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Chapter Four

He had forced himself to leave when she crumbled in his arms. The delectable sound that fell from her plump lips together with the irresistible scent of her arousal had nearly driven him mad with need.

He hadn't expected his influence over the angel's body to affect him as well. The King of Demons manipulated others through lust – not the other way around. But he had wanted her all the same. Asmodeus was notorious for twisting the sexual cravings of mortals and forcing them to submit to their darkest desires. By having them submit to those needs and succumb to their lust, he was able to corrupt them easily.

It would be remarkably more difficult to corrupt an angel like Armaita, but that didn't mean he couldn't compel her body to feel things she never had before. Bringing her to completion and bending her to his will would be amusing.

No matter how devoted she was to her Lord, Asmodeus knew quite well that even the mightiest of angels could be brought to their knees. Lucifer was living proof of that. No angel was safe from corruption – their free will making them targets as much as the mortals.

It was odd. He didn't want to corrupt her. Even when she did nothing to hide her loathing of him and insulted him every chance she got. Something about her passion spoke to him. She fought valiantly for her charge, even when her chances of defeating him were slim. An angel of her low ranking wasn't equipped with enough power to banish a demon of his standing back to Hell.

Those that worked closely with humans had enough power to guide and influence them, but rarely did they possess the ability to interfere with outside matters. It was their purpose to observe and give a gentle shove in the right direction.

Yet, she had gone out of her way to gain enough power to affect him. It made him respect her. She hadn't lied when she promised she would never stop fighting to protect her ward. Unlike most angels he had encountered in the past, she had delivered on that promise. It was wildly attractive.

Together with her beauty, Armaita's devotion to her mission ignited something within him – a desire to make her his. Not so he could harm her but rather, so he could enjoy her. Angels were free to do as they pleased. He wondered if she would ever lie with a demon.

He laughed to himself. Of course, not. She hadn't tried to hide her revulsion of his race. In fact, she had expressed it openly on multiple occasions. He had barely known the celestial being one day, yet he had learned the most vital thing about her: she was loyal and true to her duty.

His black hooves clopped against the black granite of his castle. Relieved to be home, the King of Demons entered his throne room and slumped into the oversized and equally over-decorated chair. His elbow rested on the armrest and he caught his forehead in his large palm. He was exhausted.

The doors to his throne room swung open without warning. Asmodeus lifted his head, frowning when Beezlebub strolled in like he owned the damned place. Dragging a large palm down his face, he tried to hold on to his composure. He didn't appreciate Lucifer sending his second in command – as if he expected him to report back like one of his obedient dogs.

"Asmodeus," the fallen angel addressed him casually on purpose, pissing the Demon King off. The fallen angels thought they were better than the demons, even when they were last to arrive in this realm. There had always been some form of resentment. Because the demons refused to bow down to their prince? Well, it was never going to happen. There was enough room down here for both species to live under separate rule.

"What do you want, insect?"

The angel's eyes narrowed at the insult, but he took it in stride. He obviously knew better than to provoke Asmodeus further.