Heart of Darkness

The destroyer tried to remain discrete in the morning when he was finally able to pull his weakened body out of bed. Skender was somewhere in there struggling but he shut him off. The man could use this time alone. He wanted to disappear after all.

If it wasn’t for the snake who put some doubts into his head and his mate who was clearly drawn to his more gentle side, Skender, then the destroyer would have left Skender lost in the pain of his conscious and taken over his body forever. But clearly, he needed Skender. The control and patience came from his side which was why he was a little worried to be left completely alone now that his priority mission was not to kill. But to win his mate.

He could end up losing control in her presence. He was already too excited to see her, to have her, to make her his. She was his. She belonged to him and nothing would separate them. Nothing!

He took a deep breath unable to deny that he was nervous. Worried to ruin things and what if Skender didn’t come back to fix what he ruined? The mind was a fragile thing after all. They were all creatures made to survive and when the pain became too much that it could cause damage to the brain, the brain did what was necessary to block it. Maybe he shouldn’t have let him remember all at once and left him with a congested mind. He didn’t want to live with a damaged brain after all. It was fine to be called deranged as long as he wasn’t truly insane.

He shook his head. He was worrying for no reason. Skender, that man was strong. If he could control a demon like him, he would wake up still sane, even after everything.

The destroyer pushed those thoughts aside and decided to focus on his mission. While Skender was gone he would make Roxana his. What would Skender be able to do when he woke up and found out that he was already mated to his mate? The destroyer held back an evil laugh. The bond would make him weaker to the pull and he would give in. Of course, he would be upset in the beginning but …well, he would get over it.

“That is enough.” He told the maid who combed his hair. Maybe he should have a little blood, just to control himself.

He grabbed the maid’s wrist and her eyes widened. Her heartbeat quickened. Fear and excitement always made blood taste better. “I will just kiss your hand.” He compelled her before bringing her wrist to his mouth and sinking his fangs into her flesh.

He groaned at the rush of heat at the taste of warm blood pouring down his throat. He thought this would help but he kept imagining sinking his fangs into Roxana’s neck and tasting her blood. That was what he truly craved. It just made him hungrier and he sucked harder, almost forgetting he could kill the human. Not that he cared. He could just throw her body somewhere if it wasn’t for Skender whom he would have to allow to come back.

He pulled his fangs out of the servant’s wrist and sealed her wounds with his tongue. Then he compelled her once again, just to be sure before she left.

Now when he had his breakfast, he went on to his mission. He stood up from his seat and left the room. He knew what he had to do to appear normal. Morning meetings. Alright.

He made his way to the meeting room, hoping some of the demons would misbehave so he would have a reason to punish them. He was really tired of Skender’s nice act and no killing rules. Some people deserved to die. It wasn’t about him being cruel. What good would someone like Ulric for example contribute? He was thoughtful for a moment. Well, maybe a few things but he still deserved to die. Feeling his anger rise, he tried to forget the filthy man and what he did to his mate.

It was a pity that the other filthy one was still alive. The silver-eyed demon was lucky he couldn’t die after taking his mate to that filthy tavern and letting those men touch her. Or perhaps he was unlucky. The destroyer kept his eyes fixed on him as he went to sit down in his seat. Everyone wondered what mood Skender was in today?

No mood. He is sleeping. How unlucky for you, he thought vengefully.

“So what…” Blayze began wanting to pick a fight.

The destroyer knew he was nothing but instinct and lived using Skender’s mind but this demon, Blayze really surprised him. Where was his brain? Maybe he would have to open his head and take a look. He liked drowning but maybe smashing heads would be his new thing.

Lazarus put his hand on the demon’s arm to stop him as a warning. He recognized him and the destroyer gave him a greeting smile. Clearly, he wasn’t happy to meet him again and he send the rest a warning of his presence. Poor thing.

“Zarus, I am tired. I had a rough night with my benevolent twin. Why don’t you lead the meeting?” The destroyer said.

“Of course.” He smirked.

In the audience, the young boy met his gaze as Lazarus began with the nonsense talk. Skender liked this boy and it somehow rubbed off on him. The destroyer couldn’t read his mind but he could still tell that the boy was worried about Skender and wondered what had happened to him.

‘He is fine’ he spoke in the boy’s head. The benefits of being an archdemon. The boy’s eyes widened and then narrowed. Of course, he was still worried and brave enough to come and speak to him after the meeting ended.

“What happened to his Majesty?” He asked him straight.

“He is having a hard time so I am letting him rest.”

“Will he come back?”

“Of course. Otherwise, a few of you would have been dead.”

“William,” Rayven came to his rescue, worried to leave his brother-in-law alone with him. Now that he could die, he also kept his distance not wanting to risk his life. Lazarus had told them all that talking to him was useless. He called him deranged and vengeful. The destroyer scoffed. “Let’s go.” He told him and William followed hesitantly.

Now, what else did he have to endure before he could see his mate? He didn’t know how much time he had before Skender woke up, but he had to complete his mission before that.