Devour

Desire has a secret only a select few know about. The Red Room. Deepest desires and hardcore fantasies are fulfilled there. Anything can happen in the Red Room.

Lilith

Being a royal demon had its benefits. Lust was my power, and it was extremely potent. As Desire's Dark Angel, it was my secret weapon. Except my power was tied to my emotions, and with my brothers fighting for their lives, the turmoil inside me spikes my magic at inopportune moments. That can't happen at Desire.

And then there's Reaper, keeper of the dead and Diamond's mentor. There was a time in my life when I begged him to relieve me of the horrors my father forced on me. Only he didn't answer then. Now, he's here in all his terrifying glory. His intoxicating power reached for mine, but I couldn't go there. I was already falling for him, and he was the one person I couldn't have.

Reaper

I was the first reaper, keeper of souls, protector of the dead. My power also allowed me to siphon magic from those who possessed it. When presented with the first new necromancer in generations, it was hardly a question worth pondering. My duty came above all else, and Diamond required training.

Inhabiting Desire was not without its challenges, though. The rules were clear: neutrality in all things. Fate wouldn't allow my interference, especially in Underworld politics. But the princess was at the heart of the war, and her magic tormented me. Falling for her was impossible. And yet, I wished to devour her magic and provide the haunted beauty everything she desired, even if it guaranteed my destruction.