A Little Succubus [KrisxReader; Seven Knights Fanfiction]

Chapter 2: Hazards of Being Next to Him

The Lord of Hell bothered not to ask for your name, and now, you're officially known as Eye candy to him. Of course, you'd love to have him say your name one of these days. Then again, as how the circumstances suddenly progressed, you just wanted to run back to your small shack and sleep it off—perhaps you'd wake up to a nicer dream next time. Something like still being next to the Lord of Hell.

However, the reality you had right now was irreversible. You frantically ran after him as he walked away, not waiting for you anymore. He strode swiftly the empty corridors of the Dark Castle, making his way back from where you came from—where you met Sarah earlier.

The only saving grace you had for now was that you could hear his footsteps even though he was out of sight. It would go on heavily with rage, but he seemed to keep on stopping as if letting you catch up. Fortunately, you managed to get behind him before he could walk out of the castle.

Unlike what you remember, the whole Purgatory was in a commotion. The demons ran here and there, gathering their arms from the armory of the castle. The Lord of Hell didn't demand to be noticed as he strode through the crowd as if he was just a regular soldier passing by. Seeing the panic in the eyes of your now distant kinsmen, you froze again.

What's going on?

A black clawed hand reached out from your peripheral vision, and its slender digits took a hold of your wrist to pull on you. The owner didn't drag you; neither did he held you quite tightly. Since you were not able to break away from the hold, you just endured squeezing through the rushing wave of panicked demons.

"Lord Kris!" A small, plump bat flew towards your direction and hovered with its flapping wings next to the man before you. "We have secured the three holes, but aside from its formation, there were no further movements."

"Which one is the biggest?"

"The one furthest from the castle, milord."

"Hm, we're heading there. The one closest to the urban quarters is top priority." Kris, the Lord of Hell, dismissed the bat with a hand gesture. It flew away without excusing itself and towards another direction.

His hold on your wrist loosened as the two of you managed to reach the crafts' quarters, which was behind the castle. There were still demons running out of their shacks as if wishing to participate in the battle. They all seemed to be members of the reserve corps as they were old and less formidable than the ones you just saw. Unlike them as well, the demons would stop upon seeing the Lord of Hell striding across the path.

Seeing that it was less chaotic here, you chose to daydream once again. You remembered how the bat addressed the Lord of Hell: it was just simply 'Lord Kris,' and nothing pompous like 'Your Majesty,' 'Your Grace,' or 'Your Eminence.' Even Sarah referred to him directly as 'Kris' one time. Then again, a little succubus like you was scared to call him by his name.

'Kris.' You could practice saying his name some other time, you thought.

"Yes?" The Lord of Hell's head moved as if glancing behind him over his shoulder. It seemed that you had called his name out loud without you realizing. Then again, his voice was not annoyed or insulted at all. It was just a casual 'what' from him.

"Didn't mean to say it, huh." He listened to your fuzzy apology. Kris then slowed down as he could see the cluster of the demons preparing to attack whatever was gnawing at the hard, barren soil of the Purgatory. He let go of your hand. "Don't get lost. Just follow me."

The Lord of Hell smoldered as he walked past the demons and got to the front, his yellow eyes glaring at the huge hole that was bored on the ground. It had gone inside the gates of his kingdom, and so he considered it an invasion. It wouldn't have been that alarming if there was just one, but there was three that started showing up simultaneously.

The scroll earlier was a message sent to Sarah from their intel. It was a report on unusual activities underground the already subterranean Purgatory. At the same time, sinkholes appeared in three areas: one close to the craft's quarters, one next to the urban quarters, and the other one was at the castle's courtyard. Each had varying sizes, but the biggest one was laid in front of you and the Lord of Hell.

"How far deep? Enough for something to hide inside." His soft voice answered a question you thought you just said to yourself. Then again, his answer struck lightning inside your heart. Something was hiding deep inside the hole? Man, you just revived, and you're about to die again.

You couldn't help but to whimper and step back. When you did, you felt the soil underneath your padded soles soften. You shot a gaze at every demon that was nearby, and then to the Lord of Hell who was just beside you. You tried to step forward again to take his attention.

The moment you did, the ground you're standing on gave out. You only managed the first second of your scream before Kris grabbed you by the waist and flew out of the way. Even the other demons hopped back or reached out to catch those who could have fallen off the hole.

Kris kept himself airborne as he glared at the hole. You were hanging from one of his arms, and you felt unsafe being so high in the air without making use of your wings. However, your fear of heights was nothing to the paralyzing terror that surged across your heart.

Within the hole was a pair of blazing eyes. It was a cold blue filled with malice and hunger. Your pupils began to shrink as you clenched your teeth to stop them from teetering. In contrast to your reaction, Kris smirked and glared back at the pair of eyes. The radiant warmth coming from him suddenly turned into a glacial air of murderous intent.

"You finally showed up."

[A/N: I'm really tempted to use his Myth Awake appearance. Is it too late to change the color of his eyes? Hahaha, but he's such a cool cutie in his awakened form. And yes, I'm changing the story flow from here on. I have to focus on the reader role. I will change the cover when I have the time to draw.]