Demonic Spell II

Recipe 14

RECAP:

Thallan arrived back to the Underworld. His day was very promising. From locating the Warlock up to the fact that Elisha will never be able to get rid of him as long as both of their agreements were not fulfilled and he will never break-off their Deal willingly –ever.

Thallan caught her scent long before he saw her mate milling angrily infront of a closed door but it’s not Illia’s smell that made him stood stock-still in disbelief, anger and confusion.

It can’t be…

What is she doing here?

Who brought her here?

 

He strode purposely towards the room where most of the scent was more concentrated but Illia blocked his way before he could reach a hand towards the door where the aroma lures him.

Elisha.. He can smell Elisha on the other side of this door.

 

Elisha..

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“No, Thallan. You’re not going in there.” Illia hissed, putting both her hands on his chest to push him back away from the door. Illia smelt her nemesis as well and she won’t let her put her puny hands on her mate.

“Let me through, Illia.” Thallan said calmly without even glancing at his mate. His eyes glued on the door as if willing the door to open on its own accord.

“No! You’re mine! Not hers!” Illia screamed, digging her nails on Thallan’s chest until blood bubbled on the surface.

Angered by Illia’s temper he bared his fangs at her, something that he never done to her even before she died and that made Illia clamped her mouth shut. “Let me through.”

Irritated by his mate, he moved pass her despite of her protest and push the door with enough force that it fell from its hinge but what he found was not what he expected.

Instead of Elisha, he found Fuxal lounging on a large fur-covered couch, grinning victoriously at him, and can easily smell Elisha on him –her scent emanates from him.

Snarling at him in anger, his nose flared when he smelt something more intoxicating –Elisha’s very essence and his eyes zeroed in on its source.

“You miss this.” Fuxal teased, swirling the scarlet liquid on the wineglass while Thallan watched it with avid fascination and hunger.

“Oh.. she’s not here?” Thallan heard Illia’s murmurs behind him but he paid to attention to her as his eyes were on Fuxal, noting that his eyes were more scarlet than usual and it glows incandescently, a proof that this demon prince is high on power.

Thallan could not stop the furious growl from ripping out of his throat; the intensity of the sound simultaneously broke every glass in the room save from the one that Fuxal have. “I warned you to leave her alone.”

“And I told you that you shouldn’t leave her alone. I just went to visit her and sample the delicacies that you’ve been having.” Fuxal took a sip of the red liquid and gave Thallan a mocking salute with the glass. “Tasty.”