Mated To The Demon Prince-Chapter 33: Venom
Evangeline.
That was the name she was called that night.
He opened his eyes once again and tried to focus on the female demons trying their best to please him with their dance. It was a welcome back home ceremony for him. But what’s good about coming back when he failed to have her by his side and enjoy this dance with him in his world?
She had always longed to be with him in his world. To see him for who he was and be his forever. When he had the opportunity to fulfill that wish of hers, he trusted the fucking moon Goddess to ruin the chance.
Now, she is with the wolves! His favorite enemy.
Maybe it was time to forget all about her and have her and the moments they shared together be cherished deeply in his memories.
Even though he still admitted to wanting her like he does deeply, he just couldn’t bring himself to embrace the enemy. It was bad enough that he failed to have her be by his side forever but loving a werewolf just because he wants to believe his princess resides in her body was a nightmare to him.
He couldn’t do it.
This must be regarded as the best revenge ever. Forcing the soul of your enemy’s love into the body of one of the elements he loves to torture depending on his mood. Accepting Evangeline could mean freeing the werewolves of his iron grip, and he just couldn’t afford that. Not when he had sworn on himself to be the end of their pathetic race.
But she is in one of them.
The demon prince sighed in irritation.
She could be frightened or worse, disgusted by their kind and wanting to return home when she can’t anymore. She is dead in that world and living as Evangeline would be the order of the day in her life as from now on.
She might be scared...alone...
He found his heart melting at the thought, and he couldn’t help it but feel restless at the terrible things they might be having her go through at the moment.
His Darkness leaned forward on his dark throne. A possessive look in his eyes as he clasped his hands tight.
He would break every bone in their body should they do anything unpleasant with her.
Apophis hissed around him sensing his tensed look.
Whether she was Evangeline or Charlotte, human or werewolf, she was still his, and they have no right to do as they pleased with her.
Judging by how they reason, they might be trying to force her to accept that brainless idiot or manipulate her into thinking it was appropriate to submit to him to have him lay his claim on her.
Every muscle in his body tightened as his eyes moved in jealousy at the thought of another having even a single bit of her.
She is not only his in human form but in every form. Even if she was the surrounding wind—nobody is entitled to breathe it in.
The King of Darkness rose from his throne causing the entertainment happening before him to pause. The ladies all stared up at him as they failed to please him like they did every time. He was never interested in how they swing their naked hips and call him to be entranced by their seductive moves.
They all flinched back in fear when his eyes burned heavily on them all in displeasure. The poor demons just shivered and quickly lowered themselves on their knees and bowed down completely before him in submission. Apophis hissed at them as it crawled to his master’s dark throne.
He looked at them, each one bowing low and trembling under his piercing gaze.
Why can’t any of them look like her?
Why were they so terrible at their job to make him forget everything about her completely?
His eyes closed as he carved out an image of her once again in his dreams.
He has never seen a thing so perfect and innocent like her before in his existence.
Both of his hands balled into tight fist.
And he wants her. So badly that he wasn’t thinking straight.
’’Evangeline...’’ he whispered to himself.
Charlotte.
They are the same person as long as he could still see those warm brown eyes inside those cold blue eyes he met with that night. He had them dismissed with a wave of his hands and turned to his pet snake the moment they were out of his sight.
It would be insane to leave her all alone in the camp of his enemies without protection from him. The whole world would answer to him if anything wrong should happen to her again.
He stretched forth his hands towards the enormous reptilian curling its body around his throne. Apophis hissed darkly in pleasure as it came towards his master and raised its black head to stare eye to eye with the Demon Prince. It’s forked tongue slithering in and out of his fanged mouth as it drew closer.
He slowly raised his hands and placed it on both sides of the giant snake head bringing it closer to his face.
The silence between them lasted for about fifteen seconds as its master stared at him briefly in thought.
’’I have a sweetheart I want to protect.’’
The snake hissed at him in response.
’’Her name is Evangeline, and she is unfortunately stuck in the house of our enemies.’’
The snake coiled its massive body, poised to defend and fight for anything its master held dear.
The Demon Prince pulled the snake closer to himself, his eyes darkening as he gazed into those slit shaped eyes that had caused terror into the hearts of many.
’’Kill anyone, animal...destroy anything that dares stand against her. Even if it is a God, don’t hesitate to introduce them to your venom. You will only live longer than this in my hands if she is well-protected by you from danger.’’
The giant snake flinched back in fear knowing it gets to remain on the good side of its benefactor if it protected Evangeline with its all.
The Demon Prince let go of the snake once it hissed back at him in understanding.
He watched it lowered its head on the floor and crawled back to a corner. It began to take what looked like the imitation of a person. It couldn’t be seen slithering around in his gigantic form in the werewolf kingdom so it had to will itself more to a considerable size.
Apophis came out walking on two legs, long dark hair resting on his broad shoulders as he emerged from the darkness to bow in submission at the Demon Prince.
’’Your wisssh isss my command,’’ he said.
