The world spun around me, and the vodka coursing through my body only intensified the disorientation. Sam's grip on me remained tight, and due to the dizziness, I allowed his touch. Stepping out of his hold during our journey to another realm seemed something stupid to do, so I reluctantly held on.My forehead touched his hard shoulder and his fingers dug into my skin more. I just had to overcome this dizziness. When my feet touched the ground, I immediately stepped back, away from the demon king holding me. "Welcome back." Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surrou
"Leave," Samael snapped at the crowd, and every single demon turned around. I almost wanted to plead with some of them to just look at me, to help me. But demons tended to be as loyal as dogs when it came to their King. Nobody would misstep here. Nobody would look at me from here on out.That was completely and utterly unfair. As I looked up at Samael, I saw a woman dressed in royal attire standing close to us, staring daggers at me. "You're cutting me off from the entire world." I stated at the demon holding me, ignoring the woman behind him. "You don't need the world." Samael stated back, his eyes on the disappearing demons. "Of course I do. You can't just take away all social contact from me." I snapped back. His eyes suddenly pierced me, and they were black with anger. "You had social contact. And you decided to fuck those social contacts. So to prevent any more accidents, it's better if you have no contact with anyone anymore for the rest of your life.""You can't do that." I s
My breath hitched when the world around me fell away. A cold touch kept me tethered to the demon realm, but I knew in my mind I was somewhere else. The body behind me held me upright, and the chilling hand on my neck was the only tangible reality. A bright light blinded me for a second, and when I saw what was in the light, I wanted nothing but the darkness back. Before me lay the lifeless bodies of my parents, their throats brutally slashed, while my beloved dog lay broken and bruised beside them. The light blinded me again. Elyse screaming from immense agony was the first thing I heard. Then I saw her, laying on a torture bed, nails sticking out of her skin. Once more, the blinding light transported me to a scene of horror. Elle's tear-stained face was twisted with despair as she mourned over the lifeless body of Adrian, his blood staining her entire body. "STOP!" I cried out, my voice filled with anguish. When the light came again, I sobbed in agony. But this time it wasn't
"This is your bedroom." I stated with my eyes scanning the art on the ceiling. It was a painting of what looked like a fight. It didn't look like two sides against each other, but more like it was just everybody fighting each other. His room could've easily been the home of Dracula. "It is." Samael confirmed, lighting one more candle beside his bed. "Don't you have slaves to do that for you?" I asked, my eyes on his hands with fire in them. "Slaves and servants are not welcome here. Nobody enters my bedroom." Samael responded, extinguishing the flame. "Am I not a slave, then?" I challenged. Sam turned around to me and actually smirked at me. "You're a different kind of slave. You are required to be here. But if you wish to light my room, be my guest." "No, thank you." I scowled in return. I was not a slave. Samael clicked his tongue as if he was annoyed and pointed to a door opposite of his bed. "Your bedroom is there. When you hear a knock or when you are called, come to me at o
Rushing to the door, I eagerly opened it, hoping to find someone there who could help me. The hallway was once again deserted, and I almost stepped out to call for help when my foot touched fabric. Looking down, I discovered a bundle of clothes lying at my feet.My curiosity couldn't be helped.I threw it on my bed and noticed it was less fabric than I hoped for.A dark red, skin tight, way too short dress. The underwear was black and almost too small and when I looked in the mirror, I wanted to throw up all over again. The dress barely covered my ass. And the top wasn't much better. At least my waist looked tiny, but I preferred a burlap sack over this little thing. It was more a top than a dress. Bending was out of the question. Walking the stairs, a big no. Let alone trying to do anything else than sitting straight or standing in the same place, this outfit was completely and utterly useless and I hated it with all my guts.But I had no choice. The dress I wore last night had vomit
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