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were still ringing in her ears, Vivian touched her glossy cheeks, her light brown eyes carried an insoluble sadness. "The one who lurks in the shadows" is the king demon, the ruler of demons. More than twenty years ago, Vivian finally turned from a scary ugly old green willow tree into a beautiful young woman. But, Vivian herself was not quite a green willow, inside Vivian flowed the filthy blood of monsters. By the time Vivian realized it, the demonic energy in her body was already uncontrollably overflowing into her body. Vivian became uglier little by little, and the killing intent in her body became stronger and stronger.

His eyes had turned red while he shot daggers at his mother. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T MARRY KIORA?? ZACHARY, YOU ARE A DEMON PRINCE AND A DEMON HAS TO MARRY A DEMON ONLY. THE KINGDOM IS EAGERLY WAITING FOR THEIR PRINCESS AND KIORA IS THE BEST CHOICE. SHE IS THE PRINCESS OF DARKNESS AND YOU ARE THE DEMON OF WRATH. ONLY SHE HAS THE POWER TO FACE YOUR RAGE, NO ONE ELSE", Delphyne shouted back furiously as her eyes started glowing red while she tried to explain his stubborn son.

Before she had time to digest the meaning of the Youkai King's words, his large hand swung towards his seventh wife, a red light flashed, then the demon king's seventh wife always arrogantly fell to the ground, his face contorted, as if he was suffering from extreme pain. "I give you two choices, one is now you pack up and leave this castle, the other is I will have someone drag you out of here." There was no love in the King of Youkai's cold voice. "King of Youkai, I was wrong, next time I won't dare to do that again." On the face of the seventh wife of the Youkai King were tears like rain, looking so pitiful, that Palomas Blancas couldn't help but feel heartache. Palomas Blancas prepares t

he retorts. "I wasn't," I hiss, kicking him in the stomach before making my way towards the king's chamber. Moans emanate from the room, but that's the least of my concerns right now. Kicking the door open, Fedor quickly grabs a blanket to cover his wife's body, as he's still putting on his trousers. "Well, well, if it isn't Damon the fifth!" "Lower your voice, Fedor," I growl, my hands shaking. "My woman is missing, and I need answers from you and that damn wife of yours."

The King clamored roiled, sending them flying against the wall with a furious wave of his hand. They groaned out as their backs contact with the wall. The king reached his hand out, as if grabbing someone and a woman appeared, her neck gripped tightly by his fingers turning claws as they stabbed through her neck. "No, not my mother!" "You demons are so weak, your master is nothing but opprobrious and pity, turning you into milk-and-water" the king hollered and he tightened his grip and with a snap, he let her body drop on the floor dead, her body slowly turning into dust and flee across the room.

The king immediately stood up and stomped out in anger. "Haha he's mother is different. She's a witch." The third son laughed out trying to clear the intense scene. "Ohh..." I drawled with a smirk "...if he's mother is a witch then he's not a demon nor the devil's son. Or... is your father the devil ??." I throwed another unexpected question and this made them uncomfortable. Sensing that they are disorientated, unknown courage came inside me. "Weather he's a demon, devil's son, the devil himself.. he's still my husband so stop trying to do whatever you want to do." I said intrepidly

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

I asked. “Yes, the rules here are different. A king may have as many wives as he pleases and the demons can also be the one to force a wife on the king if they don’t like the former one. In order to earn their heart and loyalty, you have to be fierce and show them you are not to be messed with, demons don’t like weakness and I don’t want the situation where I will be forced to take another queen,” he said. Wow, how is this just getting worse? So I might still potentially have someone fight me over my mate? Someone different from Alma? This is not good, not good at all. “Hey” he said, carrying my head up.

She said strongly as the demon king smirked. A minute ago he looked like he was getting upset, but now he was enjoying her denial. He wanted her to reject me, I could see it in his eyes. "Ancient witch, you heard my wife. She no longer wants to be here, so we will take our leave." He said, then linked his hand to hers. "Let's go, my heart." He whispered as I glared at him.

“No demon is as strong as the royal beasts and I don’t need to remind you that the King is not just a royal beast but also the king and a vampire original. You see those witches, he would be killing them all in less than ten minutes and then he would be coming for us. We are dead, we are all dead.” “Control yourself, Queen Maleeka,” Beruka said but it was clear from her voice that she was scared to. Damien couldn’t believe his eyes as his gaze went back to the beast in the center of the witches that had dwindled to almost half compared to the number they were when they first arrived. “King Edward!” Hephzibah yelled as her eyes turned black and with that, Edward stilled as his own eyes turned