Queen of the Ashes

Chapter Twenty

Amygdalus Communis:
indiscretion
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«I am happy to see that your human is looking a lot better» Ivraia smiled, and it was somewhat genuine as if her words truly were meant in the best way possible. But the shadow demon only saw this as a threat, as she did anything that looked in the direction of her human.

«Get to the fucking point» she growled.

Ethan eyed Mazes form as it suddenly began to darken. She had been forced to allow her demon form to breathe more, her hair and eyes practically black. This usually didn't alarm Ethan as he had grown accustomed to her dark demeanor. But now, the darkness seemed to grow even further, slipping out from her eyes and into her skin. Even her fingertips begun to take on the shade of black as her claws were getting ready to extend.

She usually only lost control like this when she was angry, Ethan recalled. And she had a habit of being rather on edge when she didn't feed, Ethan also recalled, as he thought back to the day she exposed herself to him. She had been so hungry she had lost control entirely and only managed to regain control when her need was fulfilled.

She needed to feed. The hunger was getting the best of her. But she wouldn't allow herself of his blood or body, so he felt rather nervous at this moment. He knew a possible murder (if that was even possible due to the demons immortality) was only a short amount of insults away. And that the light demon resembled a fucking machine-gun as she kept firing off comments that pushed Mazes buttons with ease. If she didn't stop she would surely be bloody sorry to fire off at the wrong target. He could only hold his breath and hope it didn't have to come to that.

«Very well» Ivraia nodded, much to Ethan's relief, before she turned towards one of the doors on her left side.

«Ankai» her voice was like a melody, clinging through the hall like a sirens song. And it only made matters worse as Maze saw how it affected Ethan.

Although Ethan wasn't attracted to the lighter demon in the slightest - there was only room for Maze in his heart- her spell could get under anyone's skin. And right now it turned his insides soft, head fuzzy in warmth and breath shallow.

The human struggled massively with trying to calm down the arousal that built up inside of him. He looked up at Maze as he could feel how intensively she was staring at him by how his skin suddenly tingled. When his gaze met hers he recognized her look to be of fuming jealously, and cleared his throat awkwardly, crossing his legs as he whistled innocently to try and divert her attention from the tent in his pants. But the shadow-demon could practically smell the arousal evaporate from his form.

Ethan looked at her with an expression that read of «I'm sorry but I can't help it».

And Maze responded to this by narrowing her eyes as if saying «You're getting punished for this»

Ethan's eyes widened and shook his head pleadingly, but Maze only smirked evilly down at the human.

Ethan tugged at the fabric of her jacket, trying to gain her attention. He was successful but felt his stomach sink even more at the glare that met him. But Ethan didn't take it to heart as he understood that Maze wasn't truly angry at him, so he braided his fingers in hers and smiled softly at her. To which the demon rolled her eyes at but couldn't help but smile a little at.

The two were too occupied with their eye-conversation, to notice a figure entering the hall. And neither noticed him walking past them and up to Ivraia's throne before the demon practically purred «You called, Mistress», snapping the lovers' attention.

Ivraia smiled a mutually breathtaking smile, but that was also all the affection the purple-demon would receive. Yet it was enough to make him melt into a puddle. Not literally speaking.