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The deep timbre of his amused laughter reverberated in the enclosed space, tugging on Shamsiya's heartstrings. She lowered her head and screamed internally, 'The hell! This bastard is too charming for a fucking demon!' "If I drank blood, would you still be alive and well before me?" He asked, looking at her like a fool. "Chee...I was just asking for confirmation. You didn't need to laugh..." "It's because you're a stupid hybrid. Now, make your special dish and impress me." There was a strange expression on Shamsiya's face. Looking at the sluggish posture of the ruthless demon, she couldn't help but feel like a guest in her own house.

The jaw was sculpted and his lips were full, kissable, and promising sin. He was undoubtedly a demon. What the fuck was he doing at my table? “Who are you?” I asked. He gave me one of his lovely smiles, any other female would have dropped to her knees and worshiped him, but I knew how demons worked. They used their charms to get whatever they wanted, but inside they were as black as a void. “I’m Brax. An incubus.” “Okayy…and what are you doing here?”

"You looked exactly how you wanted me to see you. And I bet you know that." "So I looked too fucking sexy, dashing man with crimson eyes, perfect white teeth, and a killer smile?" And then I saw it — a smile curled on her lips before she turned to the side to face me so that I couldn’t stop myself from grinning, wickedly. "You have yellow teeth and a crooked smile. You looked like Krampus to me." "Well, that means sexy in my world. No wonder she-demons are throwing themselves at my feet." "Don’t try to distract me. Tell me, what are you planning? Are you rebelling against your father?"

Chapter 15. — Once upon a time, the unsweet side of cliché… | Currently | I once heard Grandma Manu say something like: since you are in hell, hug the devil. Well, I literally did just that and still had my back pressed against the metal wall by the demon, while my legs were wrapped around his waist and his soft hands were gripping my buttocks extremely tightly. However, my particular demon was not horned, red and with a horrible face. On the contrary, the demon had a beautiful, arrogant smile, eyes as blue as the cloudless sky, locks as golden as gold, and an accent that, countless times, made the hairs on my body stand on end.

Although they don't look like ordinary people with different hair colors, eyes, and species, except for Camila, I'm not afraid of them. I'm having a good time chatting with them, and I learned much about who they are. Saye, Arlo, and Jippis are demons. I thought demons were scary and ugly looking, red with horns, and had a snake-like tongue, always red and surrounded by fire to represent hell that wants to eat your soul. You always see them on Halloween posters or costumes; Saye, Arlo, and Jippis don't look like that. They don't look scary at all. I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

She started smilling like she was advertising a toothpaste or something. " Awwwn, what a cute soul". "My flirting skills is whack. God help me!. She murmmed to her self. He raised his head and looked at her. He smiled at her revealing his broken teeth. She scoffed. "Ewww, what the f*** did I just get myself into". "Hi". He replied. "Okay, he is a little bit tipsy. This will make my job easier. His hands went inside his jacket pocket and he grinned. "Looking for something?" She asked.

I've felt his presence for a while—he murdered Hayley. "Oh, you don't know?" Beelzebub laughs and exchanges a smirk with the four other demons he brought with him—Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lamia, and Mammon. Lamia, the snake woman, gives me a creepy smile. "Hello, Lucifer." I frown. Lamia has always liked me—the feeling isn't mutual. Lamia has the torso of a woman but the body of a snake. I find her repulsive. "Hi..." I growl back.