Damsel to the Demon

20. Azaruk

The screams echo through the dungeon, a symphony of agony that sends shivers of delight down my spine. I lean against the cold stone wall, savoring the sound.

"More," Mercedes demands, her voice husky with desire. "I want to them suffer."

I watch as she carves intricate patterns into the soul of a dark elf, her eyes gleaming with malicious glee. Three months of practice have honed her skills to near perfection. The tortured spirit writhes beneath her touch, its ethereal form twisting in ways that defy mortal comprehension.

"You've become quite the artist, my dear," I purr, admiring her handiwork.

She turns to me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Blood—both real and spectral—stains her hands and face. It only enhances her beauty.

"I had an excellent teacher," she replies, sauntering over to me. Her hips sway hypnotically with each step.

I pull her close, inhaling the intoxicating scent of death and power that clings to her skin. My fingers trace the curve of her jaw, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"And what shall we do once you've exhausted your supply of souls?" I ask, genuinely curious. The vengeful fury that first drew me to her has mellowed into something darker, more controlled. More dangerous.

She laughs, the sound rich and throaty. "Oh, Azaruk. Don't you know? There are always more souls to torment."

Her words send a thrill through me. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, tasting the lingering traces of blood and anguish. When we part, both of us are breathless.

A familiar tingle crawls up my spine as the contract materializes before me. Another job, another opportunity to indulge in the chaos I crave. I scan the details, a grin spreading across my face.

"Mercedes, my dear," I call out. "How do you fancy a trip to Protheka?"

She appears in the doorway, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Another hunt?"

I nod, relishing the excitement that radiates from her. "A high-ranking official this time. Quite the challenge."

"Perfect," she purrs, sauntering towards me. "I was beginning to grow bored."

We prepare swiftly, gathering our tools of destruction with practiced ease. As we step through the portal to Protheka, the thrill of the hunt courses through my veins.

The bustling city greets us, oblivious to the havoc we're about to unleash. Mercedes slips into her role seamlessly, playing the part of a simpering servant while I adopt the guise of a wealthy merchant.

We infiltrate the official's inner circle with laughable ease. These fools, so caught up in their petty power games, never suspect the predators in their midst.

This is easier than I thought.

The night of the assassination arrives. Mercedes creates a distraction, her seductive dance captivating the guards. I slip away, silent as a shadow.

The target's surprised gasp is cut short as my claws tear through his throat. Blood sprays, painting the walls crimson. I inhale deeply, savoring the metallic scent.

Chaos erupts as the body is discovered. She joins me, her dress splattered with gore. "The guards?" I ask.

"Taken care of," she grins, licking blood from her fingers.

We fight our way out, a whirlwind of destruction. Limbs fly, screams fill the air, and the intoxicating rush of violence consumes us both.

As we stand amidst the carnage, breathing heavily, Mercedes turns to me. Her eyes shine with a mixture of bloodust and something deeper, more primal.

"That was exhilarating," she breathes.

I pull her close, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss. The taste of blood mingles between us, a reminder of the havoc we've wrought.

The dark elf mansion burns, its once-grand structure crumbling to ash. Flames lick the night sky, casting an otherworldly glow across her face. Her eyes reflect the inferno, twin pools of destruction that mirror my own.

I squeeze her hand, savoring the warmth of her skin against mine. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She nods, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Almost as beautiful as the screams."

We turn away from the blazing ruins, hands still intertwined. The scent of smoke clings to us, a reminder of the chaos we've wrought. As we walk, her gaze finds mine. The hunger in her eyes ignites something primal within me.

"Azaruk," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "Take me home."

I pull her close, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. "Those eyes of yours," I murmur. "I could get lost in them for eternity."

My hands move to the fastenings of her dress, slowly revealing smooth skin beneath. A portal shimmers into existence behind us, beckoning us to our private sanctuary.

"Then let's get lost together," Mercedes whispers against my lips.

We step through the portal, leaving the burning world behind us.

The End