Split of the Worlds (18+)

Chapter 9.2

!!! Trigger warning!!!

Sexual content, sexualised violence

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His angel's stony expression matched the weight that had suddenly settled on his chest. Veidja stood tall between the two unknown captains, staring straight ahead as if she wanted to bend reality by sheer force of will.

N'Arahn could not yet assess what was going on here, so he remained standing in the doorway. His gaze fixed on Tazeel, who was sitting relaxed with his legs crossed on the edge of the bed that dominated the room. A subtle smile played around the corners of his mouth as he looked up at the taller demonlord with half-closed eyes.

„How nice. You've found us."

A burning sensation ran through N'Arahn's whole body. Everything about the seducer repelled him. The way he slid his long fingers through his curly hair. How garishly he dressed. The arrogance he radiated. And those lips, always a little moist and shiny, as if they had just been kissed.

„Give my angel back to me." He growled the words, for the rage gathering inside him wouldn't allow him to keep his voice steady.

Tazeel nodded. „Of course. You can always take her."

The warmonger growled again and held out his hand commandingly towards the warrior. „Come."

She didn't move.

The green-skinned demonlord laughed softly. „I hope you like the gift I gave her."

With a few steps, N'Arahn was beside Veidja, gripping her wrist and searching her gaze. But she closed her eyes as if she were ashamed. Something flashed at her neck. With a jerk, he pulled the collar of her tunic aside.

The demon shackle around her neck was a crude piece, a simple grey metal band. But the poison green gemstones embedded around it seemed to be of the highest quality.

It was only when she let out a hiss that the warmonger realised he was squeezing her wrist. He let go, but stayed close to her. He couldn't believe that had happened. How?

„Did they hurt you?" She shook her head slightly. „Done anything else to you?" Another shake of the head.

Damn, that would have been leverage against Tazeel. But he apparently hadn't harmed her, so he couldn't prosecute him for that.

A slight tremor went through Veidja and he wondered if she was lying, perhaps forced to lie because of the demon shackle. But then he saw her eyes, burning yellow instead of the usual amber. Her rage was as hot as his.

For a moment, he almost had to smile. Neither of them gave in that easily.

„You wanted to leave?" The innocent-sounding question hung in the room for a moment. N'Arahn turned to the seducer, stepping towards him so that he towered over him.

„I will not have your goods in my fortress. Take it off."

Tazeel's red eyes lit up in amusement. „No."

N'Arahn heard the captains move as he leaned over the other demonlord with a rumble, but he didn't care. Tazeel just tilted his head and smiled.

„What are you going to do? Attack me? At the same moment your toy will break."

The seducer winked.

„I get the impression you wouldn't like that."

„You're playing a dangerous game. There you go again, encroaching on my property." N'Arahn's jaw was so tense that he could barely get the words out. But he also knew that the demonlord wanted something specific. Otherwise things would be different.