Kick had watched every single one of the Ghosts die. All slaughtered in front of him. Keegan was twitching having just died, Hesh’s body was cold already while Logans body held his hand.

Ajax had a slit across his throat, Elias and Merrick had been hung. Neptune had been drowned. He was the only one left. The federation wanted him alive for intel.

So he prayed. To any god that would listen to sacrifice himself and bring back his friends. The only one listening, however, was your father. The devil.

He kept your word and Kick watched his friends open their eyes again before being dragged into the underworld.

Once Kick was there he was handed to you. A demon and the devils son. Kick would admit he was scared but he was also defiant and didn’t submit.

To his surprise you didn’t want him to submit. You two got along extremely well and he happily agreed to let you bed him. He got so lost in your relationship that he’d almost forgotten about the Ghosts.

So one morning he asked you about them.

“How are the Ghosts? Are they okay?” Kick asked you with a kiss to your lips.