Shadowed Mirrors

Chapter Two

It's been two days. He's down on his mana stores enough that the others are safe to go in and interrogate him without having to worry about his thrall. I'm still the only one allowed to harvest from him anymore. 

I hate not being able to fully mate myself to him. My Draek Nephilim instincts are telling me to finish it already, to let him consume my mana and bind our souls as well as our bodies. I want to so badly but until he tells us who the King of Hell is we can't complete the rituals and kill him.

The others are home for the night. I head down, his scent still tinging the air but it's so much weaker now and I almost feel bad for the little thing. My wings flare out around me, my tail swaying as I walk. I've come to love visiting him, his gaze no longer disgusting me. 

It's odd, how almost human he is when he knows he has no chance of escape. I wonder if he would be like this should I allow him a bit more freedom. Probably not. He's a demon so I don't expect too much of him.

I open his cell, slipping past the curtain. I find him sitting on his bed, his clothes already neatly folded at the foot of the bed. His eyes are rimmed with red, and I understand what must have happened.

I race to him, the pistons in my brain firing rapidly and figuring out just what happened to him. I scoop him up into my arms, gently holding him. He mewls, crying into my shoulder. His thrall scent is weaker now, overpowered by the scent of his fear. It's sharp, like flint or steel.

I hate this scent. It's not natural for his kind and it's foreign to me. 

"He-he....."

"Shhhh. I know. Did he feed you?"

He mewled, curling his bare body even closer to mine and hiding himself in me as much as he could.

"N-no, he just used me till he g-got my mana and l-left."

I snarled, my instincts running rampant. I hated seeing what was mine violated like this; both my syl and I were in agreement. Whoever fucked my baby boy before I had a chance to mate myself to him was gonna fucking pay.

He calmed down as I held him, at least until the cell door creaked open again and the curtain rustled.

"I knew there was something off with your rule, of how only you could harvest him. I gotta say, it's addicting. His mana's pretty sweet."

 It was one of my most trusted soldiers, no fucking surprise there. Koren had always stared at any of the creatures we brought in; I once had to kill a pregnant female Naga who'd already born one clutch to him.

The Incubus curled into me even more. I felt my claws slip out, my fangs sharpening and elongating further. My secondary limbs split my ribs open, and I transferred him into their hold. I felt my hindlimb scales and musculature curling over my once lean but weak human legs.

Koren eyed me lustfully, licking his lips.

"And what are you, trusted leader? A Draek shifter, or ooooh, maybe a Draek Nephilim!~"

I snarled, my wings flapping fiercely as he approached. The wind buffeted him long enough for me to shift fully, pulling the Incubus into the thin gap between my bodies. I always had that space there, I'd never known what it was for. 

Until now. His body was close against my human one protected by layers of thick scales. His arms wrapped around me, his face hiding in my shoulder. I didn't feel cramped like I'd expected, his body fit into the space perfectly like it was designed for him.

Koren smirked, and I noticed he had no weapon. I felt my maw split in a sickening grin and watched his expression of lust go to one of terror. He turned to run and I snapped him up in a single bite.

His mana flooded my blood, and I felt the Incubus gasp against me. His scent became overwhelming in the small space, and I quickly shifted back to human. My clothes were ragged around the edges, but more or less intact. Usually I lost them entirely.

The Incubus looked at me. Wait, I can't keep calling him 'the Incubus'. I mean, I wanna be his mate and I don't even know his name.

We speak at the same time.

"You're my mate."

"What's your name?"

He answers me first. 

"Azazelyn."

Azazel...where do I know that name from....He's the previous King of Hell. The ancient demon we killed all those years ago when the Coalition For Demon Euthanization And Capture was first formed.

lyn means son of in demontongue.

So Azazelyn....means Son of Azazel.

My baby boy is the King of Hell.