Chapter 33: Escape

I scoffed at the name Beelzebub called me; there was no way I would ever become a demon, and to make things worse, he wanted to make me his queen.

Beelzebub stood up from where he was sitting and walked up to me, standing in front of me, holding my chin with a smile. "When you finally become a demon, you will become my queen," he said. I didn't move or say anything; I kept hoping Master Yung would show up any minute before things got weirder. I quickly brushed his hand away from mine.

"Let me go," I mumbled. He turned his back and returned to his seat.

"Please proceed," he said, raising his hand and sitting down majestically on his throne. An old woman, looking like a witch, stepped forward. I started getting nervous as she brought out a knife and used it to cut my hand, then she brought out a black cup and made my dark, red blood pour inside it.

"What the hell?" I whispered, crying in pain.

Three men came rushing in, breathing heavily, and bowed their heads to Beelzebub, whispering s