. She prowled over to him, running her hands up and down her chest, and as she pressed her lips against his ear ready to whisper something, he heard the most unlikely words fall out of her mouth.

“You know I’m only pretending baby.”

Stunned, Matt looked up to see a very normal looking Hurricane staring back at him. He didn’t understand- was she trying to manipulate him so he believed that she was as her normal self, when really she was a demon inside- or had she pushed away the thought of becoming a demon so much that she’d stayed in her ordinary form still?

“What? I don’t understand,” he gabbled, glancing over her shoulder. Silas had gotten up and was wiping blood away from his shirt, like he hadn’t even been stabbed at all.

“My son may have some slightly distorted ideas at how to rule Hell, but to be honest, he’s as thick as two planks. That sword that can kill demons wouldn’t just be left lying around- this is as ordinary a sword as they come- but then again he will believe anything. The potion wasn’t real either” Silas smirked, bowing to Hurricane and disappearing into the kitchen, muttering something about making himself a sandwich. So the dead had just gotten up and walked away, and now his wife was saying something about not being a demon?

“Honey bee, you’re confusing me. Are you a demon or not?” Shadows asked slowly and she shook her head, giggling.

“Of course not. The Evil Juice was fake, because Synyster’s ‘friend’ Jimmy works for me now, not for him. He made a fake looking Evil Juice, and all I had to do was pretend that it had worked and I was ready to do Syn’s bidding. Silas played along with the fake stabbing, of course Syn didn’t need to know that- but then again, he can sense these things”

“Mrs Shadows, you little vixen” Shadows whispered with a smirk, before grabbing her waist and pulling her in for a rough kiss.

How he’d missed the feel of her body against his. He wanted to pin her to the floor and fuck her right there right now, but he was pretty sure, neither Silas nor Hurricane would find that attractive. He would have to wait until he could get his baby back in his bed before he ravished her again.
“So you’re all playing a trick on Synyster?”

“All of us but Zacky. We didn’t get to him in time. He’s under the influence of Evil Juice too- he was the one that ratted out where I was before Syn kidnapped me. He was the one that murdered Natalia. But if you do anything to him, he’ll know it was me and I’ll be killed. You have to keep acting like nothing’s happened” Hurricane warned him with a firm shake of her finger, and he decided that he liked being bossed around by her. Her dominatrix side was sexy as hell.

“Alright Mrs Shadows, I’ll keep up the act. But for now” he paused, taking her hand in his and kissing his way down her neck.

“Would you like to accompany me to the bedroom?”

***

Synyster paced backwards and forwards in his bedroom, wondering where the hell his resident demon could have disappeared to. He wanted to fuck her brains out again, because lord knows the woman was one of the best cocksuckers known to man.

The things she could do to him made him see stars, and she swallowed up every last drop like the submissive little bitch that she was. Being a demon had blocked off her internal pathways, so he couldn’t see where she was or what she was thinking, but for once he didn’t care.

He had her under his spell, and if all went to plan, Shadows would be dead by the morning. He was ready to take his place as King of Hell, to have Hurricane by his side as his demon queen so that he could show the world just how evil the darkest place in the universe could become. All he needed was for Jimmy and Zacky to be there in his uprising and everything would slot perfectly into place.

Frustrated, he disappeared into the ensuite bathroom, hoping to find something better to do there than just to pace around his bedroom, waiting for Hurricane to get back from killing his father. Usually he would’ve been calm, especially with a killing going on, but now he found himself jittery and disturbed, like there was something about the little demon he’d created that was keeping him off-beat.

He didn’t like the way he totally trusted her, and maybe it was because he’d never trusted anyone before that he was so nervous.

Glancing around, he saw that the trash can had been emptied, yet something small still lay in the bottom of the tin. Sitting down on the toilet bowl, he fished around in the empty bag until his fingers closed around something solid and cold. Pulling it out, he spotted the familiar stick, the blue and white plastic coating. It was a pregnancy test. He was guessing, a fairly new one, but the worst thing about it was the symbol he saw when he turned it over in his hands.

Positive.

Hurricane, he thought, must have taken it. She could still do all the things that he did, she was almost human in that sense, but when he said the magic words, she turned evil in an instant. She must have taken the test before he’d said the magic words, before he’d even woken up in the morning. She hadn’t slept with him properly since they arrived, and now that the magic pink plus was telling him she definatly had a baby growing in her belly, he knew one thing.

It had to be Shadows’.

Throwing the test back in the trash, his mind began to twist and turn, a new idea formulating in his brain. Shadows was going to be a father, and Hurricane was the only one who knew that he was the father, rather than Synyster.

But of course, Shadows didn’t have to know that he was the Daddy- did he?