"Execute everybody in the dungeons. Leave the two dark ones in the corner alive." Samael ordered the guards as we exited the dungeons.My own two guards immediately jumped to attention and followed us swiftly."Why? Why are you butchering everybody?" I asked when I thought about the dozens of demons, dark ones and humans in their cells. Some of them might be innocent."They know too much." Sammi replied as he walked through his castle at an inhuman speed. "I'm not taking any risks. Plus, some saw me kiss- interacting with my Fay."He quickly swallowed the forbidden word and continued walking as if he hadn't said anything. Demons around us were drunk and dancing, and I couldn't help but envy them a little. I missed having a glass of wine. 'You get so much in return,' everyone always said to me. Sure, but that didn't make me want a glass of wine any less."The queen." Whispered some around me.I felt anything but a queen.I felt chunky, and couldn't even walk normally. I couldn't eat an
"It's almost full moon." Guirita announced in an almost dream-like state. Sammi and I exchanged glances. I was taken aback by the concern on his face, and I realised Satan did truly have different sides to him. He almost seemed... Soft. He quickly concealed it when he noticed my scrutinising look and turned to Guirita with an icy expression. Before taking a knife from his waistband, he approached her with a contemplative frown. "My wife... As leaders of our realm, we sometimes have to make sacrifices." Samael said as he skilfully twirled the knife around in his hand. Guirita turned around, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Like Queen Gabrielle here, who left her own home behind, her family, her friends." Ignoring his comment, I continued to watch Guirita, who raised an unimpressed eyebrow at me. "I need you to do something for our kingdom." Samael declared with a more ominous tone. "Anything, my King. Anything that you'll ask of me, I will do, without question." Guirita immediate
Guirita?!Guirita was going to take my place? Willingly?!"It's almost full moon. We have to hurry." Adrian announced loudly.I stared at the woman plastered to Sam's side with wide eyes. What was happening?"My King. My Queen." Shea loudly said as she fell to her knees. The two in question both looked at Shea, and I saw Guirita's eyes widen in surprise. "You? You are going to do it?" She asked with a frown. "Yes, my Queen." Shea solemnly said with her head still down.Sam walked forward and signalled to Shea to get up and walk over to him. "You better do the best fucking job you've ever done, Shea." Sam snapped at her in a warning tone.Shea rose to her feet in an instant. "Yes, my King."Elle eyed her with hatred. She slowly walked over with her head held high, and kept her eyes on the woman who once stole her body for our ex-friend to take place in.God, what a crazy life I had now. I used to worry about grades and missing a good party. Now... Now, my life was slightly different."
An hour went by. An entire hour passed. I could hardly contain myself. My nerves were all over the place, and all I wanted to see was my King here. I wouldn't be able to handle another hour. Sam stood next to me in complete silence. He almost looked like a statue, that's how still he stood. He hadn't touched me, and hadn't spoken a word to any of us. Elle and Adrian stood several metres behind us, their conversation hushed whispers. Shea had gone. Sam had sent her away with one stern look. Guirita lingered by the water, mere inches away. Envy tugged at me, at the fact she was so close to heaven, but I knew that the jealousy wasn't mine. Something was manipulating my emotions. Something very, very powerful. "He should have arrived by now." Adrian said with a doubtful voice. "He'll come." Sam retorted briskly, his gaze fixed ahead, seemingly ignoring me while his eyes subtly wandered over Guirita's figure. My figure. Bastard. I can't believe he was checking her out. Well, actually.
My body jumped up at the sound of my name from his mouth. I almost stepped forward, but Sam clasped my wrist and pulled me next to him. Adrian respectfully retreated, and flung an arm around Elle to drag her back behind him. The way he looked at Guirita with his hand extended, his dark eyes full of promises, was almost enough for me to reveal what was going on here. But instead, I grabbed Sam's arm and looked away from the King of the Sea towards my own King. Sam kept his furious glare aimed at the demon in front of us, but I melted at the sight of it. Furious Sam was incredibly sexy. I had a feeling that from now on, furious Sam would always be a turn-on for me. Sam noticed my stare, and squeezed my wrist once, but maintained his steely stare ahead. "Fay." The King again called, "We have made a deal. It's time for you to fulfil your part." Guirita hesitantly stepped forward. She finally let go of my arm, and I glanced at the woman wearing my face. I looked nervous and angry, lik
"It is me..." I whispered as I stepped closer, "Close your eyes." Sam complied reluctantly, and I gently cupped his cheek. "I'm right here with you." I whispered gently as I trailed my other hand along his arm. Sam swallowed, but remained tense. I looked at my hand, and the long black nails that weren't my own. "Sam." I gently said with some doubt. "Stop. You need to stop." Sam responded, opening his eyes again. Pain crossed them. "I... It's not even your voice, not your touch, nothing that you are. Your temperature is numbed, and you feel almost as cold as a demon, and your innocence is subdued. My heart knows it's you... But my head, my head is having trouble accepting this." His words didn't prevent Sam from tenderly cupping my cheek, gazing deeply into my eyes with an inscrutable expression. "I need you. As yourself. I need to claim you, to seal my bond with you. Then, we need to steal the staff of the fish, and drown you. And then, finally... Finally you'll be mine. Forever
"Good luck with that." I snapped back, my arousal flushed down the drain. "Don't touch yourself thinking about me. I'll know when you do." Sam warned before I could turn around. "If you touch yourself, I'll take that as a yes." I stormed away with steam coming from my ears before I did something really stupid. Like hit him. Or kiss him. I forced my body to fight off the wave of confusing, extreme emotions and breathed in deep. Arousal, anger, desire, shock, lust, disbelief, and fury all raced through me simultaneously, turning me into a bundle of volatile emotions. Maybe yoga would help calm me down. Maybe driving my knife through someone, like the demon still lingering by the water, was a better idea. I almost turned around to do just that. But then I realised he would just be turned on by that, and continued walking. And then I really turned around because that was my mission. To turn him on and get him to stop being ridiculous. A knife would be the perfect thing. I turned a
Shea stood at the side, observing the entire scene in front of her with wide eyes, her eyebrows raised. "Mind your own business, brother." Sam snapped at Adrian, who attempted to pull Elle towards him, who had stepped away from her husband towards me. I also stepped away from my man, and softly bumped into Elle. "What? She deserves to know. It's better to inform your partner straight away about these things. It's quite important." Adrian retorted, mimicking his brother. "We need to go." Elle interrupted the two demons. We both turned to Shea, Elle with a tense body, and Shea actually stepped back with an uncertain look on her face. Yet, behind her innocent façade, I could detect a smirk, and I clenched my jaw hard. "You're not coming." Adrian suddenly declared from behind us. Elle wasn't one to get angry often—that was more my forte—but I could sense she was on the verge of exploding right then. "Why?" Elle asked dangerously, turning around. "So you can go alone with your ex?"
“Are we really sure about this?“ Elle asked, her voice thick with apprehension. “We’re sure.” Elyse replied firmly, her eyes brimming with hope. Neither Elle nor I could bring ourselves to object any further. There was only one wall between this room and the dungeons, which were currently empty since all the prisoners had been taken out for the hunt. That's why tonight was the perfect night to do this. Sam wouldn't be here, and nor would be any of the hunters. Adrian had been invited to the hunt, much to his delight, and so even he would be occupied for the entire night. “How exactly do we do this?” I asked, frowning as doubt crept in. Half of me was convinced it wouldn’t work.The other half—the rational part—was terrified that it might. “Did we really have to pick the creepiest place for this?!” I jumped at the sound of a male voice, my hand instinctively gripping the hilt of my knife. Dante and Reggie had entered, Dante carrying a thick black book while Reggie laughed, pattin
I smiled and tugged on Sam’s pants, pulling him closer until his body pressed against mine. The thick branch beneath us held steady, but offered no protection from the cold wind gusting over our bare skin. Sam’s lips captured mine once again, and as his hand slid across my skin, feeling my goosebumps, fire burst from his fingertips. I gasped when the branch caught fire. Sam quickly doused the flames with his ice, but I stared at the charred spot, shock coursing through me. My mouth fell open in disbelief. "What... What is this?" I asked with disbelief. “I... I don’t know,” Sam replied, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “Have you always had this?” I questioned suspiciously, turning toward him. He looked at me, clearly unsure. “No,” he admitted, glancing down at his hand in amazement. I did the same. “I think it’s you. Your fire... it’s in my veins now.” I blinked, trying to process his words. "I noticed it every time I had your blood in my system. I felt the warmth. But I couldn
I bit my lip in torment, unable to tear my gaze away from Sam’s bare upper body. The fact that my body temperature was already too high didn’t help, nor did the way Sam moved in the fighting circle, calculating his next move to defeat his eight opponents. The scar I had given him long ago with a whip stood out starkly against his bronzed skin. The crown still sat firmly on his head, a testament to his rigid posture—even in the middle of combat. I almost groaned in desperation when Sam lifted the corner of his mouth into a smug smirk, taunting his enemies. Sam was intoxicated by the fight. It had been a long time since anyone dared challenge him, but tonight, nothing could stop him. He gave his challengers a simple choice: yield or die. A number of demons already lay dead at the corners of the ring. The vampires were nearly driven mad by the scent of blood, but Lucifer had kept them in check by giving each a bottle of blood wine. They lounged around, enjoying the company of several
I followed Sam's gaze and was met with thousands of silent eyes. It was still beyond me how such a large crowd could remain so quiet. My eyes first landed on Lucifer's wife, who was yanked back harshly by her husband. Lucifer looked regal, wearing a massive crown. His purple attire suited his large frame, and he puffed out his chest proudly when our gazes met. Shea stood a few meters away with the Lust crowd, her expression disapproving. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked down. Moving on, I saw Adrian with his arms around Elle, both beaming with happiness and pride. I forced myself to suppress a smile, wanting to appear serious, and looked further. Dagon stood with Ren, holding hands. Ren gently stroked Dagon's arm. I almost gasped when I noticed a slight bump in Dagon's belly. I nodded in acknowledgment, and Dagon responded with a serene smile, nodding back. Elyse stood near them, arms crossed, looking as fierce as any demon king. The numerous knives strapped to her bod
“Don’t be nervous.” Elle scolded me from behind. I huffed in response. “I’m so done with these public events.” I replied, wringing my hands together. “Well, get ready for a lot more. You’re going to be Queen.” Elyse commented from the side. I eyed her, furrowing my brows. Elle finished the intricate braid, adding small wildflowers to my hair. Their colors popped against my dark strands, and I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Elyse applied a final swipe of red lipstick to my lips, stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely perfect. Like a true Queen." I smiled again. My throat was bare. It would soon be adorned with a ruby necklace, similar to Sam's. Small rubies dangled from my ears, and a simple gold bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My dress was black and red, massive and encrusted with gemstones. I could barely walk in it, but apparently, this was how coronation dresses looked in this realm. Except for Elle, considering she was dressed in lingerie and a see
"Two bottles and one pack of cigarettes a month. That's my offer. Take it or leave it." Sam said, turning to Rhazien. The vampire sucked on his teeth, his fangs just visible, sharp and menacing. A shudder ran through me. They looked lethal. And painful. Lucifer, leaning heavily on the table, looked desperate. Around him, the vampires shared the same tense, eager expressions. Rhazien paused, letting the tension stretch. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each of us before it finally settled on Sam. He nodded once. "Yes!" Lucifer cheered, immediately turning to point at random vampires—each of them stunning in their own way. Lucifer's wife was going to have a heart attack. "I'll have my own harem!" He announced proudly. Sam sighed, clearly exasperated. "Oh, hell... What have we gotten ourselves into?" I snorted, nudging his chest. "Let him have his fun." "My brothers won’t be happy about this," Sam muttered. "I just gave the King of Pride something to brag about
I watched with interest as everyone around me became increasingly drunk. I kept my distance from the wine, not wanting to cloud my mind, and leaned comfortably against Sam. The vampires danced with the grace and allure of professional performers, putting on quite the spectacle. “I have some gifts for you, Rhazien.” Sam said, cutting through my distracted thoughts. “Gifts?” Rhazien’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “For your hospitality.” Sam reached to his side, producing a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of wine. Rhazien gasped, his excitement palpable. “Is that…?” Rhazien asked, his voice full of wonder. “Yes,” Sam smirked from behind me, “enjoy them.” “What are those?” I asked, eyeing the odd-smelling cigarettes. I recognized the wine as blood wine. “Blood cigarettes,” Sam replied. I froze at the words. “A delicacy for vampires. They can’t make them themselves. The process is intricate and involves working with a lot of blood,” he explained softly. Rhazien twirled the cigare
Sam cleared his throat and turned to Rhazien. “We agree—on my wife’s condition. My brother gets to take a vampire of his choice home. I’ll supply you with at least a dozen humans every month, in exchange for a dozen vampires.” Rhazien glanced from Sam to me, then over to Lucifer, who was still dancing. After a moment, he sighed. “Deal.” “Perfect.” Sam said with a grin, extending his hand. They shook on it, both clearly satisfied. I looked ahead, noticing some women dancing sensually on the bar. Their bodies moved like snakes, swaying their hips seductively, the atmosphere dripping with allure. Sam and Rhazien clinked their glasses and downed their drinks in sync, slamming the empty glasses down with matching grins. I knew Sam was getting drunk when he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. I gasped, instinctively resisting, but his supernatural strength held me still. He pressed my hips against his and my back against his chest. His arms encircled me, and he placed another glass of w
The dark ballroom got even darker when Rhazien clapped his hands, and the dangerous tension in the room rose considerably. “Do you think they’ll dance with me?” Lucifer asked, his eyes fixed on a group of vampires. “They would be honored, King of Envy,” Credence replied. “Many of us have never had the privilege of meeting a demon.” "Why is that?" I asked with interest, glancing at the human girls twirling around in beautiful dresses, their vampire partners looking down at them like they were a snack. They probably were. “We're not foolish enough to venture into the demon realm. That would be suicide,” Credence explained, tapping her glass with her long, blood-red nails. “Nor do we invite demons into our lands. Demons are too bloodthirsty. For your King, we made a exception." "We won't shed any blood here." I promised her, even though I couldn't see her. "Don't make promises that aren't yours to make, Queen of Wrath. Your husband has quite the reputation. We know the risks we’ve