Chapter 13: The Seven Princes
Averie’s bold statement left Hyerin wondering what fresh nonsense her friend was spouting now. She was afraid to so much as glance at the people gathered.
"What prince of lust can’t even sleep with a single person?" Averie uttered, smiling as he stepped closer to his adversary. "Why are you complaining now, you pathetic idiot?"
’You want to see Asmodeus?’ Averie thought, madness swirling in the depths of his eyes. ’Well, I’ll show you Asmodeus.’
He held the man by the roots of his hair and yanked his head. There was no smile on his face—only a jaw unwilling to let the past spill and eyes full of irresistible lust.
There was no indication of empathy in his actions—only a blend of debauchery and elegance.
Averie stared down into those eyes full of fear. Like a true prince of Hell, he was feeding off that emotion.
"Remember this well—I am Averie Quinn Auclair," he announced, his low voice intimidatingly sinister. "And I am Asmodeus, a prince of Hell."
His unique timbre created the illusion of church bells and pipe organs being played.
"I take pride in my work and will go to extreme lengths to remove any obstacle. Accost me again, and I will not be as kind to entertain you with humor."
Averie pushed the man aside, prompting his manager to catch him before he could fall.
"Anyone else who has an issue with me, step forward," Averie addressed the room. "Make your peace now; there won’t be any opportunities afterward."