Beyond His Evil

FIVE.

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I pressed my back harder against the bed, wishing I could just sink into it and disappear. The pressure in my chest was suffocating, and I couldn’t believe I was thinking this, but I longed for Evelyn—or anyone else who wasn’t this... thing standing before me.

He took a step closer, his boots soft against the floor.

"Don’t you dare come any closer!" My voice shook a warning that felt feeble even to my ears.

He tilted his head, examining me with an unsettling calm, then took another step forward. Each movement was slow, deliberate—agonizing. His presence seemed to fill the entire room, suffocating the air.

Frantically, I scanned the room, my eyes darting over every corner, every shadow, searching for anything I could use to defend myself. But there was nothing.

When I turned back to him, he was sitting in the chair, looking at me with an unreadable expression. His body slouched casually as if we were having some mundane conversation.

"You look like you’re about to faint," he said, his voice rich and deep, a strange accent curling around his words.

His eyes, blood-red, flicked over me—pausing on my hand gripping the edge of the bed, trembling—and then moved to my face.

"You’re still weak. You need to rest," he said, the words rolling over me like smooth velvet.

I should’ve hated it. Hated him. Should’ve been repulsed by everything about him. But something in the way his voice flowed through the air, like it belonged to another time, another place, stirred something in me.

No. Kira. He’s messing with your mind.

"You’re a demon," I blurted out, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My heart pounded in my chest.

He grinned.

He grinned.

None of this made sense. The general had a demon here?

Why hadn’t it attacked me yet?

Why was it sitting there, as if it had all the time in the world?

I knew demons were the twisted offspring of vampires and hunters. They weren’t supposed to exist. Vampires didn’t reproduce—they simply infected humans and turned them into vampires. But vampire males... they could father children with other species.

Demons were born from violence—an abomination. No hunter would ever choose to lie with a vampire. Demons were the product of rape. And the stories always said they tore out of their mothers, killing them. They were monsters.

But this one? This one wasn’t attacking.

His hair was dark brown, with unruly curls on top, with the sides faded. His face was too perfect, too... human. Perfectly arched brows, a crooked nose that had probably been broken before, full lips. But his eyes—their deep, bloody red made everything else fade. It revealed what he was.

"My name is Devon," he said.

Devon. Demon.

Whoever named him had a sick sense of humor.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for me to respond. "Now it’s your turn."

The words hit me like a splash of cold water, snapping me out of the fog his presence seemed to have wrapped around me.

"I have no interest in socializing with you, demon," I shot back, but my voice was weak.

His smirk deepened, and I hated how it made my stomach twist.

His gaze drifted over me, scanning me from head to toe, making my skin crawl. Panic surged. How long had I been here? Two days? There was no way they’d left me in my village clothes.

Slowly, cautiously, I looked down at myself. The relief that washed over me when I saw I was wearing a loose, white gown was short-lived. It reached my ankles, far too big for me, but at least it wasn’t... what I feared. Which was being naked.

But why was he staring at me like that?

"Kira," he said again, his voice softer now.

I froze.

"The name suits you," he added, and there was something darker in his tone now—something I didn’t like.

I tore my gaze away from my gown and looked into his eyes. The red was darker now, deeper, the color of blood spilled in shadows.

I didn’t like it.

"H-How do you know my name?" My voice faltered, and I hated myself for it.

He stood then, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me. I gasped, stepping back, but there was nowhere to go. His presence towered over me, suffocating.

How was he so fast?

My mind went blank. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. He was too close, his body too large, his scent—earthy, masculine, overpowering—filling my senses. I couldn’t escape it.

"I know everything about you, Kira," he murmured, his voice a low growl. The words slid into my head, heavy with meaning I couldn’t fully understand.

That was it.

"Evelyn!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

But he just scoffed, his lips twisting into a cold, scary smile. He took a few steps back, and the moment he did, the room seemed to breathe again.

"You’ve got a long week ahead of you," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Evelyn!" I shouted again, helplessness clawing at my throat.

Why wasn’t she coming?
Why wasn’t she bursting through the door to make him leave?

"Sleep now, Kira," he said, and his voice wrapped around my mind like a drug.

I felt my body grow heavy, my legs trembling beneath me. I tried to fight it, tried to stay awake, but the weight of his voice, the power behind it, was too much.

"Sleep," he repeated.

My legs buckled, and before I could hit the floor, his arms were around me—strong, unyielding.

And then... nothing.

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