LUNA

2: The Raven-Haired Demon

Midnight Zagreus of the seven was having sex with the ever erotic demoness of the succubus, Arintha. She was the 3rd for the day and the last succubus Midnight would want to play with for the night. As the demon groaned when he thrust roughly inside her, the succubus screamed in such pleasure. It yelped his name, over and over and over again with ecstasy written all over her precious face.

The bed creaked as they go on, the moonlight reflecting straight into the clear glass and onto Arintha's auburn hair. Her skin— their skins sweaty and hot from the tension between their bodies. Midnight didn't actually appreciate the work of seduction happening inside one of his guest rooms, his dead eyes that could intimidate anyone that dared stare at it, those bloody colored orbs of him lingered at the succubus's pink eyes, then it went down to its oily flawless body—- such wonderful breasts, such strong abdomen, such fine curves— this sight looked normal for a Midnight Zagreus. Oh, it didn't surprise him anymore.

Kailangan niya lang mailabas ang libog na halos araw-araw niyang nararamdaman. Bukas, iba nanaman titirahin niya. In the middle of his intimacy with Arintha, Midnight already advanced his thoughts for tomorrow. Imagining another naked lady above him, the lady's face lewd from the vulgar delectation he will be giving her the next day. A mortal flesh sounds nice, or maybe he'd do a vampire? No. No. He already bedded those yesterday.

A witch.

He wants a witch.

Black witches-- no-- he'll go with the White witches this time. Nothing beats a quiet monster in bed even against a wild serpent. Innocence makes him hard and he'd love it a lot more if the pureness he resented so much will start to submit under his darkness.

Midnight Zagreus of the seven finished warming his body up and left Arintha at the bed alone. The succubus insisted on him sleeping beside her throughout the night, but His Highness prefers sleeping alone on his bed.

"Vlad, make sure to get rid of the succubus early in the morning" walang emosyon nitong tugon sakanyang butler na si Vlad Playrose. "If she insists on staying, call Tartarus to execute her"

Midnight, shirtless, is now walking through the dark-painted halls of his vastly beautiful manor house. The manor's spacious enough that he needed to walk for 3 minutes just to get to his private bed chamber that resided at the east part, 2nd floor.

Vlad following a step behind him says, "Anything else, Your Highness?"

The Butler is a high ranked-demon that Midnight had chosen by himself. Vlad Playrose is a male that looked like in his late 20s; stood at least 6'2 in height, 2 inches smaller than Midnight; His blonde hair swift in a clean slicked— always had, and always been; his eyes were in almond shape, though, the color took the deepest shade of green with the lightest shade of blue for its flecks; His lips were pinkish since birth, and his skin glowed in olive tone.

He was born with the title of discipline and perseverance. He oaths to only serve one of the seven, the one and only Midnight Zagreus. He cursed it under the red moon, promised it at his first sunlight, and vowed to the unyielding darkness of the Demon King.

Vlad Playrose will offer his life if need be.

The 539 year old demon, Midnight didn't even look at him as he says— "Bring me a witch tomorrow. Early in the morning"

"Is there any particular witch that you want, Your Highness?"

Saktong tumigil sila sa pintuan ng kwarto ni Midnight. The demon looked at him over his shoulder, grinning. "White. Give me a white witch. The purest of the coven"

Vlad knew what His Highness really wants. A blood of light, innocence that dwells upon the beauty, a striking magic of simplicity. "Maaari ko bang malaman kung hanggang doon lang po ba ang inyong hinihingi, kamahalan?" He puts his arm in front of his abdomen, slightly bending his head down. "If you'll excuse me, Your Highness, Lord Erebus Nythe's messenger told me that the 2nd of the seven will be here tomorrow to have a talk"

"Ganon ba"

"Yes, Your Highness"

Midnight ignored the topic. He hates his brothers. "Nasaan si Tartarus ngayon?"

"Sleeping, Your Highness"

"Again?"

"Do you want me to wake him up, Your Highness?"

"Oo. Tell him to meet me here at my private chambers"

"Yes, Your Highness" Vlad bowed, "If you'll excuse me"

Tinanguan lamang siya ni Midnight bago ito pumasok sa kanyang kwarto. Sa oras na makatapak ito saloob ng kanyang kwarto, dumiretso ito sa kanyang dressing room kung saan nagpalit ito ng damit pantulog: Black shirt, and a pair of black pants. He would've sleep naked if he didn't invite Tartarus in his chambers for tonight--- after. He planned. After the talking, he'll toss all the clothes elsewhere and sleep naked for the night.

Umupo ang demonyo sa pang-isahan na silya kung saan makikita niya kaagad ang mukha ng taong papasok sakanyang kwarto. Tonight's a moon for crescent time, a survey of the dark through the mild tension of the light. Midnight didn't like anything in particular. Didn't like species and creatures and the kingdom and the world and everything. He hates how reality could be so boring before him, that he needed to do something so unusual just to get the good stuff.

The only thing that excites him aside from bedding is the feeling of torturing someone's life. Oh, Midnight Zagreus of the seven is known to have the title of the Sadist among his seven brothers. That he, out of all the demons, has this brutality of ripping skins like he's only peeling an apple. He'd kill everyone if he wants to--- the Emperor is his only leash.

For him, the system of the Empire is nothing but a chart of food chain. Out of the 8 kingdoms, the mortal was placed at the bottom part while the soul eaters took the highest stand of the chain. The Emperor allowed the eating of skins, the law will only find you if you kill a blood of royalty. In short, if a demon kills or eats a witch that has normal blood, it won't be a crime-- if a witch eats or kills a demon that has normal blood, it won't be a crime-- but if a demon kills or eats a royalty from the witches, the law will be there to give punishment. Do everything to survive, but you do not spill royal blood.

The Empire of Ursa is a land of pure venom. Only those whose hearts were stained with darkness could ever endure the vicious system of the continent.

And Midnight is a male of dread. All races have resented him for two reasons: For his brain, and for his face. Stupid. Midnight had thought. He was almost perfect if it weren't for that sadistic personality of his. The red of his eyes was once described to be a living fire that burned bright. Eating off fears and terrors. Females would do everything just to get his natural long and thick eyelashes that curled at the edges. His dark raven hair flawlessly complemented the strong features of his handsome face. His golden-brown skin seemed to glow even in the shadiest part of the darkness.

And his body-- Oh, his body. The demon was gifted with everything. Muscles at the right places, hard as stone, earned from years of training and fighting.

His dead eyes were feared by everyone and he found it a satisfaction to forever enjoy.

If hell was a person, it would be Midnight.

Midnight kept his dead eyes leached off of any emotion when he finally beheld another demon male in front of him.

Tartarus closed the doors of the chamber, "This needs to be good, Your Highness"

Midnight Zagreus of the seven grins. "Sit down"

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