The Demon's Mate: Wrath's Delight

Olivia sat quietly at the back of the chapel, her eyes fixed on the wooden casket in front of her. Her grandmother, the only family she had left, lay motionless inside. The funeral service had just begun, but Olivia had already grown weary of the sympathetic glances and whispered condolences from those around her.Olivia remembered the happy times she spent with her grandmother, the times when she would tell her stories of angels and demons. She would describe how some angels would come down from the heavens to guide and protect mortals, while others would be cast out for their pride and arrogance, becoming demons.One of her grandmother's favorite stories was about a demon prince who had fallen in love with a mortal woman. The prince had promised to help the woman exact her revenge on those who had wronged her, but in return, she had to bear his child. Olivia used to listen to this story with rapt attention, never realizing how much it would resonate with her own life.As she walked

Olivia's heart was racing as she stood frozen in place, unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes. The man that stood in front of her was unlike anything she had ever seen. He had an otherworldly aura that commanded attention, and his presence seemed to fill the entire room.Despite her initial shock, Olivia couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm wash over her. It was as if the man's very presence had the power to ease her anxieties and quiet her mind. Slowly, he began to move towards her, his eyes fixed on hers with an intensity that made her knees weak.As he drew closer, Olivia could feel his power radiating off of him, surrounding her in a cocoon of warmth and safety. It was a sensation that she had never experienced before, and it left her feeling both awed and terrified all at once.The man's hand reached out to hers, and Olivia hesitated for just a moment before allowing him to take it. The touch of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, but sh

Olivia lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the events of the evening in her mind, trying to piece together what had happened. She remembered the fear and confusion she had felt when the demon appeared, the way it had seemed to materialize out of thin air, its eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. As she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She sat up, her heart racing, and looked around the room. There was no one there, but the air felt heavy, as if someone was standing right beside her. Olivia shuddered and lay back down, pulling the covers up to her chin. She knew she needed to do something about what happened. Olivia knows that that is not the last time she is going to see him. She really wanted to do something, but she didn't know where to begin. As Olivia lay on her bed, her mind drifted to memories of her grandmother. She remembered the way her grandmother's eyes would light up when she talked about her

Olivia woke up late at night, feeling restless and anxious. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake by summoning Azazel, and now she was stuck in a deal with a demon prince. She sat up in bed, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but it was no use. She needed to do something, anything, to find a way out of this. She quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the living room, where Grace was sleeping soundly on the sofa. Olivia didn't want to wake her friend, so she sat down at the kitchen table and started searching for information about Azazel on her laptop. She found a wealth of information about the demon prince, his powers, and the deals he had made with humans throughout history. As Olivia scrolled through the articles, she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She realized that breaking the deal with Azazel would be nearly impossible, and that she was stuck with him until he fulfilled her desires and claimed her as the mother of his child. S

After she agreed to the deal, Azazel suddenly vanished. Olivia felt the warmth of his body go cold against her back and pulled her knees up tight to her chest. She tried to remember when she had last eaten, but instead she recalled the sensation of nausea that washed over her as she took a breath in. The walls around her shimmered and disappeared. Her eyes closed for a moment, then popped open as she felt an ever more strange sensation in her body.   When she awoke, she noticed a marked change in her surroundings. It was as if time had shifted, and some kind of energy was surging around her. She could feel the power that she had acquired from Azazel coursing through her body and emanating from her fingertips.    Olivia stared in shock at her surroundings. The once familiar house had been completely transformed into a grand castl