Chapter 5 - Behold the Prince

~ Eriol ~

I couldn’t contain myself anymore.

Having her near me was already poisonous, how much more if I touch her again? It would be the death of me. But what am I even saying? I am already dead. I am a demon. So what’s the use restricting myself now? What’s the use making myself suffer?

I have waited for her for a long time. Such a long, long time. The three Fates of Hell gave me a clue. They said that my Sarah will be reincarnated in the Anthoni Family, the sixth generation.

With that in mind, I set out to infiltrate myself into the family. A butler would definitely be a good idea. I could gather clues and information about her while posing like that, but unfortunately, nothing happened. I waited and waited, almost becoming impatient until the faithful day came.

I felt the strong, undeniable connection when I saw her, Andrea Anthoni. Ahhh, such a lovely name. She was sitting in the airport lounge area playing a silly game in the modern world.

The moment my eyes locked on her beautiful face, everything about the past replayed in my head. The desperation. The hatred. The anger. The yearning. The desire. The pain. And the love. Yes. The love. A demon like me actually knows how to love.

I could shamelessly say that I love her with all of my rotten heart and I would love her more. Even time won’t stop me. Don’t even say it was all about the lust, because I am the Prince of Lust. I have the power to rule over that one sinful emotion. I could pour it out in every human heart. Bring them to their knees and get them begging... begging to receive that kind of wonderful emotion. Begging for more.

I couldn't, however, use my power on her—at least not deliberately. But being an archdemon, it was somehow difficult to control it. Just like what happened to her in the airport lounge area. My voice that could lull anyone to sleep affected her, and that was even without my control. Another incident was when I touched her bare shoulder for the first time last night. I knew then she felt the scalding heat of my hand. It was a good thing I was able to control it immediately; otherwise, she would have turned to ashes in my front.

Being me is the very reason why I am staying a short distance away from her, but just like in the past where I can’t keep my hands off of her, I am the same now. My eyes could show it, my desire for her, and I know she could see through it too; know it one hundred percent because I could actually read her mind.

If she says I am looking at her like I was stripping her naked, then she was exactly right. I am really stripping her naked. I am already fucking her through my eyes. I am already having lewd thoughts about her just by looking. Yes. I wanted to fuck her. Fuck her senseless. I am the Demon of Lust in the first place. It has been my nature to be lustful. I am meant to be this way. You couldn't find fault in that.

And now, I have finally made my desires known to her. I would have her before this night is through, and no one could stop me from doing that.

I saw Andrea leave together with my current employer riding the Mercedes Benz. I couldn’t help but notice her suddenly becoming nervous after I promised those words.

Hmmm... such a lovely thing, her still being a virgin. Untouched. Untainted. And it made me happy to think that only I could defile her. Only I could do anything and everything to her. Oh, yes, she doesn’t even know what pleasures she could learn from me. She doesn’t even know the sensations I could bestow on her. She would, however, know it gradually starting tonight. Yes, tonight.

Just the thought of this immediately made me rock hard with anticipation.

I licked the protruding part of my lip-piercing and then snapped my fingers quickly. In just a split of a second, I found myself in another place—the convention building of DaisVita Corporation specifically where the charity event was being held. I stood on a small balcony on the second floor while I waited for the Winner Mercedes Benz to arrive.

Teleportations of a demon always come in handy because I could go wherever I want to go without limits. Another skill of a demon would be invisibility. This was what I used in the past to be always beside Sarah, protecting her always, and this skill would be my advantage when protecting her again from this too flashy party where men ogle at her plunging neckline.

After minutes of waiting, the Winner automobile arrived in the receiving section, and then out came my precious flower.

Ahhh, what a pure soul.

My eyes never left her as she strolled slowly in the red carpet together with Marcella. They continued towards the entrance door of the convention hall, looking like the elegant women they were. However, as they neared the opening, a man as tall as me smoothly inched his way into their midst.

I saw Marcella talk to him comfortably and then she introduced him to Andrea. My blood immediately boiled as the man, I think, was of European descent, lifted her right hand, and placed a lingering kiss.

Touch her more and you will never see the light of day human! I shouted in my head like I was a lovesick fool, which, of course, I am. No denying that.

Good that Marcella snaked her hand around the man's elbow thereafter. In that way, he won’t be able to advance his attentions on Andrea.

I teleported myself inside, next to a refreshment table, still invisible. Here, I was able to observe the trio cross the hall and into a center table, where there were vacant chairs reserved for them. This man actually had the gall to even settle himself right next to Andrea. He continued his conversation with her, and then I saw her chuckle lightly, like she enjoyed what he said.

My eyes then hardened. This was exactly what I felt back then when Sarah was wedded to her eighth husband, Tobias. He was her fated mate, her soulmate, her rightful husband. But even that fact didn’t deter me from causing him harm. It was just unfortunate, during that time, a certain stupid archangel thwarted my attempts, so I wasn’t successful in it. However, now, I could certainly do well with my murderous hands. I could certainly make this man bleed without mercy.

So, go on man, touch her if you like. I fucking dare you.

My eyes began to glow a deadly red.

***

~ Andrea ~

Gods, I couldn't seem to calm myself. I tell you, I almost fell down the stairs after I heard Eriol say it. Good thing that I was able to keep my balance; otherwise, it would have been a grand descent to the foyer.

My aunt never noticed my discomfort after she ended her phone call, and even when we were inside her second car, she didn’t say anything other than her excitement at the party.

I don’t know if I should take Eriol’s words seriously, but I have a great feeling it might be a threat. A threat for my virginity and just thinking about it made me more nervous inside. But whatever he was planning, I was sure as hell to avoid it. Maybe I would lock myself inside my room immediately after the party. Or maybe I would try and persuade my auntie to let me stay in a hotel tonight. Or maybe...

Gods, I just don’t know what to do!

But as of the moment, what I needed to focus on was how to survive the charity event without tossing myself into the limelight with my stunning but showy dress.

As I said, Aunt Marcella hasn’t said anything to me, but now that I think about it, she had been acting weird since we rode to the charity ball—like matchmaking-mode weird. And I immediately understood why the moment she introduced me to Mr. Enrique Rafael DaisVita, the son of the owner of the DaisVita Corporation, a major benefactor of the charity, American Cancer Society.

Apparently, auntie has set her eyes on him as a good candidate for me in her matchmaking endeavors. I bet the phone call she had earlier was to inform the guy that I was attending.

Mr. Enrique was a handsome man, however. Very articulate, very well-mannered, and even though it had been just minutes since we started a sensible conversation, I found he had a good sense of humor. I noticed a lot of women glance at our way, clearly looking at him, and clearly sending me death glares.

Huh! By all means hyenas! I won’t even bother if you steal this man away from me!

But Mr. Enrique continued to stay with me, sitting in a reserved seat that was supposed to be for another guest.

“I’m sorry for staring at you too much, mi amor. You are just too beautiful not to look at,” he said in a suave manner, but I was able to notice his eyes dipping ever-so-clearly in my cleavage. Typical!

I just gave him a tight-lipped smile, not letting him show how uncomfortable I was. “Thank you for sharing your time with me, Mr. DaisVita.”

“No, you can call me Enrique, Andrea,” he corrected, and then sandwiched my dainty hands with his bigger, calloused ones. He is probably working out. That would explain the calloused skin.But this was not what made me feel uneasy. It was how he was touching my hand in a rather intimate way!

“I think that is not proper, Mr. DaisVita,” I answered, giving my aunt a fleeting 'help-me' glance, but she seemed rather too suspiciously busy watching the start of the program.

Then out of the blue, his eyes started to thin and almost immediately, he released my hand and cringed in pain.

“Mr. DaisVita, are you okay?” I asked, feeling worried while looking at his contorted face. For a man like him, it definitely wasn’t a normal sight to see, especially in public. He didn’t answer; instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach and doubled over, groaning in pain at the same time.

Now, my auntie finally redirected her attention to us. “What has happened?” she asked.

I shot her a confused look. “I don’t know, auntie. He just became like this!”

“We should call somebody,” she said sternly, raising her hand, signaling a server to come. One arrived seconds later and helped Mr. DaisVita to stand.

“You should go with him, dear. He needs your assistance,” my auntie said while looking at me in the eye. I, of course, was taken aback. She is seriously not asking me that right?! Right?!

Although the lights of the hall were all turned off, I noticed the people at the nearby tables already looking at us. I felt embarrassed then. I wonder if this was what Mr. Enrique felt too, having his charms reduced to this because of a mere stomachache.

“Alright,” I said, but I agreed not because I was worried about the man, but because I felt cognizant of the stares of the people. I wanted to extract myself out of this place ASAP before I turn myself into a tomato. Like I said before, I shy myself away from this kind of attention.

Aunt Marcella was obviously more than willing to let me go with Mr. DaisVita. After giving her a quick peck on the cheek, I followed the server. We headed out of the hall and entered a small corridor, where there were three lounge rooms available.

Another server, who noticed us along the way, helped the first one ease the poor fellow into the couch. I stood outside the room, just staring at them, not knowing what to do. Then, I felt someone touch my back. I immediately turned around to see who it was. I was surprised to see it was Mr. Hot Butler himself, his eyes giving off a spark of what looked like undeniable jealousy.

“Eriol!” I gasped, my heart skipping beats. Then, his threat earlier instantly resurfaced in my head. Great! Just great! Fear flooded inside me.

He swiftly grabbed my left arm and commanded—yes, a butler actually commanded—in a stern voice, “Come with me.”

Oh, oh...

He pulled me before I could even reply. I didn't complain, though. I was actually glad someone pulled me out of this awkward situation with Mr. DaisVita.

Striding out of a corridor, my feet tried to match Eriol’s quick pace, but it was so hard for me considering I was wearing five inches Jimmy Choo stilettos. He held me tightly like I was an important object he was afraid to let go. I glanced at his profile and saw that he was frowning; lips pressed firmly and eyebrows knitted. Gods, he still looked hot even with this expression.

We headed straight to a secluded part of the convention hall. I didn’t bother to ask why, though, but I did wonder if he was sent by my aunt to accompany me. Yes. I think I had to ask him that just to make sure. But the answer to this question came sooner than expected, and it was in a rather unorthodox way, too.

In just a blink of an eye, I was back in my aunt’s house but not just that. I realized we were in my bed chamber.