The guy, Vuja, ran away with haste and I felt a little embarrassed that I was the subject of his order. Within a matter of seconds, a sharp knife landed in front of Samael, causing his wine glass to tremble ever so slightly. Observing the scene, I noticed that the slaves refrained from engaging in conversation with Samael. They would bow, but there was no exchange of greetings or further words. Perhaps that was Sam's preference.Samael grabbed the knife and harshly put it in front of me on the table, making his wine glass shake more. "Keep it on you at all times, Fay. I'm not fucking joking around." He let go of the knife and slid it closer to me. "No, you don't seem the type that jokes around." I said back, my eyes on the extremely sharp looking knife.Suddenly, Samael's face was right next to mine. His voice dripped with a threatening tone as he whispered in my ear, "Be careful what you say, flower. I know your deepest fears."A shiver ran down my arm, the memories of last night sti
I had to say something to distract him, and it worked instantly.Sam's face scrunched up like he didn't understand my words, but the pure rage left his eyes, and the demons around us calmed down straight away."Human blood... Human blood is completely different." Samael eventually said, his attention shifting now that he was explaining something to me. "To taste something so innocent... So pure... It's completely different from demon blood, which can sometimes even taste polluted, like it's contaminated with poison. Like it has some sort of disease in it. Not human blood. Human blood always tastes... Like you're fucking and devilling an angel from heaven."I raised one eyebrow.Samael leaned closer to me. "Especially yours, Fay. That's why I will be drinking it tonight."His fiancé snapped her head toward us, her eyes filled with nothing but pure hatred."No, you won't." I said to Samael, my eyes going back to him. "What about your fiancé? Can't you drink her blood?" I asked, shifting
Without uttering another word, without providing any further explanation, I leaned back, taking my wrist with me. Samael appeared perplexed and bewildered, gazing down at his hand with furrowed brows.As the crowd erupted in cheers for three new demons about to engage in combat, Sam shook his head slightly and turned his attention forward, away from me."So," I interjected, recapturing his focus, "Who's going to win?"I folded my hands in my lap, shielding my throbbing wrist from any more attacks. My gaze remained fixed on the three demons entering the fighting ring, confident that my question would divert Samael's attention."Of these three?" Samael asked, not saying anything about our little moment. "Fuck, they all look pathetic.""Choose one. Let's make a bet," I half-commanded, my eyes still fixed on the three demons preparing themselves with murderous glances at each other. I could sense Samael stealing a sidelong glance at me. "What are we betting on?" He asked."My king," Quiri
I chose to ignore that when the bald demon slashed the skin of the braided one, cutting across his shoulder. The braided demon showed no reaction and instead swung his axe with force, forcing the other two demons two steps back.As the fight intensified, Samael's hand gripped my leg, reflecting his excitement.My chosen fighter retaliated, angrily slashing the bald demon's stomach, causing blood to instantly drip out. The crowd erupted into excited cheers, and I strained to sit up straighter for a better view. Samael's arm around me tightened, but he leaned forward, drawing me along.My heart raced as my fighter turned towards Samael's chosen demon. Sam's demon swung his axe, but my fighter was quicker, launching his razor-sharp sword towards the back of the demon's head. The braid of the demon was cleanly severed."Oh my God," I whispered, watching the strands of hair fall to the ground. Samael's hand slid to the inside of my leg, and I felt his rapid heartbeat against my back. "Thes
Sam's hand left my leg, and suddenly, my demon let out a piercing scream of terror, collapsing to the ground, his face contorted in agony. Confusion washed over me as I instinctively leaned back, scanning my surroundings for any signs of an attack."AAAAAAAAAHHH!" The demon's agonising cry echoed through the air, assaulting my ears. "What's happening?" I asked, bewildered, desperately seeking an explanation.Sam's demon lunged forward, brandishing a knife he had retrieved from his chest, and plunged it directly into my demon's heart. A chilling realisation began to sink in. "You're losing. That's what's happening," Samael sneered in my ear. I was utterly confounded, disturbed by the unfolding events, rendered speechless as I watched the scene unfold before me."But... But he was winning." I murmured, blinking my eyes slowly as if they were deceiving me. My demon had been on the brink of victory. And now he was on the floor with no visible wounds, screaming as if he was being skinned a
"They do not get a peaceful afterlife. I make sure of that. As the devil, I can do with them whatever I please." He declared while I kept my gaze fixed on him."Fair enough." I said in a simple tone.Everybody looked at me. The males, Guirita, Shea, Samael."A human agreeing with what we do? Interesting." The male next to Guirita said, looking away again. I shrugged my shoulders. "If my child got raped, I would want them to end up in hell." I said truthfully. "But you're human... You're supposed to be all fair and square, and against any violence." Burta said."Not all humans are the same." I stated with another shrug. "No, we found that out quickly when we were in Lust." Burta retorted.Lust. Elle. Adrian. They had to know I was here. Somehow, they just had to know I was here. I was so close to my best friend, so close to my freedom."Right, this conversation is over. Fay, you'll join the hunt tonight. Clothes will be prepared for you. Burta, Janson, come with me. We need to discuss
I watched as Samael disappeared around the corner, still clutching the knife he had given me. Once he was out of sight, I turned and decided to explore the gardens in hopes of finding a way out of the castle grounds. If the hunt was outside castle grounds, there was a way out of here. If I could just make my way to Lust, I knew I would be safe with Adrian and Elle.God, did I miss my friends."Hello." I said to the first demon I came across. He froze, looked at me, quickly looked away and walked off without saying anything. "Hello." I said to the next demon I came across. He didn't even look at me. The demon just sped off in the direction he came from and didn't look back.The garden was empty. Everything that bloomed here, bloomed high and some points were even like a maze."Hey!" I happily said when I found a demon walking around, a big sword in his hands. He also looked at me as if I had gun pointing at him and took a step back. He looked like he was patrolling the grounds and sudd
She led me back into the gothic castle and the cool air caressed my skin almost lovingly, like it invited me in.I would have preferred to stay outside.We walked through the castle, passing numerous demons dressed in various outfits, some guards, some maids, all avoiding eye contact with me. Some even turned to face the wall, and I couldn't decide which was worse - being openly stared at or this strange behaviour. The demon woman who was leading me through the castle didn't look over her shoulder once. She knew I was following anyway, my steps were loud enough.I would definitely make a terrible spy.She guided me back to my room. Probably a good thing because I wouldn't of have had a single clue where it was.There was a new outfit laid out on the bed and I sighed at the lack of fabric one again. But anything was better than this skimpy dress. The demon woman stood in the corner, her gaze fixed on the floor. I knew what I needed to do. I had to change into another revealing outfit.
“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