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BRIDE OF LUCIFER
book one: hell on earth
Copyright © 2022 Emily Shore
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead or otherwise, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Other Works by Emily Shore
Author’s Note
Playlist
Dedication
Artwork
1. Astraea
1.5. Lucifer
2. Astraea
2.5. Lucifer
3. Astraea
3.5. Lucifer
4. Astraea
4.5. Lucifer
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5.5. Lucifer
6. Astraea
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27. Lucifer
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33. Lucifer
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
POST 2020 AUTHOR JOURNEY:
The Twisted Myths Series
Bride of the Corpse King – Book One
Hell’s Angel Series
Bride of Lucifer: Hell on Earth – Book One
Bride of Lucifer: The Bride Trials – Book Two
Bride of the Shifter King – Companion Book in the Hell’s Angel Universe
PRE 2020 AUTHOR JOURNEY:
The Uncaged Series
The Aviary – Book One
The Garden – Book Two
The Temple – Book Three
The Temple Twins – Book Four
The Aquarium – Book Five
The Roseblood Series
Roseblood – Book One
Silhouette – Book Two
Requiem – Book Three
Sanctuary – Book Four
Roseborn – Book Five (WIP)
The Flesh and Ash Series
Flesher – Book One
Flesher: Resurrection – Book Two (WIP)
Bride of Lucifer: Hell on Earth is an ***18+*** dystopian fantasy. This book is spicy, gritty, and intense with high heat levels, a Hell on Earth “Vegas-on-Steroids” tourist trap, sexual tension battles, murder, sexy angels and demons, bride trials, and more! This book ended up much more humorous than I’d intended, but I blame Astraea.
Heroine: Astraea is badass, sweet but a bit psycho, salty AF, and has past trauma. I torture my ladies so I may chisel them into their destined goddesses! When she gets knocked down—even by the dark love interest/s—she comes back swinging. Astraea gets to be as aggressive, as powerful, and as toxic as the alpha-holes around her because women shouldn’t have to be perfect to be valid.
Anti-Hero: Lucifer is sexy, scarred, and a somewhat of a stalker. With his own trauma, he’s tortured, possessive, aggressive, cunning, and broody. He owns his demons, and he’s pretty damn proud of them. And Lucifer loves his dirty talk!
Anti-Heroes: (Yes, there is more than one love interest. No, I’m not telling you. This is a SERIES.) I write dark love interests who straddle the border between alpha and alpha-hole. The kind you love to hate AND grow to love along with the heroine since they’d burn the world for her. And maybe—just maybe—they have a heart of gold beneath their assholery. They are the ones who know how to prioritize a woman’s pleasure (and pain) and make her moan and swoon and drool and scream and beg for more.
Author is very responsible for any drooling, moaning, fantasizing, clenching, panty-wetting, and/or obsessing over sexy characters. Author advises keeping a partner or vibrator close.
I write enemies-to-lovers and hate-to-love NEVER insta-love. My works are not for everyone, though anyone 18+ or older and especially lovers of spicy fantasy romance will fall in love. My work features themes of trauma-healing, sex positivity, positive sexuality, and feminism.
Bride of Lucifer is perfect for spicy book lovers with angels and demons/monsters. And Lucifer on Netflix, of course!
I write spicy romance, and queer inclusivity because we are normal, we are valid, we are here, and Reverse Harem/Polyamory because “why choose?” Queer identities and lifestyles are all normalized and respected in my fantasy universes as they should be in real life. Everyone deserves respect and humanity. Learn more about my platform on my social media pages. Or subscribe to my newsletter at www.emilybethshore.com.
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FINAL P.S.: This book ended up being WAY longer than I thought it would. I blame my attention-whore Lucifer and his sexy, brooding monologues. So, I divided Bride of Lucifer into TWO books. Hell on Earth and The Bride Trials. Thank you for your willingness to binge-read. And you will not have to wait long for more Lucy and Astraea spice as Book Two will be released in the same month as Book One.
ASTRAEA’S SONGS:
“Sweet But Psycho” – Ava Max
“Pretty Little Psycho” – Nine Shrines
“I’m Gonna Show You Crazy” – Bebe Rexha
“All the Good Girls Go to Hell” – Billie Eilish
“Devil in Me” – Halsey
LUCIFER’S SONGS:
“Enemy” – Imagine Dragons
“Hate Me” – Blue October
“The Devil’s Dance Floor” – Flogging Molly
“Cryin Like a Bitch” – Godsmack
“Sympathy For the Devil” – The Rolling Stones
GENERAL:
“Demons” – Imagine Dragons – Nightcore Cover
“Angel With a Shotgun” – The Cab – Nightcore Cover
“Take Me to Church” – Hozier
“Boulevard of Broken Dreams” – Green Day
“Monster” – Skillet
“Dark Horse”/“Monster”/“Take It Off” – Nightcore
“Runnin’ With the Devil” – Van Halen
“Haunted” – Evanescence
“All Around Me” – Flyleaf
“I Dream” – Nightcore Fanatics
“Dirty Angel” – Courtney Jenae
“Wrong Side of Heaven” – Five Finger Death Punch
“We R Who We R”, “Your Love is My Drug” – Kesha
“Saints and Sinners” – Bullet For My Valentine
“Circus For a Psycho” – Skillet
“The Monster” – Rihanna & Eminem
“Love the Way You Lie Pt. 1-2” – Rihanna & Eminem
To all the spice-loving, smut book-clutching, badass ladies who fall for the morally gray, tail-whipping, dick-growing guy with a side of monster. Even if he’s the Devil himself.
If they come for our spicy books, it’ll be over their dead bodies!
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Welcome to Hell on Earth. All are welcome in the City of Sin unless you are an angel, of course. All angels, not fallen, are banned by order of Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell on Earth, Ruler of the Nine Circles. We trust you have good intentions since the road to hell is paved with them. Welcome again, and have a devil of a time in Hell on Earth.
I roll my eyes at the derogatory holo-sign pulsing above the gates of Hell on Earth and flare my common but keen golden wings as the security demon barks, “Your kind isn’t allowed in here!”
Agitated, I ruffle my feathers, blade-sharp at their tips and edges. The hair on the nape of my neck stiffens from the demon’s refusal. Although he’s three times my size, I imagine the multitud
e of ways I could decapitate him. Each would take an average of 3.8 seconds.
“I may be a weapon of mass destruction, hellion, but as you can see, I bear no sword,” I point out to the carmine-skinned beast, smirk, and do a twirl for his satisfaction, remembering he’s doing his job.
Unsurprised when the demon’s eyes linger upon my figure, I resist the urge to swallow any revulsion from the costume—a stereotypical get-up befitting a Victoria’s Angel ever since she lost her secrets after Lucifer bought the franchise and released his line of glitter body paint. No hope of hiding so much as a knife in the sheer, white negligee with a lacy bralette that barely covers my full breasts. Or the matching panties with the word “Angel” embroidered on the cheeks. Not like I haven’t attempted a multitude of other ways to get into Hell on Earth.
I inwardly curse Camio for this last resort of a suggestion. He will get a good laugh out of this. Once I make it beyond the gates, he’d better meet me at the Devil’s Due Nightclub.
Rest assured, I will not stay in this for the masked gala. I’m here for one reason. This is my only chance to meet with the ultimate fallen angel face to face.
“Lucifer’s Law: fallen angels only, little cherub,” the security demon grunts. I wonder if he only speaks in grunts and barks. I resist the urge to bare an angel fang at the mention of those brow-beating bullies forever blowing their horns and smoke out of their alpha-hole asses. Thankfully, they don’t patrol the Outer Circle, or I’d be doomed since they love preying on female angels like me. One of many reasons I’m here.
Behind me, several humans and lower demons show their impatience and frustration from an angel holding up the line. Oh, hell no, I didn’t spend all night flying from the Celestial City, where I was the laughingstock of my countless older brothers, nor did I wait all day with every race drooling over me for this meat-headed hellion to deny me entry.
Come hell or high water, I’ll get Lucifer to the Tribunal so he may face justice for his crimes, public and personal, past and present. If I can’t, I’ll stab a knife through his black heart.
Where the hell is Camio?! I feel an angel scream coming on, but I plaster on my sweetest-wrapped psycho smile and creep my fingers along the demon’s bulging chest to coo, “Surely one of Lucifer’s finest demons can bend the rules…”
He flares his nostrils, and I crook my smile into a grin, knowing the pheromone oil Camio gave me is working its magic. “Catnip for demons”, he’d said.
The demon falters, and I close in, parting my plump and pouty angelic lips rouged with the same oil. I flutter my wings until I hover at his level, casting the demon catnip around his bulging atmosphere.
“Now, where’s that devil-may-care attitude?” I sweet-talk and toss my silky curls to the side.
He blinks and parts his lips. Guess he never had a chance. I’d say poor soul, but demons have none.
By the time I’ve lowered myself back to earth, the security demon has swiped the button on his holographic console to grant me access. I blow him a kiss and dance inside before he can get wise to my machinations. I’ve traveled into the Outer Circle before through other routes thanks to smugglers, but Camio assured me I’d make it beyond the main gates this time. Until his pass failed after the parking lot.
I fully intend on giving him shit for it. I don’t have time to fuck around. Not tonight.
Tension invades my stomach as I take my place on the high-speed tram which transports tourists from the main gates to the Vestibule of Hell on Earth: the Outer Circle with its nightclubs and restaurants. Provided Camio comes through, I’ll enter the Nine Circles soon. Sure, we warrior angels have placed bets on who can sneak into the Nine Circles, but Lucifer’s security is too powerful.
Fake passes to access the Devil’s Nine Circles are reserved for spy angels—but never his Underworld. And I failed spy training.
Spine prickling, I pinch my lips and ignore the echoes of my older brothers guffawing at my plan. They’d slapped their backs and cackled countless cheesy jokes while ruffling my hair and jerking on my feathers: “Aww, look at our adorable, little scrapper wanting to earn her wings,”, or “Remember, Trinny, if you can’t take the heat, get out of Hell’s Kitchen!”, and “Don’t forget your fire-retardant suit.”
Tossing my blood-red curls over my shoulder, I snap my wings shut behind me. I may have common wings, especially compared to archangels and seraphs, but mine are sharp enough to slice. A fluffy lightness fluttering in my chest, I lift my proud chin. Halo currents rush through my blood, gilding my skin’s early dawn gold to a rich sunset hue. Head-hovering halos are for cupid or cherubim angels while mine resides in my chest.
Out of habit, I creep my fingers to my side but find bare skin. Ugh, I feel so naked without a weapon.
At eighty-six, I may be a novice warrior, practically a teenager by angel standards, but I’ve experienced my fair share of skirmishes and brought in a few bounties with my hunter rank. Unfortunately, as far as my brothers go, I’ll always be their baby sister, the scrapper, the runt of the angel litter.
Off to my right, a demon and his family sit in the first five rows. I nod and offer a faint smile that confuses them. The mother shields her baby with his adorable, tiny horns curling from his head. Not that I blame her, considering most angels don’t exactly associate with demons apart from hunting or spying purposes. Guess I’m the exception since I prefer them to fallen angels. Demons, I can handle, especially when most are Hell on Earth security. They act according to their nature compared to those black-winged, fallen parasites who want to drag every angel down with them, especially any with ovaries.
Not like I can claim any moral ground over demons anyway.
While waiting for the tram to push off from the station, I tap the iNK-Link embedded in my wrist and cue up my Hellify-No Playlist, another one of Lucifer’s contributions. I can’t rightly complain since it’s ad-free. Seconds later, I hum to the old song, “Demons”. Moments after, the tram lurches. I steel my spine, bracing myself for the views—heaven-shattering ones according to the ads: Lucifer’s joke.
Beyond the window, flicker cars and hover bubbles filled with elite tourists zoom past the tram on their way to the Nine Circles. The Outer Circle, aka the Vestibule, is made up of mostly shopping and nightclub districts for cheap, hell-themed souvenirs and thrills. Lucifer’s way of reeling in the “common folk”.
I glance around at those lower-pass holders. Toward the back of the tram, a group of humans chats about their cosplay costumes—probably for a convention—and I commend them for doing their homework since the professional craftsmanship of their faux elf and fae ears proves they bought them from native artisans. In the center are a few half-elves since elves are the most willing to reproduce with humans. A nearby dwarf couple wears matching “Hell for Honeymoon” t-shirts that brings a smile to my lips. One or two daemons of the cat variety. Two harpies dressed for nightclub-hopping.
