The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride

"I heard you killed the heir to your father’s throne, and that’s why he cast you out. How much of it is true?" Kai chuckled, low and amused. "Partly true. But I couldn’t kill a Saint like Azrael, even if I tried. No one can. And he did not cast me out. He always wanted me to cause chaos in the world. Only the gods have that kind of power to kill a saint. Az never wanted to be a Reaper. He was determined to ascend. So... your mother and I gave him a little nudge. Helped him slip out of the underworld. We lied that we had killed him with a godly weapon that we’ve found."

He smirked. "He insists he’s not a Reaper, but as far as I know... he still is. Just one who now works for the heavens and his job is a bit different. I feel he is here to take someone, why? I don’t know."

Ren giggled softly. "So he hates that title?"

"Oh, absolutely." Kai licked his lower lip, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "And here we are, gossiping like old souls."

She raised a brow. "Don’t change the subject. When King Xakiel and my mother brought you to the Fae realm... did you ever fall for anyone there?"

Kai gasped theatrically. "My wife is jealous!"

"Hmm, maybe," she replied, unapologetically.

He grinned. "No, I didn’t fall for anyone. But you really shouldn’t complain about the number of mistresses I used to have."

Ren narrowed her eyes. "Are they still living there? Or are you visiting them?" She bit the inside of her lip.

Kai laughed, genuinely amused. "If you mean alive... hmm, that I have no clue about what you mean, I must say they are alive. Some are married."