Hey, did you know the madness we stirred up last night?” a hellhound demon asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“No, I was occupied at the brothel at that time,” the other demon replied, shrugging. “What did you do anyway?”
“Haha, we had quite the feast. We cooked a human alive and devoured him. The look of terror and desperation on his face was something to savor. It was absolutely delicious.”
“Wait, why would you do that? Didn’t Master explicitly forbid us from harming humans? What if he finds out?”
“Pfft, who cares?” The first demon sneered. “Everyone’s doing it these days, and nothing ever comes of it. Why should I deprive myself of a good time?”
The second hellhound demon sighed, frustration evident on his face. He didn’t want to be dragged down by his companion’s reckless behavior, especially with the risk of drawing Master’s wrath. He turned away, his attention shifting to a figure entering the Duke’s mansion.
“Look, that half-breed is here again,” he said, pointing with a clawed finger. “What’s he doing this time?”
“Tsk, I heard he’s just a servant of Lady Bella,” the hellhound demon sneered, his eyes narrowing with contempt. “Why should we bother with these ugly half-breeds? Humans are already repulsive, and these half-breeds are even worse. They should just vanish already.”
“Hey, be careful with your words!” his companion said, panic creeping into his voice. “Don’t forget, Lady Bella is also a half-breed. If she hears you, it could mean big trouble for us.” The second demon quickly distanced himself, as if trying to escape from the danger of his friend’s reckless comments.
Aengus overheard their conversation but chose to disregard it. Now His demonic bloodline had granted him the ability to understand their language. He didn’t know if he should feel lucky or not
As Aengus walked further down the grand hallway, he encountered a group of stunning spacious lawn. The space was adorned with multiple intricately designed stone statues, and furnitures of luxury ambiance.
There, a group of beautiful succubuses were gathered around an ornate table covered with an array of delicacies and fine wines. They were engaged in animated conversation, their laughter ringing out melodiously as they playfully teased one another. Their seductive charm spread far and wide, making the atmosphere sensual.
The succubuses, in clear different from Lady Bella, exhibited an otherworldly allure. Their skin, a mesmerizing shade of deep, regal purple, seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, highlighting their royal lineage. Their elegantly curved horns and blood-red wings, symbols of their exalted status, set them apart as the elite among their kind.
Despite their stunning appearance, Aengus knew better than to be deceived by their beauty. Beneath their alluring exteriors, these succubuses were among the most dangerous of their kind.
Renowned for their predatory nature, they wielded their seduction skills with ruthless efficiency. Through sexual and emotional contact, they drained the life force of their victims, leaving them like empty husks.
This predation was particularly effective on males, who were most vulnerable to their charms.
Aengus passed them, his Darkness Shroud demonic ability ensuring he went unnoticed.
The mansion’s guards, highly alert and perceptive, allowed him to pass without incident, recognizing him as new personal servant of Lady Bella.
Before that, he deactivated the Darkness Shroud near the guards to avoid drawing any suspicion. A slip of suspicion could lead to his immediate execution, even Bella’s influence wouldn’t be enough to save him then.
Soon, Aengus found himself standing before a massive, heavy metal door, its surface etched with dark, intricate runes that pulsed with a faint, ominous light.
Guarding the door were two towering Skeleton Knights—undead, their armor rusted yet formidable, with skeletal hands gripping ancient, corroded swords. Their hollow eye sockets glowed with an eerie, unnatural light, radiating an aura of death and decay that would make most men tremble. The stench of death and decay of the grave clung to them, an oppressive presence that suffocated the air around them.
But Aengus remained unperturbed, his expression calm and composed as he addressed them. “I wish to seek an audience with Mistress Bella,” he declared, his voice steady, betraying not a hint of fear.
The powerful aura of the undead knights did not faze him; in fact, he seemed almost indifferent to their presence. Though he had accepted his current role as Bella’s servant, his mind was already working, plotting the steps he would take to break free from this dark allegiance.
As if in response to his words, the oppressive silence was broken by a sudden, seductive melody that drifted through the air, weaving its way through the heavy door. It was a hauntingly beautiful tune, one that seemed to reach into the depths of the soul, stirring emotions of both desire and dread.
The melody lingered for a moment before being replaced by the sultry, inviting voice of Bella herself. “Come in,” she said loudly, her tone as alluring as it was commanding.
The skeletal guards heaved open the heavy metal door, its hinges groaning under the weight. Aengus stepped through the threshold, the chill of the room seeping into his bones as the door clanged shut behind him.
Aengus, calm and composed, stepped inside, ready to face the seductress who awaited him.
Inside, the atmosphere was dimly lit with demonic pressure, the air almost heavy with the energy radiating from the woman seated on a high-raised throne at the far end of the chamber.
Bella Bellfrost, now Aengus’ master, sat on her throne with an air of regal dominance. Her posture was both relaxed and commanding, one leg draped elegantly over the other as she rested her chin on her hand, her elbow propped against the armrest.
Bella’s appearance was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her dark-angelic wings, with feathers as black as the void, spread partially behind her, casting ominous shadows across the room.
Twin black horns curved gracefully from her head, adding to her otherworldly allure. The black dress she wore clung to her voluptuous figure, accentuating every curve, from her ample breasts to her long, toned legs. The fabric shimmered in the dim light, enhancing the seductive aura she effortlessly exuded.
Her crimson lips curved into a wicked smile as she regarded Aengus with a mixture of amusement and desire.
“So, are you finally ready, sweetheart?” she spoke, her voice a silky caress that sent shivers down the spine. Her words were laced with a potent mix of seduction and command, the kind that made it clear she was used to getting what she wanted.
As she spoke, Bella’s overwhelming charm flooded the room like a storm, an intoxicating presence that threatened to consume anyone who dared to resist. The air was thick with her allure, making it difficult to think clearly, let alone defy her will.
Her attendants, who stood neatly in front of her, were the picture of obedience, their heads bowed in reverence and submission, further emphasizing Bella’s absolute control over her domain.
They lost their will, and a single command from her would put them to death by their own hands.
As Bella’s charm took on a tangible form, it manifested as a dense pink mist, rolling off her like waves of heat and flowing towards Aengus with an intent as clear as it was sinister. The mist coiled around him, tendrils of enchantment seeking to ensnare him, to draw him into an intoxicating embrace designed to captivate and subdue, reducing him to a mere puppet—her love slave.
Yet, as the mist thickened and pressed against him, Aengus remained steadfast, as unmoved as a mountain rooted deep in the earth. His gaze, cold and unwavering, locked onto Bella’s eyes, refusing to yield even a fraction to the overwhelming allure that had brought countless others to their knees.
The Heart of Darkness ability within him pulsed with an ancient power, a dark shield that repelled her enchantments, turning her seductive mist into nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
The room, heavy with anticipation, seemed to still as Bella’s gaze narrowed. Her smile, once confident and predatory, faltered slightly, a crack in the facade of her otherwise unshakeable composure.
For a brief moment, frustration flickered across her elegant features as she realized her charms, which had ensnared so many before him, were powerless against Aengus.
“Hehehe… Quite impressive,” Bella giggled, her voice a melody of amusement and delight. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and cunning as she observed Aengus, clearly intrigued by his resistance. “I knew you were nothing like these filthy men,” she continued, her tone laced with a playful yet dangerous edge.
With an effortless grace, she rose from her throne, her dark wings unfurling slightly as she took a few slow, seductive steps toward him. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to draw his attention to the way her dress hugged her curves, the sway of her hips, and the sultry rhythm of her approach.
She closed the distance between them until she was right in front of him, her presence overwhelming and intoxicating.
Bella leaned in, her face just inches from his, lips curling into a seductive smile. “Now, tell me, what do you want, sweetheart?” she whispered, her voice soft and alluring. Her striking red lips hovered close as she exhaled a warm breath across his face.
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