Her Witch, Her Demon: Book 1 of Hers Trilogy [WxW]

13. The Seer

The day Nyx and Rexadan exterminated the Durug at Down Tide, Nyx marked Krazord with a tracking spell. She intended to find Krazord later and deal with them. However, with everything going on in her life, she'd completely forgotten about the greater demon.

That worked out in her favor after all, because now Krazord would help her find Herragal. But first, she needed to locate them.

She shut her eyes, concentrating on the magnetic pull of her demoncraft. Her mind whirred to life like waves in the ocean, seeking to latch on to the spell she'd marked on Krazord. Then the gray face of the greater demon appeared in Nyx's mind. They were in bed with a heap of naked bodies. Some humans. Many demons.

Nyx's eyes peeled open.

"Did you find them?" asked Rexadan, watching her intently.

Nyx nodded. "They've got company. Lots of company. You ready?"

Rexadan grinned. "Always."

She took her younger brother's hand, and with the location in her mind, they disappeared. Mere seconds later, they reappeared in a massive dimly lit room full of piles of naked bodies contorted in all kinds of lecherous positions Moans of ecstasy filled every nook and cranny of the room, and the stench of sex stabbed Nyx's nose.

The tracking spell tugged at her mind, sensing its strongest pull at the farthest end of the room where a massive bed, twice as large as Nyx's bed back home, stood. There was Krazord, rapidly thrusting into a small woman, while at the same time sucking off a big guy with a red scaly body. No one seemed to have noticed their presence, as they were far too occupied with pleasuring each other in bliss.

"Freeze them before they run off again."

Rexadan nodded.

"Time to go, everyone," Nyx released a sliver of her oppressive demon energy, instantly getting everyone's attention. Not wanting to go overboard, as few of them were humans and most of the demons were way too weak and already shrieking in agony, Nyx snuffed out her demon energy. At least, they'd already gotten the message, and masses of naked bodies ran out of the room, terror in their eyes, perhaps because two royal demons had rained on their orgy parade.

"What the fuck is this?" Krazord glared at Nyx, then at Rexadan. And then their gray eyes twitched in recognition. "Onyx Castle? H-how did you find me?"

"I'll be asking the questions, here Krazord," said Nyx impatiently.

Krazord tried to bolt out of the bed, but Rexadan's freezing magic held them firmly in place. Perhaps, realizing how utterly useless their efforts were, they finally surrendered.

"I'm not going to waste any more of your time," said Nyx. "I already know who sent you to destroy my club. Herragal."

Krazord's eyes widened in shock at the revelation. "How did you — "

"I told you I'll be asking the questions." Nyx's voice was lower than normal. "You don't speak unless you're spoken to."

Krazord gulped, nodding quickly.

"Where's Herragal?"

They said nothing, utterly frozen.

"This is where you speak, Krazord."

"Oh... um... Lady Herragal," they began. "She's in Heldan."

Nyx clenched her jaw, struggling not to slap Krazord to death. This little bitch was getting on her last fucking nerves. "Do you have any idea how very little that tells me?"

Heldan was an infinite space way beyond human comprehension. Subdivided into thirteen dominions, even the smallest one was vaster in size and population than all of Earth. Even if Krazord told her that Herragal was in Gatr, that still didn't narrow down Nyx's search. So for this stupid demon to have the guts to tell her that Herragal was in Heldan — the entire fucking demon realm — made her blood boil.