Lucifer’s Cage After Dark Book 6 Sarah Bailey Lucifer’s Cage Copyright © 2019 by Sarah Bailey All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Please note the spelling throughout is British English. Cover Art by Christian Bentulan Published by Twisted Tree Publications www.twistedtreepublications.com After Dark Series Demon’s Destiny Vampire’s Kiss Witching Night Cursed Heart Death’s Angel Lucifer’s Cage Blood Magic – Coming Soon Join my Facebook Reader Group for exclusive excerpts & content Sarah's Sultry Sinners Sign up here You will also receive a free bonus chapter from Demon’s Destiny when you sign up. For Sean The most wonderous time traveller I know Your unwavering support is a gift Thank you for being you Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One Chapter Twenty Two Chapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four Chapter Twenty Five Chapter Twenty Six Chapter Twenty Seven Chapter Twenty Eight Playlist Acknowledgements Blood Magic About the Author Chapter One The King of Hell decided he was having a bad morning. Scrap that. He was having a bad day. No. He was having a bad fucking year. Lucifer was done with all the bullshit. Screw my brothers and screw my Father. What was the point in him being down here any longer? Surely there were enough demons to take care of business. It was a joke. God was a fucking joke. All that prophetic shit he’d spouted was just part of his ridiculous plan to punish his son. To teach Azrael a lesson for siding with Lucifer in the war in Heaven. Typical. It was just typical of his father. Always plotting. Always taking things too far. Just like when he cast Lucifer from Heaven. Forcing him to punish those souls who had sinned. Given the name: The Devil. Lucifer was no devil. He would always be an Archangel. The light bringer. The Morningstar. His father’s favourite son. Humanity believed he was evil. He supposed he lived up to the name to an extent. Played his part. He was the king. The Lord of Hell. He lay on his bed, cursing his father. He was sick to death of idiotic demon squabbles and his dukes constantly demanding things of him. Lucifer wanted out of Hell. He wanted out of his duties. Yet ever since he’d arrived back after his last jaunt on Earth, he’d been unable to leave. He knew it was his father’s doing. He clearly didn’t want his son causing trouble. Cursing again, he rolled on his side. One day he’d teach his father a lesson. One damn day! There was something shimmering in the periphery of his vision. He turned, sitting up. A purple light which looked distinctly like a portal appeared in the ceiling of his bedroom. What the fuck? The next moment a girl with bright pink hair dropped out of it and crashed down on top of him. He grunted at the impact. Their limbs were a tangled mess on the bed. “Ouch, what the hell?” she said, the tone of her voice having a singsong lilt to it. She shifted on top of him, propping herself up by her hands. The girl stared down at him with wide violet eyes. There was confusion, fear and curiosity in her expression. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. He eyed her with suspicion. What the fuck was this girl doing in Hell? More to the point, why was she lying on top of him on his bed? “Excuse me,” he said. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” She was slow to get off him. He deftly caught her around the waist and reversed their positions, pinning her down with his body. He wanted answers. Girls didn’t fall out of the ceiling from portals into Hell. Especially not in his private chambers. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” he demanded. “Who are you?” she retorted, staring up at him with those inscrutable violet eyes. Her bright pink hair shimmered in the light, falling back on the bed. He noticed the slight curve of the tips of her ears. The girl below him was most definitely fae, but not full blooded. No, there was something else about her. “The Devil, girl. Now, answer me.” Her mouth fell open on a gasp. His eyes were drawn to her full lips. Her body beneath his was warm. Her curves soft and delectable. She did just fall into my bed. It has been a long time since I’ve touched a woman. He’d been too busy to engage in such activities. His mind raced with dark thoughts about what lay beneath her clothes. There was no reason for him to be thinking these things. He shook himself internally. Quit being the rogue everyone thinks you are, Lucifer. “Candace… My name is Candace,” she squeaked. “And what are you doing in my bed, Candace?” “I didn’t mean to. Someone pushed me. I didn’t know.” She was telling him the truth. He was sure of it. He wished his father hadn’t taken away his ability to hear the thoughts of
