Vergil watched the pair go while a vicious headache began hammering him. He couldn’t believe the nerve of that human. The fool dared to challenge a High Prince of Hell like he was his equal! If only Mina wouldn’t have been present that boy would have died on the spot. He growled, feeling his nails pierce the skin of his palms, and disappeared behind a large willow tree before his anger got out of hand.

The demon arrived at his office, passed a hand through his platinum white hair while sighing deeply, and exited the room as if he had been home all along. A maid with cleaning utensils bumped into him at the door.

“I’m so sorry, Mister Larsa. I didn’t know you were home.”

“It’s all right, bellísima. Sometimes not even I know where I am.” His gaze softened toward the frightened human who reminded him of his little dove before he continued down the corridor, sensing Yaellan’s presence in the kitchen.

The son of a bitch wasn’t alone—a human was with him—so he would have to drive the girl away before getting to the good part, the gruesome but extremely satisfying part.

As his footsteps closed in on the kitchen, loud moans and the sweet aroma of incubus cum invaded his senses. The blood boiled in his veins as the smell of sex got stronger with every step he took. How dare he? His stupid subordinate was happily fucking with someone while Mina wandered the city alone? That was unforgivable.

Gritting his teeth, Vergil fisted his hands.

No. What was truly unforgivable was the fact that the incubus was enjoying sex while he might lose his precious wife forever. Everything was Yaellan’s fault … The discussion, the revelation of a cultural custom that he wanted to remain hidden, and of course the fact that he had broken his dove’s heart yet again. He blamed everything on the stupid incubus; one whose life may not last long after he got the punishment he deserved. I’ll kill him if I lose her over this shit!

Just thinking about the possibility of losing Mina over an insignificant argument sent his demonic side into a frenzy and his heart twisted in pain. He wanted the Lilu’s blood covering his fingers and he wanted it in that precise moment.

His claws elongated, piercing his closed palms and making him bleed as he entered the modern fashioned kitchen. The demon in question had a half-naked woman in his arms. She was asleep while the incubus fed from her life force; a thin, smoky thread binding both their mouths in a supernatural but deadly union.

Vergil was behind Yaellan in an instant, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking the incubus’ head back, successfully interrupting the feeding. “You enjoy eating while on the job?” His voice sounded deep and animalistic.

The woman fell to the polished marbled floor, hitting her head. The pain brought her out of her induced slumber, but when her eyes landed on her boss, she panicked. Quickly gathering her clothes, she tried to put on her skirt while apologizing far too many times. Vergil lost the little patience he had left and screamed at her to leave the room immediately. The human whimpered and ran away, leaving both demons alone in the spacious kitchen.

“Do you even know that Mina isn’t in the mansion anymore?” the prince growled, pulling tightly at his subordinate’s hair.

The incubus paled, stammering in response, “I-I … sh-she told m-me I w-wouldn’t be n-n-needed for a while.”

“Of course she would say that after you tried to seduce her!” Vergil yelled, throwing the demon against the stainless-steel fridge. The gray metal screeched and dented a little with the impact but didn’t suffer great damage. “You knew she was human. You knew her moral code was different from ours!” He was in front of Yaellan in an instant, towering over the slumped man like a vulture over a corpse. “Consider yourself dead if I lose my wife over this.” His eyes turned orange-red, and he let his demon side took control.

A fist connected with Yaellan’s ribs, making him double over in pain, but his lord gave him no quarter. Punch after punch, he endured the punishment, trying to control his growing anger … for if he ever dared to fight back, his queen would have him sent to the torture cells of Hell for the rest of eternity.

No one was allowed to touch her precious son except her; every demon under her rule knew that law by heart.

The Lilu screamed when another fist connected with his ribs and a dry sound announced broken bones.

Vergil smiled wickedly. Yaellan’s pain-filled cries were music to his ears, appeasing only a bit of the call for blood and murder that his demon side demanded.

“Please, my lord …”

“Have I given you permission to speak?” the prince growled, and grabbed the incubus by the neck. “You will speak only when spoken to.” His nails turned gray and elongated, piercing the Lilu’s skin. “Maybe this will teach you to stay quiet.” Another wicked smile crossed his features before he moved his free hand and sank all his claws into Yaellan’s stomach. The sex demon gritted his teeth but couldn’t help screaming when Vergil’s fingers slowly pushed deeper into him.

“What’s the meaning of this ruckus?”

At the sound of his mother’s stern voice, Vergil released the Lilu―who fell to the floor grunting and moaning―and walked out from the kitchen. “This bastard let Mina leave the mansion alone,” he said with a stoic mask, walking down the hallway.

“Is that so?” Lilith looked at the beaten demon, an evil smirk painted on her lips. “Then you must be punished accordingly.” She smiled and walked straight to him, her eyes sparkling with delight.

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A/N: This part will be dedicated to MonicaWhiteFranco and gaonly 😘😘. It was because of your beautiful words that I was able to rewrite this chapter. Thanks to you guys now the novel will continue until its ending. Hugs and kisses ❤.

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