The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)

Brother?

I blinked, before fully digesting the word. Brother?! As in...Azma Ra Zir’Kal, the Demon Lord of Lust?

I looked back at the Incubus with surprised, widened eyes. He was darting his eyes frantically toward the door, the cowardly expression finally matched the face.

"Hey, Sisters, can you help me get out of this--"

"Shut your mouth!" I barked at him. Knowing who he was only gave me an initial surprise, and what filled me after that was even more disgust.

Because now, it felt like this Incubus did it simply to disrespect Natha--and me. He should have known what it meant for a Lord to sneak into another Lord’s chamber. Natha had been careful about instigating inter-realm conflict by not meddling with the Lust’s politics but this--what was this dunce thinking?

It would have been better if he was here to kidnap me, or even killed me for that matter, because at least there would be a clear purpose there, for a bigger objective. It would spell respect even in the most degrading way--but still respect, nonetheless.

That remorseless face, that only worried about his commercial face getting an incurable cut from Alveitya. I knew I was naive and ignorant about a lot of things, but I still knew some decency, and this was not it.

At my harsh shout, the Incubus flinched and looked back at me with wide eyes, flabbergasted. But it wasn’t just the Incubus--I saw that Zia froze for a bit from my peripheral vision, and so did the guards that came up.

"V-Val? What...what exactly happened here?" Zia cautiously walked closer toward us--more because her adolescent self couldn’t get too close to Alveitya’s aura. "Why is my brother here?"

"That’s what I want to know," I hissed in response, glaring at the demon below my feet. "Speak or I’ll deem your mouth useless," I twisted the spear’s shaft, prompting the Lord of Lust to hiccup and wince in fright. I recalled the gaze my grandfather used while admonishing his ene--adversary, and practiced it then. "I like to rip useless things."