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Removing the quilt from her body, Daphne got up and headed for the kitchen. Feeling thirsty, she took a glass of water and quickly emptied it, breathing deeply.

It was past two in the morning. She walked to the front door, grateful that the demon was not around.

Outside, leaning on one of the wooden columns that reached the white ceiling, Daphne contemplated what lay before her, a narrow road that separated her from an open field now plunged into absolute obscurity. It is only during the day that you can see the first signs of an exposed forest that will soon lose its leaves.

Her peaceful moment was interrupted by the sinister figure of the demon. Lorcan was beside her, staring equally intently ahead as if he could see every branch through the darkness. And perhaps he could, she thought. Standing there with her arms crossed in a relaxed position, she turned her head to watch him.

Lorcan’s outline showed part of some locks of hair that fell freely to the sides, reaching only his eyes’ height. That stretched hairstyle he had before had been replaced by a more messy one, making him more accessible, even with his immaculate white shirt and dark grey trousers. Despite his attractiveness, she only saw the worst of the monsters in him.

“What are you doing here?” She asked him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Lorcan’s voice sounded deep and indifferent.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you”.

“Making sure that Rothvaln’s toy is in the right place.”

Daphne snorted at such a comment. “Fuck you,” she said as she walked into the house.

Why did everyone keep thinking that she had so much power in Rothvaln? Many times the King of Demons has indeed tried to kiss her, for God’s Sake; she was about to do it at that time. But that didn’t mean she could manipulate the King himself.

Only when Daphne left, Lorcan sighed, relaxing the muscles of his shoulders.

Many years locked away in that place, having no idea how many things had changed in the Realms. And now? Now he stood gazing out at the mortal world as if it were the most glorious sight he had ever seen. When long ago, for him, this place was a Realm that should never have existed, where individuals like that woman and her brother were weak, inept, unworthy beings. And now he was in this same worthless land, contemplating the surroundings as if it was the first time he had seen it.

Lorcan looked at the door where the mortal had disappeared. If his plans went well, he would finish off Rothvaln through the best weapon he has, her. That insufferable woman. He thought that’s precisely what he was doing. He would take from Rothvaln what he most desired in exchange for Sorana.

Where will she be? He kept repeating himself.

So many mistakes he made, so many because of her. Sorana was his weakness, something he learned after he was caught. Having a vulnerability is the biggest mistake of all. It is the perfect weapon that anyone can use against you and strip you of everything that belongs to you.

“Lorcan,” Teias showed up at his side, wearing his usual reddish leather waistcoat that gave a glimpse of his strong, long arms. His legs were covered with thick leather trousers and a simple but adorned garment of leather sheaths and short belts where his sharp sword and daggers were sheltered in them.

“Any news?” Lorcan asked.

“Nothing yet.” Teias looked sideways, making sure no one would hear.

“No one can hear us now. You can talk.”

“He seems to have hidden her well. We have searched the entire Kingdom, and so far, there is no sign of her.”

“Keep looking. Perhaps you should start by going to other Realms.”

“I thought the same thing anyway,” Teias said, crossing his arms, flexing his strong muscles. “So far, how’s the plan going?”

“We have to wait. Soon Rothvaln will come for her,” Lorcan stated.

“He’s going to destroy her.”

“He won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because if it’s like Maret says, if Rothvaln wants her so much that he allows her to step into the Realm and even locks up one of his own Lords as punishment for making the mortal suffer, then my friend, he won’t be able to kill her when he finds out that it was her who took me out of there. He may have really fallen in love this time.”

“You know I hate mortals as much as you do. But I can’t help feeling strange about Daphne’s future. I never thought that she could ever get you out of there. But she was the only chance we had. After all, Maret trained her well”.

“I don’t care what happens to her or her brother. After all, this is over; she will most likely never see the sunrise again on this land and no other.”

Teias looked at Lorcan for a few short seconds. “I hope then that everything will go as planned.”

“It will.”

The next day, Daphne and Eve had spent some time together walking around.

“That demon is dangerous; you must get rid of him as soon as possible,” Eve commented.

“I know, but I can’t. He is backed up by Teias and the rest. I can’t fight them. I can’t do it alone.”

“We have to find a way to do it.”

“Eve, there is no way. If Rothvaln finds out that it was me, James and I will die, and more than that, we will probably be tortured first. And if by some chance in this world Rothvaln decides not to finish either of us. That demon, Lorcan, will certainly do it.”

The conversation continued for another hour. When Daphne arrived home, her heart suddenly jumped. Rothvaln had his back to her with a velvet royal blue dress in his hand.

“I want you to come with me tonight,” he said without even turning to her.

“Where to?

“I want to spend the night with you.”

Rothvaln turned around. His eyes looked at her carefully. Approaching her, he caressed her face, and a half-smile appeared on his lips. A smile that never reached his eyes.

Rothvaln’s lips kissed her other cheek. It was a kiss full of desire, but Daphne could feel a chill in that gesture.

“Go and get changed,” Rothvaln demanded.

Daphne did what he asked. The long blue dress fitted her body impeccably, her shoulders were uncovered, but her arms were surrounded by the dress’s long sleeves. Her breasts were tight at her heart-shaped neckline.

“You look stunning,” Rothvaln spoke with sincerity.

“Thank you.”

“Come,” he said, holding her hand.

Both reappeared in the Throne Room. Rothvaln took her by the hand to the King’s chair. She had no idea what the purpose of her coming here was.

With a wave of his hand, he made another chair appear next to the King’s one. Daphne felt nothing when the chair, being smaller than the other, seemed almost more omnipotent than the King’s. Its armrests were dark silver and wide, and the pads were a deep purple.

“Millennia have passed, and no demoness has been able to take that place.” Rothvaln took her by the hand. Kissing the inside of it. “Do you like it?”

“It’s just a chair,” she spoke softly.

“It’s not just a chair. That’s my demoness’s rightful place, of the Queen of this Kingdom. The most powerful demoness of all.”

“Your demoness?” Her gaze, which until now was on the Queen’s chair, passed to his face.

“My demoness. Yes.”

“Where is she?”


“What do you mean?” she was starting to feel tense for some reason.

“You’ve heard that Lycans have so-called mates. The other half destined only for you, who will love only you. We demons have a soulmate too. That heart that belongs only to us. But love and unconditionally loyalty do not happen from the first moment”.

“I have never heard of demons having mates. How is it then?” Daphne asked curiously.

“The word mates is not used to describe our other half.”

“My demoness,” she repeated. That was how he referred to his mate.


“How do you know when you find your demoness?”

“Daphne, do you know why I brought you here?” he asked, suddenly changing the conversation.

“No,” she said.

“I have a confession to make. You may have noticed it long ago. For a long time, I believed that a mere mortal couldn’t reach my heart”. Rothvaln brushed her cheek with the knuckles of his fingers. “For a long time, I have loved you more than any other demoness I have known for millennia. I think I have come to love you in a certain way. And sometimes, I have believed that this feeling is reciprocated. Then another thought began to invade me. The possibility that you are my demoness.” Rothvaln gently stroked her neck now. “But then I wonder now… how can my demoness betray me?”

Daphne’s heartbeat began to thunder frantically. The tension, the fear, seized her for every second that passed. Rothvaln knew. And now he held the back of her neck tightly.

“You know, I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t think that Daphne, my Daphne, had betrayed me like that. Why did you do it? Who told you about Lorcan? Who helped you?!!?” Rothvaln suddenly shouted. Taking her by the throat.

She was petrified on the spot for a moment.

“I told you, years ago, when we made the pact that if you betray me, your brother will die.” Rothvaln released her with such force that she fell to the ground abruptly. He snapped his fingers, his eyebrows furrowed, and looked even more furious. “What have you done?!” he shouted, grabbing her by the arm with brutality.

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