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Chapter 78 | Blood

Jasper narrowed his eyes at Asher, glowering, "You're a damn mess." He hit his fist on the table and changed his line of sight over to Drake. "You both are. I really don't give a fuck that you just lost your dad, and I don't care about how broken your heart is over a damn vampire."

"Now, Jasper," Deacon softly spoke as he set his hand on the back of his chair, "You of all people should know how long the pain of love and loss can last. They're allowed to have emotions. In fact, emotion is what makes a good fighter."

The warden pressed his fingers to his temples, grumbling, "Sometimes I hate having a saint in my head." He sighed, "Despite your current condition, I need you two to get your heads straight. I'm sending you on a recruiting mission."

"We're probably one of your worst options for that kind of thing." Asher replied.

"What have I told you about speaking out of turn?!" He snapped.

"I- I'm sorry, Master Knight."

"It's fine. I know you can't help yourself in your current state. I have a general location for one of the two remaining cursed prayers. I'd like you to go there and convince him into joining us. And before I hear anything about how your mind is imbalanced, and how you're not one of us," Jasper opened his palm, summoning a scarab. The beetle scurried off the desk and over to Drake. "I'm giving you your father's power. Do not make a fool of me for doing so. And you, come here."

He curled his long, thin finger in a beckoning motion towards Asher. For as powerful as the incubus was, he was no where near Jasper's level. The warden terrified him, but you'd never see him admit it. He hesitantly stepped forward as Jasper rose from his seat. His hand latched onto Asher's neck, pulling him over his desk.

Deacon looked away as the two demons lips met. He was a true saint in more ways than one. Seeing such lustful behavior made him uncomfortable, to say the least. It was the nature of demons. Even if they had no true feelings or sexual intentions towards someone, it was through the mouth they stole souls, transferred powers, among other abilities.

Jasper released his grip on Asher, allowing him to stumble back. He shamefully wiped his mouth as he diverted his eyes away from his boss. "You balanced my equilibrium without lust. How did you-"

"I never said I did it without lust." Jasper responded, "I prefer to keep you on a short leash, though, so I can't be doing that all the time. However, I figured you'd need the strength in case your target becomes hostile. I highly doubt he will, but better safe than sorry." He walked around his desk slowly, ears perking when there was a knock at the door. "Ah, right on time. Come in!"

Asher and Drake glanced back at the door briefly. Being that neither were allowed at the party last night, they hadn't gotten a chance to set eyes on Sixteen. He slipped inside the room and walked in between the two younger demons. They might as well have been invisible to him.

Sixteen narrowed his eyes at the warden. "Let's not play any games. I want to be able to stay with Knox and you want me to join your collection of living weapons. Tell me your conditions and I'll give you mine."

"I do quite enjoy a creature willing to skip the mascaraed, but your manners need to be put in check. Even if my body is restricting my abilities, I am still superior to you." Jasper leaned in closer, their eyes only inches apart. "Do you know why? I can control my curse, unlike you three. That is why these two have fallen to my feet. I can offer them all the lust and bleeding hearts they ever so desire. They turn into hungry dogs when I put it in front of them. And you, you're no different. Asher, please go retrieve Mrs. Armstrong for me."

"Right away, Master." He obediently responded. Asher teleported out of the room, leaving behind a little black smoke. A moment later, he returned with the traitor in his hands.