Chapter 84: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS (4)
By the time the suns had climbed high in the sky, casting their harsh light over the demon realm, Velmoria had completed her morning duties. As the hour of the tea time approached, Velmoria constantly fidgeted, the need to find someone to feed on gnawing on her with every second. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself with chores or idle chatter as she worked, it was as if a switch had been flipped in her, since that
The morning moved quickly, and by the time the hour of the planned tea time approached, Velmoria felt with certainty that she wanted nothing more than to run away.
The tea party, as Queen Arella had instructed, was to be held in the garden, just like before. The garden had been decorated simply, but tastefully, seeing as the queen had invited only those she had seemed to like from the day before.
Velmoria was sad that she had not joined in on the first tea party, if only to see how the queen would act around the haughty nobles.
However, she had had duties to attend to on that day, given by the king.
Velmoria sighed, as she looked around the garden one last time. The deep blue table linens that had been chosen matched beautifully with the white roses and tables of the garden. She stood at the edge of the, inspecting the placement of some floral arrangements, as she steeled herself. Her hunger grew with every passing minute, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stay standing, let alone do her work.
It was not a physical hunger gnawing at her, it was, she realized now, something deeper. Ever since she woke, and since she saw the angel in the dining area, which made it worse. Her instincts, usually sharp and reliable despite being a lesser demon, were now muddled with something unfamiliar.
It had everything to do with ... need.
The realization hit her like a blow to the chest, as the realization of what it might be struck her. She was no fool. She had grown up wishing for fated mates, for true love. But now, she did not want anything of the sort. She had a mission to fulfill, to the demon queen, to her king.
She scolded herself internally, ’This is ridiculous. He is an angel. Untouchable.’
Although she said this to herself over and over again, her body did not seem to get the message. Her teeth itched as her fangs grew longer with each passing second. It was utterly maddening.
As she adjusted the last vase of roses, the strong flowery scent of the roses doing nothing to help with her need, she pressed her nails to her palm, drawing blood. The pain grounded her enough, and she shook her head in frustration.