Demonic Spell II

Recipe 35

Thallan snarled wildly in frustration, scaring the animals that had been peacefully drinking in the midst of African sun.

Triaru was too cunning to leave a trail behind and possess a lot of ability that can evade even the most experienced tracker.

Thallan knew that Triaru won’t get far not when he already set his eyes in his next target; Elisha and her mate.

Searching for the faint trace of Triaru's energy, he followed after him and found himself falling in his knees on a deserted island.

He swore under his breathe at his evident weakness as his hand shook while he struggle to pull himself up. He was thankful that no one was around to witness his moment of weakness.

His energy was fast draining from his consecutive use of Black Fire and from jumping through places in his pursuit of Triaru, and add to was the fact that he haven’t been able to feed from Elisha since the day the her mate found her; he was only functioning through his power reserve and he will be useless even if he managed to caught up with Triaru.

He was about to turn to go to Hell to inform Triarus sighting when he was alerted by another’s presence. Whirling around, he came face to face with Fuxal's fiery eyes. "He was here." It came more like a statement than question.

Thallan nodded, he didn’t need to ask who 'him' was. The evident lust for revenge was clear on Fuxal’s eyes, and with a brief look at him, Fuxal vanished. With nothing for him to do he went to Hell and inform everyone that he had seen Triaru on Earth yet withhold the information about Elisha; he didn’t want more attention from the other beings to focus on her.

He then went back to Elisha and the sound of her wretched sobs greeted him when he arrived.

Following the sound upstairs, he found himself on the doorway of the bedroom she shared with her mate and found the Fomorian standing rather helplessly infront of the bathroom door where she had locked herself into.

The latter turn towards him, eyeing him warily before turning back to the door. Thallan didn’t know if it was the silent way of the Fomorian on telling him that he had accepted his presence or if he didn’t care if he exist or not but he preferred first one more than the usual snarling greeting of Elisha’s mate on him.

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Elisha added more soap on the rough loofah for the second time before scrubbing her shoulders raw.

Soleil did managed to take the worst of the demons memory from her mind but her skin still itched and crawl when she remember the demon's heated touch on her skin.

A sob escaped her lips before she could stop it, she feels dirty and she couldn’t bring herself to touch Soleil lest she contaminated him with the demon’s revolting touch.

Taking a quivering breathe, she sobbed it out as she furiously scrubbed her inner thighs, the delicate skin quickly turning red at her rough ministration.

"Elisha." She was so deep in her own misery that she didn’t hear Soleil's entrance and by his shoulder she spied Thallan looking at her from the doorway of her bedroom.