𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

Chapter 56

T.W. Acts of Torture and Violence ⚠️
I made sure not to make it too graphic and have also decided to skip over the details, but I recognize that it is still important to address this. Please skip any part with violence (torture) if you are underage or are uncomfortable with it.

Third-Person POV.

The hybrid gripped her sword tightly, so much so that her skin burned against the hilt, but instead of feeling pain, she felt powerful. After all, she dreamed of this very moment, of finally piercing her sword through her own father and watching the life drain from his eyes. Every time she closed her eyes, she could imagine his dying screams, his fading emeralds, and his crimson blood splattering all over the ground. Even as she stared into her father's glaring eyes, she did not feel hesitant nor doubtful, no, she felt eager, excited, and impatient. Her fingers twitched at the thought of killing her father, but at the same time, she did not want it to end so soon.

To slice his throat, to pierce his heart, and to decapitate him were all too easy. The raging hybrid wanted her father to suffer. She wanted him to experience every single torture her mother had to endure. She wanted to watch him cry as she cut off his limbs, and she wanted to hear him beg for mercy, for his demise. The hybrid was barely restraining herself from killing her father, just because she felt that ending his life wasn't enough punishment.

Mother, I hope you know I'm doing this for you, she thought to herself as she began slowly walking towards the incubus with a menacing smile on her beautiful face.

Although Mallory needed to kill Stefan to be rid of her hybrid status, she actually never truly cared about that, for her main driving force behind her bloodlust was her mother. The part succubus felt remorse that she was not able to do this sooner, when the woman she looked up to was still alive and well. She regretted not being able to do much for her, therefore, she hoped that through the death of Stefan, her mother, wherever she was, would finally smile genuinely. This was what she truly longed for.

With a sadistic grin on her face, she raised her swords and aimed for her father's arms, "I'll make sure your death is more painful than mother's."

However, before Mallory could slice his arms, Stefan closed his eyes and yelled out, "Madrona is not my mate! She's not here!"

Puzzled, the hybrid stopped herself in the midst of her attack whilst her mate, who was watching everything, raised a brow at the incubus and asked, "What the hell do you mean?"

I've got them now, Stefan thought, mentally grinning to himself as he cleared his throat loudly and raised his arms in fake surrender. "If you want the truth, I'll tell you everything."

"Then speak." Gaia demanded, taking a step forward as her silver orbs glowed brightly.

Stefan smirked, "Oh, I will.. if you sign a contract."

The incubus knew everything that happened when his enemies tried to ambush their first base in the witch and wizards kingdom. Therefore, he was aware of Gaia and Mallory's burning hatred for the witch, and he planned to use this information to his advantage. He even remembered Madrona boasting about traumatizing the princess of her own kind, and how she had to heavily restrain herself from taking the beautiful, vulnerable, little one. Though, he did find it a bit odd at how quickly Madrona became so obsessed with Willow, and while he did agree that the princess was a rather mesmerizing woman, Stefan thought that the witch would prefer someone who looked like the demigoddess, as Gaia's beauty was truly out of this world.

Then again, he did not mind. For after he was done with these three, he planned to take the demigoddess for himself. Although, it would be better if the witch would not be able to take Willow, then the princess could become his second slut. He could already imagine it, two powerful women kneeling before him, answering to his every wish, and praising his cock with their tongues and their hands. The incubus could barely contain his excitement as he licked his lips.