"Touch me again with those filthy hands and I'll gorge your eyes out!" Victoria threatened him. But he only gave her a cocky smirk. "I know you like it. And you want it," his voice was in a whisper, a seductive dangerous whisper. He still had her hands pinned above her head. She looked up at him with anger in her eyes and said strongly ,"I don't want it! Get out of my sight!" The 'it' he referred to was sure tempting. But she shook away those inappropriate thoughts. What was she thinking? Is it because she had been deprived of any sexual pleasure that she would feel sexually attracted to any man? Not just any man, but him!The lips she had just tasted were fine, supple and hot. It made her heart beat so fast she swear it'll jump out of her chest soon. She had kissed a man before. Her ex boyfriend. This wasn't her first kiss but it made her feel like it was the end of the world, something she'd never experienced before. She'd never experienced such passionate and vigorous kiss. She
"Speak," Daemon commanded the moment he left the room.Mighell was breathless. His black hair was messy from running against the wind. "The people are protesting. They want you to abdicate your throne to the Tenth Lord, Gregory," Daemon scoffed. "Gregory again. Seems like he wants things the hard way," Gregory the Tenth Demon lord has been making endless troubles for him ever since the day he sat upon the grand golden throne. He was also against Daemon, trying to win the people's trust and respect to topple him over and take his throne as the new emperor. Gregory has to be eliminated. But how? If he simply kill Gregory, all his subordinates who are dead loyal to him and the people will not be convinced. They will start a riot. He needed a change of power. Although ruthless and powerful, he didn't have enough talented people working for him. Stress caught up on him as he buried his face into his palms and sighed. There was so much to do, so much and ..... he realised he was runni
FLASHBACK Five years ago. "Please help me, sir. Please give us some food," the refugees begged pitifully. Some of there were on their knees, kneeling and bowing down to Gregory, the Tenth demon lord. He sat cockily on his luxurious chair with his head held high up and one leg crossed over the other. "Guards, throw all these filthy refugees out. If any resists, kill them on spot.""Yes , sir!" The guards forcefully dragged the refugees away. They beat up the ones who refused to go. They kicked a pregnant woman, causing her to miscarriage. It caused a huge commotion. But the guards showed no pity to the crying woman who now lost her baby. They continue to drag her away as she bleed. Daemon arrived and saw the scene. "How bold of you to treat the refugees like trash! Do you know what crime you have committed!?" Daemon was angry. Mighell stood by his side. "Crime? Oh! It's your majesty The Demon Emperor. Sorry for not greeting you earlier," Gregory pretended to be polite. But his wick
"Then let's pay The Dark Lord a visit," Daemon said. He fiddled with a knife while thinking. He needed to do something, something to show his victory over Gregory. Since Gregory wants to win the support of the north demon lords, fine. He'll beat him to them first. Anything that Gregory wants he will take it first. He'll be sure to piss that motherfucker to death. Mighell stood in front of him, scratching his head. "Are you sure, my lord?" He was hesitant. "Why are you so scared of him?" He glanced at Mighell who had a timid look. Mighell was never one to be timid. He was Daemon's most capable assistant and right hand man. He had a fairly high position which gives him fame, status and power equivalent to a lord. "My lord! That man is really scary. I couldn't bring myself to meet him. Let alone talk with him," Mighell lowered his voice on the last part of his words, afraid to disappoint Daemon more. That scary, huh? He wondered. He must have a reputation that caused fear to everyon
"The Dark Lord is a ruthless and cruel man, your majesty. Do you want to meet him? You have to be careful at all times," Fayes said with concern in his voice. Daemon studied Fayes. Everyone would be waiting for him to get killed or hurt in some ways. None would tell him to be careful. But Fayes ....... The man was either good at pretending or was really sincere. Who knows, Daemon thought. This world was really sinister and no one could be trusted. "Yes. I 'must' meet him," he answered. He had decided to return Fayes' mother to him. With a snap of a finger, two guards arrived escorting an elderly woman. The moment she saw Fayes and Fayes saw her, they ran and embraced each other. It was like both mother and son haven't seen each other in years but still remembered what the other look like. Daemon smiled mentally. It was something touching that could make him smile. It reminded him of his late mother. Having a mother was a treasure he could never have in his life. To him, his mother
Everyone bowed down low and stared at the dirt ground as a man with a teenage girl by his side walked through. A few soldiers wearing black clothes and metal masks that covered their faces, leaving only the eyes to be seen, followed behind with their chests up in pride. The man made his way to the metal mines and inspected them. Soon afterwards, his face cringed in disgust and anger. Something had caught his attention. "Master, we are inspecting the mines. What's wrong with it?" The girl looked up at her master with her lips pouted in annoyance. He was ignoring her and had been ignoring her the whole day! Harvey observed the mines and noticed some mistakes. The wastewater wasn't disposed properly which could lead to polluting the rivers and lakes. The rivers and lakes were the water resources for the people living around the area."Who is responsible for this?" He demanded. All the workers looked down and gulped with fear. A man began to tremble with beads of sweat dripping from hi
"I want you to do something for me," Daemon said. Black Dagger nodded. It was night time and the room they were in was dimly lighted by a few candles on the chandelier hanging above. They were the only ones in the room, and though it might seem suspicious to have a man and woman in a room, Black Dagger didn't care one bit. She was emotionless like a living dead. There was no one around. It was eerily quiet. But little did they know that there was someone eavesdropping on them. Not far behind the door stood a man. He leaned his head toward the door, trying to make out what their words. He was quiet and careful not to make a sound. He watched from the tiny slit in the door as Daemon gave something to Black Dagger. She accepted it. From the distance to where the man hid, the item looked like a scroll or a cylindrical object. Suspicion built up inside the man as he wondered what were they doing in the middle of the night behind closed doors , in a room all alone. "Finish it," Daemon p
"I won't," Victoria said, hugging the quilt tightly. She wasn't going to get up like what he wanted. She wanted to piss him off to satisfy her anger. And it was working, alright. She took a look at his face and confirm he was getting angry. She don't care if he kills her. She was already his prisoner with no way to escape. The security here was so tight. "I said, Get. Up. " His voice was serious with a murderous aura. But she didn't budge. Instead she stared at him, challenging him head on. Fine, he sighed. He approached her and push her with force on the bed, thus throwing her to the other side of the bed. The bed was quite big for about two or three people to sleep together. He then proceeded to lie down on the bed in the spot where she once was. "Hey! You!" She started to say but then realized it was no use arguing with an asshole jerk head like him. She put her hands on her hips in anger and decided to get off the bed. Fine! He won! Again! She will not sleep beside him. She mo
The doctor walked out, approaching them with a grim look on his face. Although he wore a silver mask hiding the upper part of his face, Felix could still tell his emotions. "He's alive and well. But he's unconscious. He may fall into coma," the mysterious man behind the silver mask said emotionlessly. "Coma? What? For how long?" Felix asked. His face was full of worry. "Who knows. Ask her," he said and walked back into his room. Felix turned his attention to her. "I don't know. I just simply splashed whatever liquid in the bottle onto him.""Now," he sighed tiredly. "I can only pray that he's safe and sound," Felix clasped his hands together into a prayer. "I'm sorry," she blurted out. And she really was. But again, he just sighed. The awkward silence made her even more nervous and ashamed. Why, she wished someone would come and scold or even slapped her face for her deadly mistake. Then she would feel better. But no one did, so right now she felt like a little kid caught steal
He followed the sound and quietly hid behind a tree. He saw a man in his twenties clasping the sides of his head, seemingly in pain. Harvey knew that it was the result of successfully resisting and escaping the fog that actually protects the Dark Forest from any intruders. That fog was considered dangerous and deadly as it causes one to see his inner demons and deepest, darkest secrets a person would kept locked away in his heart - and those can cause a person to die. Die from his dark secrets, die from his sins, die in such a terrible way that inflects no injuries on the body. No one has even been able to break away from their inner demons. But this man was different, he managed to defeat his inner demons and escape from the fog. Or did he really? Harvey suspected. There was another way to break through the fog, the same way he himself did when he first encountered the fog. Till this day, Harvey had to admit, that he himself never gotten rid of let go of his hatred. That was his in
A man just a few years older than Victoria stood in front of her. She now understand why the maids and servants dropped to their knees - it was a sign of respect and greeting to this man who was staring straight into her eyes, demanding an answer from her. Felix heard from the maids' gossip that there was a mad woman running around, screaming and shouting for help. Since Daemon wasn't in to make decisions and orders, Felix was left to himself. When he arrived at the scene, he saw her. She stand out among everyone else with her fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. She looked like on the verge of breaking down. "I ......I....I...," She stuttered. She felt her tongue stiff. "I need help," she said in a low voice. Somewhere deep in her heart, she felt relief when she saw this man. Maybe he could save him. She could see hope shining in his eyes. He stood there, still staring at her. His fierce gaze meant business. "Please, help me. Someone's drying. He needs a doctor." "Where? Wh
She blinked back the tears from her sweet childhood memories. Her eyes were red as she dropped the sword to the ground beside him, letting it clatter loudly. "Where is he? What happened to him?! You know his name," she gasped. She squatted down to his level, clutching her dress tightly to contain her worries. Thoughts ran amok in her head. She feared the worst that her brother was either severely injured or half-dead. "He was here, three years ago," He said, his voice soft and low. "But he left afterwards. I knew, he was a human yet I befriended him," He paused. He had a nostalgic look in his blue eyes. "We were the best of friends," She found it hard to believe. Based on what she know about demons, they hate and want to kill every human they come across. Why, even that asshole Daemon said so himself. Between the human race and demon species, there was only war, hatred and bloodshed. Friendship was out of reach. "That's impossible!" She shook her head. Humans and demons are enemie
Harvey decided to take a stroll outside to help himself think better and to stretch his muscles. He didn't know what Jacinda was planning or what evil intentions she might have. And how did she know about his past? How in the world did she know what he had wanted, craved for many years? Could she read minds? No, he thought it impossible. She can't read minds. She's not Elijah. This woman was hard to guess and hard to read. Perhaps she had been doing or collecting information about him. What a scheming smart woman. He would have taken his hats off for her. The moment he set foot outside, a rush of fresh air hit his lungs with a pang. He didn't know he'd been inside his palace for so long that he forgotten the sweet scent of fresh air. He inhaled the sweet air, letting his shoulders lose, relaxing his body. The Dark Forest was the quietest forest to him. It wasn't far from his palace and hardly anyone passed through it. People had been scared off by its rumours of ghosts, man-eating
Daemon had unknowingly rode into the Dark Forest. And he didn't know what dangers are waiting for him up ahead. His black horse whinnied in fear as it started to panic. The forest was covered with an unusual thick fog that seems to circulate throughout the entire forest. He couldn't see anything nor take precautions. Silently, he hoped that Mighell was safe and sound. "What's wrong, boy?" He bent over to look the horse on the eye. He tried stroking it's fur to calm it down but to no avail. Something was spooking his horse and it was something he couldn't detect. The horse suddenly jerked, threatening to throw him off and it began to pick up speed, galloping faster and faster. "Whoa! Slow down, Salomon!" He shouted over the wind. "Slow down! What's wrong!?" But his horse didn't respond. It was acting weird. His horse had never been this way before. It had basically followed Daemon through his journey - his journey to who he is today. He heard a swoosh of wind coming from behind hi
Victoria wore the maid's clothes, tied the poor girl up and gagged her. She slipped out right under the Blue Marquis's nose and walked through the hall. She headed towards the pharmacy and turned the knob. It was open. Okayyy ..... To be honest, Victoria had no experience with medicine or poison. Just take whatever you can find and shove it down his throat! Her inner voice yelled at her. She was hesitating in the face of thousands of bottles. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to read the labels. They were in a foreign language. The room was big and wide. The smell of medicine and some other scents mixed together made the room stinked. She hates the smell. "Hey! Are you ready? What's taking so long in there!?" From out of pharmacy, in the hall, she heard the Blue Marquis called out towards the direction of the toilet. Oh dear! She better get out of here quickly in case he barge into the toilet. "Are you there!? Why are you so quiet!?" He called again with suspicious rising in
"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get in!?"She felt the cold blade of the sword against her neck, threatening to take her life. She stood rooted to the ground, not daring to make any reckless move. Her life was on the line. Quick! She had to think of something! Something! "I'm his woman," she blurted out those words. Victoria realized what she had just said. Oh my damned mouth! She scolded herself silently. And what's more was that her fingers pointed to the portrait of him, that man who kidnapped and forced kissed her. Oh! She wanted to slap herself in the head. Why did she pointed to him!? What's wrong with her?The man looked at the portrait of Daemon , then back at her. "Very well then," he said removing his sword from her neck. "But you shouldn't be in here. This place is forbidden," "Oh, I didn't know," Victoria faked a surprised expression. She turned and got a good look at the man. He was dressed in blue. Blue overcoat, a slightly light blue shirt underneath, blu
Victoria was set free and the guards didn't even bothered to show her the door. How rude! She thought. "First, you kidnapped me here. Second, you made me sleep with a stranger! Third, you released me, realising it was mistake. And now you won't even show me the way out of this horrendous maze!" She grumbled under her breath. They had given her new clothes to wear, and much to her dislike, the dress revealed too much of her cleavage and shoulders, had long sleeves and frilly skirt that dragged on the floor. Her ample boobs looked like they could popped out any minute and she didn't like that feeling. All those hungry ravenous men's eyes would be on her. Although she looked grand, Victoria didn't like the style and design. It made it difficult for her to run or escape in times of emergency. She walked through a long hall with weird statues of distorted figures on each side. They were really terrible looking! With sharp teeth, extra arms, legs and tails, Victoria concluded that these w