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🔥 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5 🔥

"Cursed objects missing" is the title of the book Lamia is consulting for the first Unholy Regalia, she is in her canopy bed, with a lit candle, a night of searching awaits her.

"I better start studying Apophis" she turns the pages "Who knows what Caliban is plotting at that moment"

Her eyes slowly close, she feels the stress slipping away from her body as her head rests on the pillow. "Five minutes and then I will resume.". The canopy bed is soft and cozy, and Lamia falls into a deep sleep as the book gently slides sideways. A whirlwind of flames, Caliban appears in the princess's room, Apophis hisses, but the prince of hell doesn't realize it. His eyes are focused on the book, on the exact page of the location, according to the theories, of Herod's crown. A smile of triumph lights up on his perfect face. "Oh Lamia, how silly you are".

Her sweetness captivates him. He has always seen the princess annoyed or angry (in large part the annoyance was due to his presence, and Caliban is aware of it), with a sweet, serene face, a delicately laid body, relaxed in a sweet dream, he has never seen her so beautiful. Her red baby doll caresses her harmonious body, enhancing every part of it, a sigh comes from her soft lips, her long hair covers her face. Caliban contemplates her for a couple of minutes, her hands are trembling, in any case he would never allow himself to disrespect the princess, so he just delicately moves her hair, revealing her beautiful face. His fingers brush against her cheek, and he can feel her cheeks burning.

"Sweet dreams, princess"

In a whirlwind of flames, he leaves the room, with the feeling of being a little closer to the throne. But he feels a strange feeling of discomfort that he cannot explain. And while the prince of hell goes away with the location of the first regalia, Lamia continues to be lulled by sweet dreams, unaware of being watched by her enemy.

The next day, Lamia is in the stone room, sit next to Nick, her sweet lullaby is taking effect, he looks healthier now.

"Where is Sabrina?"

For some reasons that she can't explain it makes her nervous to hear her name coming out of his mouth right now.

"You've never told me your name"

Lamia just smiles, while she puts a wet towel on his forehead.

"Are you a witch?"

"Not really" she answers "There will be time for questions later, now rest".

Lamia sees his sad eyes "Are you ok?"

"It's just... I don't understand what Sabrina is doing. I sacrificed myself for her, she is no longer looking for me. I was possessed by Lucifer for two months, two months! Can you understand the physical and psychological pain? I was about to die!" he says "And she's on earth with her friends, and with Harvey"

"Don't say that, she was terribly worried for you, she saved your life, Nick"

"Yes, maybe, but now a stranger is showing me more love than what Sabrina had ever done in her life"

Lamia blushes, she feels terribly guilty, and she knows he talks like that because he is angry, but maybe, deep down, a little evil part of her is flattered, she leaves the stone room with red cheeks and bright eyes.

"I'll be back soon"

"I'll wait for you...?"

"Lamia, my name is Lamia"

"Lamia" Nick repeats her name, and her heart starts pumping fast.

In another room, the scenario is completely different.

"The girl must fail" Asmodeus hisses with his hideous voice, that horrible sound fills the dungeon of the infernal court, as Beelzebub nods, an evil glint in his eyes.

"Shouldn't the competition be based on the fairness of competitors?" Caliban asks

"Be sure that the little half-mortal will play dirty" Purson replies. "The secret is to exploit her weakness and irrationality, you know how" a smile forms on Caliban's face. Manipulate feelings? Contribute to the Queen's failure? Surely the plan attracts him.

The queen may seem exuberant and domineering, but Caliban knows best. He saw, behind her emerald eyes, the source of her insecurity, he saw how she could not watch him in the eyes for too long.

When they were free from that red light, he'd seen fragility behind her green eyes, like someone who was afraid of suffering after being hurt multiple times. And that night, her gentle, meek expression was so different from that arrogant attitude she had at the infernal court.

But above all, there was the throne. And the kings, who pretended to be his collaborators, but who were as hungry for power as he was, and who used this bond as a strategy to achieve it.

In the library of the infernal court, Lamia keeps reading about Herod's crown, time goes fast, and her desire to beat Caliban is strong. Lamia has not forgotten his defiant gaze, and how the eyes sparkled with dangerous passion, a smirk on his perfect face. For the first time, Lamia's eyes couldn't stand the power of that gaze. A whirlwind of flames sends Lamia's hair flying over her shoulder as her feline eyes narrow in the light. Caliban appears in the middle of the flames, despite the darkness of the library, Lamia can see an evil light behind his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Caliban laughs "Come on my lady, there is no need for this arrogant attitude" Lamia blushes, she hopes the darkness of the room can cover up this frivolous reaction. "My lady? The audacity, how dare he" she thinks.

"I'm here to use the library, if my queen allows it"

"Permission allowed" she says dryly, she gets up from the table, she moves quickly on her heels to reach the table on the opposite side, where other scrolls are scattered, which she begins to sort, mostly to hide the shaking of his hands. "Calm down, you idiot" she thinks. "Why do you let him have this power over you? Control yourself!"

"You seem determined to win the first challenge ... princess?"

"I don't need to be determined, I'm sure I will win in any case"

Caliban smiles, teasing her

"Does my presence make you nervous?"

"Many things make me nervous" Lamia turns abruptly, her voice is a whisper "It makes me nervous that I can't be queen right away, it makes me nervous about having to demonstrate a right that awaits me by blood, in other words, it bothers me to be here talking to you right now". She turns again as she tries to breathe deeply, that grin annoys her more and more. "That's weird, your body language gives me different signals" his eyes caress her body, and she feels naked under his gaze. She hears his footsteps approaching. Lamia keeps her eyes fixed on a scroll, she sees words but she is unable to decipher them, her brain lacks oxygen. When Caliban starts talking again, she jumps, she didn't expect to hear him so close. She didn't expect to feel his warmth, or his breath. And, above all, the reaction of her body terrifies her, she feels weak legs and confused head ... what kind of magic is he using? She closes her eyes for a moment, but she opens them abruptly, when she feels his hand slipping on his hip, and his lips come close to his ear.

"Am I wrong?"

"I'll make you pay" She whispers.

Caliban smirks. "I'll make you pay for trying to take advantage of me like this, you're taking advantage of my weakness, I'm aware of it" she breaths deeply, tries to clear her mind, even if she is aware of the warmth of his hand on her hip, and of his deep voice near her ear. She turns to him, and she finds his face few inches from her head. "Don't even try..." Her eyes stare at his lips "to make fun of me" their eyes are in contact again. "You may regret it" her voice is soft, but there is a veiled threat in her words. "As you wish...princess"

"May the best one win" with a whirlwind of flames, he disappears from the room. Lamia closes her eyes and she tries to breathe, she has the feeling that it has all just begun.
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