Belonging to the Demon King
Priscillabetrayed and claimed by the lycan kingstolen by the beastly lycan kingthe iron-blooded necromancer has returnedreturn of the demon king
"Come, halfling. We have a guest."
Scowling she snapped, "Go to hell, Vincent."
Growling he stalked across the cell. Grabbing her roughly by the chains he dragged her towards the door. Victoria bit back a cry of pain as he continued to pull her roughly through the dungeon and up several flights of stairs.
Entering a great room he tossed her to the floor. "As promised."
Shoving the hair out of her eyes with her shoulder Victoria glanced up wide eyed. Standing above her was a demon. His skin was pale, nearly white, and his long hair was jet black, hanging to his waist. Two black horns twisted from the sides of his head and upward.