Iblis yanked the door open and hollered. "Servants! Where are the servants!?" His loud roar reverberated in the open hallway, startling the guards and servants in the palace.
The Demon Queen woke up with a start, shivering slightly, heaving roughly as her wild eyes nervously scanned the room. "What's going on? Why is Iblis shouting?"
"My Queen, something must've happened with his new purchase." The personal servant of the queen reported lukewarmly.
"New purchase..." A strange expression appeared on Queen Nymrit's face. She wondered if this was the thousandth or the thousandth and one. "Go and see what happened."
"Yes, My Queen." The servant stepped back and dipped into a bow.
The Demon Queen tiredly waved her away and settled back on the soft mattress.
Images of her past flashed before her eyes, taking her to the time when she first met the Demon Lord. He had been stunning, a breathtaking sight to say the least, causing her to give him her heart and soul and abandon her family. At that time, she had been blissfully naive, disregarding the rumors and ignorantly jumping into the flame like a moth.
It was her folly to fall for his charm. Again. Over and over again, even when she knew what he was and what he was capable of. Even when his heart was too cold and dead to love another, she held hope that one day, he might just turn and the iceberg would melt under her radiant eyes.
But after so many years of waiting, nothing changed. And now her heart didn't even ache when she heard he was with another woman, yet again.
Releasing a long sigh, the Demon Queen closed her eyes and tried to return to the land of sleep.
In the crimson palace, a squad of servants shuffled through the dark corridors towards the room on the far corner of the palace. The dim lighting and cold air made them shiver in dread, as a feeling of unease invaded their hearts.
"Hurry, hurry. If we're a second late, the Lord will feed us to the Wyverns!"
"Fucking hybrid! What did she do to evoke the wrath of the Lord!?"
"Forget about her. Right now, we should worry about ourselves."
Trembling in trepidation, the squad of servants picked up their pace and arrived at the door of the room allocated to the Demon Lord's new bedmate.
"My Lord, we're here! How can we..."
"Damned servants! Where the hell did you all disappear to!? Go and call the Healer!" Iblis kicked the servant groveling at his foot and pointed to the woman lying in the pool of blood. "If she dies, you can all kiss your families goodbye!"
The servants blanched as a bout of chill invaded their limbs and seeped into their hearts. The Demon Lord's ruthlessness was known throughout the northern hemisphere. Any region he strolled through would be littered with severed limbs and headless corpses.
If such wrath was focused on them...the servants broke out in cold sweat and scuffled out of the room.
"The healer! Where's the healer!?"
"Damn it! Check the medical wing!"
"Not there! Someone saw him head towards the dining area!"
"Go, go, go...move faster!"
Like ants on hot coals, the squad of servants raced to the Dining Hall and pulled the white haired man out of his seat.
"Hey, hey! What is going on here!?"
"Sorry, Old Man. Our lives are at stake right now. We'll explain everything later!" Without wasting any more time, the group of servants dragged the white haired elder behind them as they raced towards the little palace room.
Back in the room, Iblis was seated on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the woman on the floor in confusion. "I can have your body, but not your soul? Is that what you mean?"
Funny. Truly hilarious.
After living this long, not even the vampire king and werewolf king dared to provoke him. And yet, a little hybrid female dared to look him in the eye and challenge him? Has he grown soft recently or did she lose her mind?
Iblis wanted to know this so desperately that he was prepared to do whatever it took to keep the wench alive. Life was so dull and boring that he had long grown weary and tired.
His Queen and the numerous mistresses in the palace worshiped him and begged for his attention. They were all the same, lustful and needy to the point of revulsion. He found it to be a strenuous task to even glance at them, as the desolate mountains and lakes were more pleasing to his eyes.
It was probably because he had gone through too many women in his quest to get an heir. His heart didn't stir, nor did his core burn and ache with need at the sight of a woman's naked body. He stopped feeling the lust and desire symbolic to healthy men a hundred years ago.
He thought he had grown numb and immune to the pleasure of flesh...until he saw her.
This was the first time in a long while that he felt his body stir at the sight of a woman. A long, long time since someone dared to challenge him.
If he let such an interesting toy slip his grasp, then what else would he have to live for?
"A hybrid. I've never seen a hybrid who could command the element." If he wasn't wrong, the stake that breached the window was a manifestation of wood element. Witches and fairies could perform flashy magic and cast spells, borrow the power of the five elements to assist them in attack and defense.
But they didn't have the ability to command the elements.
"Hehehe...Interesting. Very interesting."
When the healer and the squad of servants entered the room, it was this sight of their Lord sitting with his legs crossed, one arm supporting his elbow, while the other stroked his chin in a thoughtful manner and cackling sinisterly that they witnessed.
The poor servants almost lost their soul from fright.
"Damn, damn! The Lord is smiling! Why do you think he's smiling?"
"You ask me, then who am I supposed to ask?"
"Maybe he's thinking about how he'll drink the woman's blood and rip her to shreds after she recovers."
"Or maybe, he's thinking about how he's going to punish us."
Cold silence settled over the group, and their minds started to wander. How would the Demon Lord punish them? Rip off their arms? Throw them to the electric eels, razor fanged wyverns, or dark specters?
There was also the bone ghoul...
The more and more torture beasts flashed through their minds, the colder and colder their hearts became.
"My Lord, the woman sustained a fatal wound. Without a dragon's heart blood, it will be difficult to save her." The healer who was hunched over the naked woman, sighed regretfully before rising to his feet.
"A dragon's heart blood?"
"Yes, My Lord. The woman's heart is damaged beyond repair. If not tonight, then she'll be dead by morning. A dragon's heart blood is the only thing that can heal the damage and give her a chance at life."
Iblis narrowed his eyes. Under the red candlelight, the woman's pale complexion radiated a lustrous sheen that belied her deteriorating health. Her unrestrained, mad laughter resounded in his mind, mocking and jeering to his ears in their content.
'You can have my body...if you want my soul...hahaha...no way, Jose!'
Iblis rose to his feet and viciously kicked the nearest servant, abruptly snapping the dazed group back to their senses.
"You lowly servants! Go to the Isle of Eve and bring a dragon's heart blood! If you fail to return by midnight...Heh...you can kiss your families goodbye!"
"Yes, My Lord!"
With cold sweat trickling down their foreheads, the squad dipped into a uniform bow and hurriedly scuffled out of the room.
The same anxiety, the same trepidation, as when they sought the healer, marred their features. Only this time...their task was more dangerous than grabbing the healer.
Was she afraid of death? No, if she was, then she wouldn't have dealt such a fatal blow to herself. Then he must've been too frightening.No...if he was, she wouldn't have dared to laugh in his face...Iblis paced around the pool of blood, his crimson-dark orbs fixated on the woman as he internally mused to himself. Hours had passed since the servants left, but there was no news of their return. He found himself growing increasingly restless as the night deepened.Insolent woman! Foolish woman!"Bold woman, since you dared to challenge me, don't even think about dying so easily!" Iblis hunched down and forcefully gripped her chin, hissing in her blood smeared face with a vengeful edge. He was so riled up that he didn't even notice the blood foam seeping into his body through his pores."When my servants return with the dragon's heart blood, I'll show you the consequences of going against me!" Loosening his grip, he rose back to his feet, and resumed his pacing.Another hour passed, a
All too suddenly, a crack splintered through the white void. Shamsiya covered her eyes against the sudden brilliance as a splitting headache pounded through her skull, and distorted her thoughts. The crack widened, then shattered into a giant explosion. A powerful force descended, and she flew with it as it yanked her consciousness out of the void of nothingness."How is she?""Demon Lord, the woman is now out of danger.""Hm. You did well. Stop by the Treasury for your reward.""Thank you for the grace, My Lord.""Alright, you can all disperse.""Thank you, My Lord!"Shamsiya groaned painfully. Her ears throbbed from the enthusiastic shout of those around her. Creasing her brows, she tried to open her eyes, but found the task excruciatingly agonizing as a stab of pain pierced through her chest.Curses! It hurts like hell!The pain, without a doubt, was a clear sign of her failure to commit suicide. And by the sound of it, the damned Demon Lord had a hand in it.At the thought, a sens
The dungeon was an underground jail-like cell built on the back side of Jabril Palace. It was dark, damp, and smelt foul, embodying the misery and hopelessness of the days after the world war. The loud, boisterous sound of intense quarrels and curses entered her ears before her eyes adjusted to the darkness.And when it did, Shamsiya felt a sinister chill slither down her spine at what she saw."This...what the hell is this!?"Earlier when she heard the word Lawless from Iblis Jabril's mouth, she had an inkling of what was waiting for her, and prepared her heart for the worse.Or so she thought.However, at this moment, she realized no preparation would be enough to prepare her for the desperate battle awaiting her.Unaware of her shaken mentality, or just not caring, the squad of servants led her through the dungeon, which immediately fell silent at their appearance, and roughly shoved her in the darkest cell on the farthest corner.With a bang, she was locked in the cage."Woman, yo
As she stood in front of the body-length mirror in a wedding dress, Shamsiya felt like she was making a deal with the devil. She doubted this was what the orphanage matron meant when she said good women would be treasured by good men.Her hands were stained with blood. Yes, the blood of vile creatures who reveled in the act of rape, but blood nonetheless. As a murderer, she was no longer a good woman, so it wasn't surprising that she was marrying the demon.But whether it was a good man or a demon, Shamsiya realized she no longer cared.After escaping the hands of death and spending a week inside a decadent cell, her perception of good and evil had already morphed. In that cell, she watched women get raped repeatedly without moving a muscle to help them. Her entire focus had been on herself and her safety.She used her ability to protect herself, while ignoring the cries of plea. She poisoned and killed with a ruthless edge she never thought she had it in herself.But most of all, she
The Ballroom Hall was decorated in white and pink flowers. A giant crystal chandelier swayed in the center of the room, showering a resplendence of radiance and blue petals on the guests below."Damn! Who is the whore lucky enough to marry the Demon Lord? Is she the princess of the Fae?""I heard she was pregnant. Knowing his desperation for a child, the Demon Lord might just marry her.""No, no, you're all wrong. I heard from a palace servant close to my cousin that the Fae Princess miscarried. This woman is a purchased good.""Purchased good!? Fuck! Who's the slut!?"Separated in groups of threes and fours, the female guests huddled together. The shrieks of disbelief and venomous denial couldn't be suppressed even under the threatening glares of their mates as they animatedly exchanged gossip.Seated on bronze chairs a few feet below the wedding dais, the mistresses of the Demon Lord exchanged inscrutable glances and sweet smiles."Lady Irene, you've known our master for 200 years.
The delicate click of heels on marble sounded behind him. Iblis turned and sucked in a gasp of surprise.His new bride was dressed in silver. The lacy fabric hugged her curves, and enhanced her slender waist, showcasing the exotic flare of her hips and the swell of her bountiful breasts bound in the bodice of her dress. The front half of her ink-black hair was braided with tiny pearls and clasped behind her head in a crown that held up her white veil, while the rest pooled down her back and swayed at her knees in thick curly waves. As she walked towards him with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, the light from the chandeliers showered her with a luminous radiance that took his breath away.Beautiful.How could there be such a beautiful creature in this world?She had been in his palace for over a week. He saw her in clothes and without clothes. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible for someone to undergo a complete makeover in a jail. And it was even less likely for that to h
The crowd was beyond astonished at this moment. Their minds went blank, and they stared at the couple with vacant eyes. They could no longer comprehend what was happening.Shamsiya's heart skipped a beat.The Demon King was proposing to her. With a diamond ring.She had prepared herself for his deception. Expected him to treat her with superficial propriety to get into her skirt. Hell, she even expected this entire wedding farce to be sham, a fake marriage where they would take vows before a fake holy man for show. Then after a few days or weeks of acting as husband and wife, a big expose would occur, where their wedding vows would be declared null and void because of the fake holy man.Since the day the demon asked her to marry him, she expected a lot of things.However, she never anticipated this marriage proposal.As a woman without family, without friends, and a bastard husband that took her home by signing a piece of paper, without even holding a celebration feast, she had long c
The crowd of spectators returned to their senses upon hearing the Demon Queen's words. A strange expression appeared on their faces, as their gazes swiveled between the husband and wife in silent contemplation. Iblis sighed and grabbed the rings on his bride's thigh. He felt conflicted inside, as he wasn't able to determine whether he was more relieved to be interrupted, and hence, saved from losing control, or more disappointed that the wonderful feeling in his heart disappeared with the sudden interruption of the moment.Suppressing the complicated emotions, he held out his hand, palm up, for his bride. She placed her palm in his, and he slid the ring on her ring finger.Iblis caressed her finger, admiring the silver band with an unexpected flash of satisfaction. "Now, it's your turn." He passed the other ring to her and held out his hand, completely ignoring the presence of the Demon Queen.Queen Nymrit uncomfortably shuffled her feet. The burning stares of the guests made her flu
Sneak Preview Chapter 1-Fall of the Demon Whip! Whip! Whip! "Haha! You didn't expect this, did you? Iblis Jabril, the fearsome demon of the Supernatural World, is reduced to a state worse than a dog!" Queen Nymrit tightened her grip on the Flame Whip and laughed manically as she whipped the chained man over and over again. The Vampire King, Werewolf King, and Fae King watched the spectacle from iron thrones a few feet away. They stared in ridicule at the man who once haunted their dreams, bound and bloody, helpless before a mere woman. "Scream, you bastard! Cry for mercy!" The former Demon Queen roared venomously and spat on his face. The Flame Whip that landed on his flesh shed blood and torched shredded skin, blowing grit into his gruesome wounds. Pus oozed from the stab in his back, the jutting black dagger gleaming like an executioner's cross against his fair skin. But under her almost crazed lashing, the man's features remained numb, with no expression on his face at all.
The muffled coo came in on a draft of wind. Nymrit snapped out of her vigil and strode to her dresser. Heaving the metal furniture to the side, she opened the secret passage. An armored troop of men and women exuding blood and murderous aura emerged from within and spread out in the room. "You're the Demon Queen?" The leader of the troop asked with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Not anymore. You can call me Nymrit." Nymrit Sein Rider gave the armored group a wary grin and gestured to the door. "The one you're sent to kill is in the East Palace. You can leave to search for her, while I perform my part." "I heard you're out for the Demon Lord. However way I look at it, a woman out for her husband's blood isn't trustworthy. And when she's one of the supernatural creatures..." "I don't need your trust. Just fulfill the task you're commissioned for." Ignoring the menacing expression on the group's face, Nymrit took a jewel encrusted box from her bedside drawer, and strode out of her ch
***Mature Content*** Shamsiya's heart warmed at the sound of her husband's laughter. By now, she had been with him long enough to know how rare his smiles were, and rarer still, his laughter. Lowering her head, she gently said, "Husband, put me down. My head is spinning!" Iblis immediately sat her down. "Sorry, Siya. I got too excited." He admitted with a hint of embarrassment. As the demon of the Mediterranean-Euro Region, his heart had long turned cold for him to lose control like now. At times, he wouldn't even feel anything for months. With the passage of time, he began to believe he had a stone for a heart. But all this changed the moment he saw his Siya. Heart swelling with warmth and affection, Iblis led his wife to the bed and sat her on his thigh. "Siya, look." He said, showing her the vial he held in his hand. "Do you remember this vase?" Shamsiya glanced at his hand, and her face softened when she saw the vial. "Isn't this the vase the Holy Man gave you on our weddi
***Mature Content*** The next morning, Shamsiya woke with dark circles beneath her eyes. The demon tormented her the entire night until she fell asleep from exhaustion. He didn't take her the way a husband took his wife. But his fingers and tongue...just thinking about how they pleasured her depths made her blush and her body heat up in lust. Wrapped around her like a cola bear, the man sleeping on her chest stirred with a groan. One of his hands instinctively moved downward to palm one of her cheeks, as he greedily rubbed his face on her mounds and took a nipple into his mouth. "Ah!" Shamsiya threw back her head and moaned. The deep ache in her core returned. Her hands found their way into his dark mane, and she gripped the silky strands to pull him closer, to urge him to suck harder. "Having fun?" Now fully awake, Iblis squeezed her round behind, then moved his hand to her front to caress her silk folds. Parting her thighs, his fingers rubbed her delicate petals and tugged on the
***Slightly Mature Content*** Shamsiya's body burned from his touches. A sultry moan slipped her lips, and she blushed in shame. Now that she was no longer the one taking the initiative, her shyness returned. Iblis chuckled. "After boldly stripping yourself, then removing my clothes, you still have the cheek to blush?" He kneaded her breast until her nipple turned into a hard pebble between his fingers. "No...I..." Her voice cracked. She had difficulty forming a coherent sentence. The electrifying tingles shooting through her body made her feel weak and powerless. Chuckling sardonically, the demon grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. In this position, the thick length of his member became more distinct in her muddled mind as it poked her cave. Shamsiya arched her back. Her open invitation and complete submission to his ministrations, brought a tender smile on the demon's lips. He leaned over and captured her lips in a searing kiss, before resting his forehead agains
Once back in her chambers, Nymrit dismissed the servants and began to bandage her wound. With proper treatment, there was a chance for the limb to regrow. However, every second the wound throbbed, it stoked the flame of hatred brewing in her heart. "Nymrit, are you out of your mind? Even after the Demon Lord publicly humiliated you, do you still want to stay here? Have you no self-respect?" King Sein spat disgustedly, contempt and disappointment marring his features as he growled at his daughter. The man made it clear he didn't want her. But she was still stubbornly hung up on him. How could he give birth to such a disgraceful bitch? Truly, just as the Demon Lord said, she was a shameless whore! King Sein was so angry and revolted by his daughter's decision to marry a lowly servant of the Demon Lord that he overlooked the blazing resentment in her eyes. After raving and ranting for a few minutes, the Werewolf King failed to get a reaction from his daughter. It seemed this pawn had
Iblis contemplated his friend's words. Between his wife Siya, and the bitch in the West Palace, he would, of course, choose his Siya. But if he did that...he would have to return the Hundred Pearls of Light. Those pearls were the only clue he had to his identity and his roots. If he gave them up, he would probably never find out where he came from, or in this case, how he came about. His very existence would remain shrouded in mystery, and as a being that lived for thousands of years, he didn't even know where to begin to trace his ancestry. So the pearls that showed him glimpses of himself with a blurred female were the only link to his missing past. But when he thought of his Siya, his past no longer felt important. He wanted to live in the present and build a future with her. However, without knowing his origins, could he build a future? A groan slipped his lips, as he closed his eyes in frustration. The silence in the region engulfed his senses as images flashed through his mi
She couldn't accept it. The thought of being nothing more than a plaything to the man she loved devastated her more than Queen Nymrit's words. As she wept, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Something within her churned at the sight of her clothes and made-up face. Just as the Demon Queen said, she looked like a whore. Revulsion boiled in her veins. Shamsiya ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. She stood under the shower without waiting for the temperature to adjust. Furiously scrubbing herself in self-loath, she endured the cold rivulets of water as violent tremors rocked through her body. "Husband...how could I consider him my husband? I'm his second wife...nothing more than a mistress..." A plaything to pass time and amuse oneself. As a self-proclaimed, self-respecting woman, how could she be so shameless as to become someone's whore? As a woman, how could she lust after another woman's husband? Death before dishonor? Heh! Once, she had proudly faced deat
"What does it mean when a woman says she wants to own you?" Seated in his study, Iblis stuffed a bite size cake in his mouth as he glanced at his friend. Choking on his tea, Jonis set down his cup and gawked. "Own you? There is actually a woman who wants to own you?" "Why? Is there a problem?" Iblis questioned with a frown. "No, no, it's just..." "Just what?" "I never expected there would be a woman brave enough to love you." Jonis sighed and shook his head. He admired the woman who had the courage to love this man. "Love? Are you saying...she loves me?" Iblis sat up, flabbergasted. Siya and love, that too, him? How could that bold, fearless, and reckless woman...actually love him? He found this harder to accept than the thought of her being his loved one. "Well, when a woman says she wants to own you, it usually means she's possessive of you. That's an emotion only those who feel something for you would express." Iblis rose out of his seat and paced the study. Siya loved him.