Queen of the Ashes

Chapter Eighteen

Lilum: Majesty
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«Rakshasa» The name held power and authority, much like the demon uttering it, and although Ethan was familiar with Maze's other name (and what came with it), it still brought shivers up his spine as it echoed through the silence of the massive hollow hall.

The human tried to not react viably but failed as his form shuddered automatically in the dark demons hold. Even as he laid in her arms, Maze seemed unfazed by his reaction as her focus only rested on the much lighter demon sitting slightly above them on a golden throne.

The lighter demon had always been fond of gold and a sucker for diamonds, but...this was getting out of hand, Maze thought to herself as she rolled her gaze over the scattered diamonds on her massive throne.

The lighter demon looked like a child as her throne almost devoured her petite form. The only thing that made her remind of a woman was her clothes. The demons obsession with wealth was clear in the way she wore barely any clothing but the little she did wear was only of the finest fabric and diamonds. It was also clear in the way she had insisted on designing her very own crown - in gold of course- to fit around her head and allow her snow-white hair to slip past as it floated in the air.

The lighter demon had a look of innocence wrapped around her form. She didn't host any of the typical demon features that many of her subjects did. She didn't appear demonic at all, rather angelic. And that was exactly what made her so dangerous.

Her demon rested underneath her skin and was designed to fool and manipulate. Her demonic features was in her personality. Almost everything on the inside, therefore, was demonic. Her thoughts and her actions. Her demon was like a disease, a virus, and it had found the perfect host. With deep and clear blue eyes, fair white skin, and a smile that immediately pulled you in, she was the perfect camouflage as the virus couldn't wait to spread and infect others.

To simplify it: no being could be pure evil, but the lighter demon was one of the closest things to just that.

The lighter demon watched the other darker demon with interest, and her eyes seemed to sparkle in fascination as she moved on to study the small human the supposed lethal Raksasha had cradled to her chest.

Automatically Maze moved her hand around the back of Ethan's head and pulled him closer to her, keeping him firmly to her chest. It was a warning to the lighter demon who couldn't seem to get the point until it was handed to her on a silver - or golden- plate. But the message didn't seem to get across after all as it only excited the lighter demon. Especially as Ethan's eyes unwillingly drifted over to her. The lighter demon smirked in response as Ethan's mismatching orbs locked with her blue ones.

«I've been waiting for you» the lighter demon admitted, eyes still on Ethan «However now I see what occupied you»

The lighter demon tilted her head slightly, hair moving in the action as it floated in the air behind her.

«Tell me, is he as submissive as he looks?»

Ethan shifted uncomfortably in Mazes hold as he ripped his gaze away from the white hair demos eyes, his glasses sliding down his nose brink as his eyebrows drew upwards. He was astounded by her sudden question and cursed himself for reacting so viable towards it. He tried to suppress the embarrassment from reaching the visible surface - mostly because he hated it when he blushed like that in front of strangers and because he didn't want to confirm her suspicion- but he couldn't help but drop his gaze to the ground in a shy and slightly guilty manner as his face heated up.

«Cut the crap, Ivraia» Maze warned lowly, sensing Ethan's discomfort. She knew it was unwise to show too much affection towards him, but she couldn't suppress her possessiveness towards him. Especially when other demons - or anyone for that matter- openly checked him out and made statements that were true yet too private to be brought to the table by anyone but her.