Mated To The Demon Prince-Chapter 76: Hellish

’’Leave,’’ he repeated. ’’I won’t be nice if I get to walk you all out myself.’’

The old demons didn’t waste a second by pushing themselves out of the room, leaving behind their healing tools as requested.

He immediately let go of his royal robe as he approached his woman. The sight of her scared back was definitely going to haunt his sleep. He noticed how her werewolf blood struggled to heal the wounds as she remained unconscious on his bed.

The first thing he touched was her long, white hair, taking it away from her back as he settled beside her. He took off one of his gloves and began to speed up her healing with the help of his powers.

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He stayed up all night and ensured she survived. When it was morning, he was done and began to bandage her up slowly. Thankfully, it wasn’t as deep as he feared it to be.

A whip from hell was not just designed by him to cut through the flesh but the bones as well. He would die if anything further than this happened to the body that sheltered his precious human.

After healing the one on her arm to, he leaned on the headboard of the bed and drew her gently to himself to rest on his chest as his arms wound around her waist—her back pressed against him but not too much to cause any discomfort in her state.

When he was calm and collected, thousands of questions then flooded his mind. The first being what she was doing here and how those dumb families he entrusted with her upkeep were so careless enough to let her wander to his territory to be killed by his demons.

This better not be one of Ira’s dirty tricks on him again in an attempt to hurt what he holds so dear to his heart.

He would set her precious moon on fire and end this world she is so proud of creating in one night if it had been worse, or he came back to find her body being shared by his demons.

He held her tighter, as if not sure that she was safe.

The quiet calls for him in her sleep had him burying his head deep within the crook of her neck in response.

He wasn’t yet sure how she would react to knowing her beloved Ree-ree was him. He was confident those brainless dogs would have brainwashed her with all sorts of stories about how evil he was. Though, he wasn’t denying the fact that he is bad. But he wasn’t yet ready for her to know this truth about him.

He loved that time when it was just her and him as her precious Ree-ree. Her true companion. But things have changed, and the roles have been reversed. He was now back to himself, and she had taken a form he was prepared to strive to develop the same affection for.

She was now a beautiful werewolf princess.

His werewolf princess.

He took a strand of her hair and wished they could always remain like this forever or better yet, go back to how things were before her death. No matter what, he would always miss when her hair was still soft and brown, when her cheeks would light up like little fireworks when she was happy. The slight sparkle hiding in those brown orbs he would spend a whole day admiring.

He was still yet to find anyone in comparison to her. In this world and in the next, in the heavens and here in the dungeons.

Evangeline woke up that evening alone in a strange bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. The searing pain in her back, now reduced to a dull and slight throb, added to the sadness she felt from the dream she had. When she was still alive back in her world, she didn’t really count herself as a dreamer. But now, she dreams more frequently than blinking her eyes. And they were all painful ones which involved her being alone in strange worlds without Ree-ree’s presence.

She managed to pull herself to a sitting position to know her dreams were just like what her reality was now. It was painful to know, and she could do nothing about it.

Evangeline’s eyes moved in discomfort as the numbing pain in her back grew sharper the more she moved. She wished there was a way to make it all go away now. She looked down to see she was putting on something that wasn’t hers. It revealed her neatly band aid back and her injured arms. She wondered who put this on her and looked around to find no trace of her cloth in sight.

How long did she pass out here?

How did she end up here and whose room was this?

The dark red bedsheets and the scary looking paintings of hell that were all glaring deep into her soul made her not be at ease. The room had this dark and forbidden aura surrounding it, and it was nowhere close to be called as someone’s sleeping place. She would rather not imagine a person would feel so comfortable sleeping directly opposite a twenty - feet goblin with its sharp teeth revealed in a monstrous snarl. The thought of it alone was absurd.

She slowly moved from the enormous king-sized bed and her eyes widened in horror at the monstrosity gazing into her soul that was carved to the headboard. Its bright red eyes and the dark feel it gave told her to leave whatever this place was before things got worse than this. Though she did not feel properly covered to escape here. But if she was still held captive in the dungeons, she needs to leave now that she has the chance or god knows what they were going to do with her next.

She looked everywhere for her shoes or any she could wear and found none. Her long white hair falling like a mess all over her as the black silk gown she was putting on clung to her body, making it a bit difficult to walk around comfortably in them.

She was just going to be running barefoot for now.

But what about the soul-seeking fruit?

Shit!

Eva cursed in her as she paused, not too far from the dark, golden doors that seemed like they exist out of this hellish room.

What was she going to do about that?

She can’t run without the soul-seeking fruit! The main reason she came down here and her ticket was to win her grandmother’s acceptance and be let loose of some guilt.

Should she escape first, recover then come back with a better plan with more knowledge about this fruit and where it could be found exactly, or should she still hang around for a miracle?

She pushed her hair out of her face to think, as she needed to decide quickly, or it might be too late. Whoever put her in here was definitely coming back to check if she was still asleep, and must not be caught awake either.

When it was too difficult to choose what to do, she just decided to get herself out of this room first. It scared her to the bone, even though it wasn’t ugly. In fact, it was furnished with gold and other expensive jewels and decorations, but it lacks that welcoming feel to it. She would rather have herself in a more conducive environment to be able to think straight and make the best decision!

She walked up to the door and was about to pull on the golden handles, but stiffened when the handles turned, and the doors were slowly pushed inwardly, having her take a few light steps back in horror at the figure that blocked her way.

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He was unmistakably the most interesting and gorgeous male to ever exist. Not to talk of him being familiar in so many ways and unearthly. He was tall and naked from his waist upward. He dressed like he was some kind of pharaoh from her world and a mask shielding his face again. His otherworldly tattoos and hellish inscriptions clothing his defined torso and adorning his clean, white skin.

His hooded dark blue-red eyes that seemed to sparkle like diamonds observed her in slight surprise before returning to their cold and intimidating form. His enviable hair tied neatly into a high ponytail and some held together with a dragon hair-pin that must have been worth more than her whole life back on earth.

His eyes moved as if trying to predict her next move, only that she was too struck by him to act or do anything.

Was he the one that brought her here?

The owner of this room?

And possibly the entire of the dungeons and the rumored evil demon prince.

Evangeline’s destiny.

She gulped as she found herself locked in his gaze. He didn’t need to breathe to affect her in several ways. Not only was his enigmatic look blessed with so much power to render even the most well-trained woman tempted with many ideas...he was scary and didn’t just look dangerous—he was one.

It showed with the way his full, pink lips were set firm in an attempt to make a smile slipping from them impossible. His gaze was venomous and piercing, and he gave the aura of someone in-charge of monsters set out randomly to kill, destroy and conquer.

What exactly have I just gotten myself into?