Halfling (editing in process)

Chapter Sixteen

The power that he gained from killing Azael was incredible. There was a reason Azael had ruled a large portion of Hell and now all that power belonged to Lucien. Thanks to Azael breaking his bond with Aria the power hadn't been halved between him and her, no... All that deliciously intoxicating power buzzed through his body, energizing him in a way that no orgy ever could. The Incubus sat in the throne room of the late Azael, newly renovated to fit his needs. The obsidian had been changed for dark wood, curtains in rich shades of silk draped here and there. The throne he sat on was made of wood and silk, and made comfortable by a nest of pillows. The rooms that had once been used for torture were now lavish and comfortable, and occupied by lesser incubi and soul slaves, or other demons. The sexual buzz in the air only fueled Lucien more, but he didn't worry about it now, no... Within the same mirror Payne had been using he had been observing the three's little journey. He wanted the Halfling. Her power was growing with each day, and she was pure.

He was an incubus, and a damn good one; he had to be to take down Azael, though that had been much easier than he had thought it would be. The demon had grown lazy from his whores and his lust for his daughter; which was disgusting in that sense, but was a lovely idea for Lucien. Gathering the power had been easy, there were always desperate human women out there that would willingly part their legs for him; and there were always stupid lesser incubi and succubi he could slaughter and absorb. Those two factors had led to him growing powerful; and because Azael had been so focused on getting Aria he hadn't noticed his rising supremacy until it was far too late. After Payne and that elf had weakened him it was a simple task to crush him like the worm he was.

Leaving his daughter all for him.

Sure; Lucien had had his eye on Aria for a long time, since she had begun to mature early in her teens. It had been infuriating that she had denied him for so long. He had pulled every trick in the book. Not only had he been beaten senseless by Azael, but she remained rebellious to his advances. Now she didn't have daddy to protect her; and Payne? He scoffed at the thought. The little crush the demoness had on her would be short-lived, he would make sure of it. If he got hold of the little Halfling, mold her into something worthwhile... Or just feed from her. Her power already called to him, intoxicating from its mixed energies. He would enjoy feeding off the elven side and grow stronger with the demonic.

One way or another Aria would be his, by her choice or not.