Chapter 1223: Euphoria
The Duchess’ eyes slowly narrowed, her almost snobbish air being clipped by Sylas’ expression and words.
In other circumstances, one could say that Sylas was just acting. But in this situation, just the ability to act in the first place underlined exactly that... an ability to do so.
The Duchess knew that her beauty wasn’t ordinary. In fact, the beauty of the Sanguan in general was anything but ordinary. They were amongst the most Ancient of Demons, the most perfect. They wore cloaks to these events not to hide themselves, but instead so that their subordinates didn’t lose their minds.
Their Demonic Wills were so strong that they were even capable of controlling the blood of those around them. In a situation where one lost themselves—something that happened quite often if they displayed their true appearances—bloodlines reversing and eating their hosts alive was a common occurrence.
Sylas wasn’t just looking at her, he was so close she could reach out her hand and take him. And yet, he reacted as though he was seeing just any other beautiful woman.
The weight of his words underlined a man that was more than just an Incubus.
Thoughts swirled in the Duchess’ head, words she couldn’t quite manifest coming to mind. She was so distracted that she couldn’t react when Sylas’ telekinesis took hold of her hand, placing it in his. Before she knew what was happening, she was being stood to her feet.
Sylas’ hand flickered and her robes slipped away, revealing the dress she wore beneath.
A deathly sort of black, it hung loosely around her, not revealing much at all. And yet her lithe, practiced movements, along with the fragile, thin nature of the fabric, caught the outline of her curves. She wasn’t as shapely as Ansla, but there was an enticing elegance to her silhouette, a pert perkiness that gripped the heart.