Chapter Forty-One.

Zorien’s POV.

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My deplorable actions earned me a pair of ‘restraints’ and ‘surveillance’ in the hoax of aides to support me. What an insult...support me? A high-level Demon like myself?

I’m on the brink of sabotaging all I labored so hard to build. In all this collapsing ruin, she’s been the only prominent structure seemingly keeping me focused and assured. Unlike everyone else, who now walk over my name and criticize me openly...even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know.

Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him.

Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel.

“I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only bec