Challenging King Aiden |✔|

Chapter- 43 Soul

Priscilla POV

"Peace." I answered. His eyes bored into mine.

Watching my soul which wanted him. Only him. I wanted to kick sense to him that his demon can never scar me away.

"And I can never give it, babygirl." He whispered softly.

"I never wanted it." I stepped impossibly close. His eyes never leaving mine.

Our lips were a breathe away. His face was becoming visible. Dark covered our surrounding.

"I was born for destruction." He breathe as his eyes dropped to my lips as mine did it too.

"I don't care if you destroy me. I want to be with you. And if you don't kiss me right now then I am divorcing you." As soon those word were said his lips met mine.

Our lips moved in sync. They fitted like they belong to each other. His tongue licked my lower lip asking. I opened my mouth for him. For him to destroy me. His hands moved to my waist as he pulled me impossibly close. My hands moved into his hair. Pulling and tucking. Sparks flew as soon my tongue met his. Fight for dominance. I tucked his hair earning a groan.

We both pulled back for air. Both were breathing heavily. I felt euphoria all over.

"I love you, Aiden." I whispered.

"I never stopped loving you, Babygirl." He whispered back.

His eyes was twitching between its original to the red.

"Are you blocking him?" I asked. He nodded.

"Don't." I whispered. He looked at me.

"I made him, Priscilla. Evil and Cruel. The part I never wanted to show you. He was never made for you." He said truthfully. I smiled.

"I want all of you, Aiden. All. Bad and Good." I stated.

"He is difficult." He muttered.

"I want to be for your bad too. I can never run away from your side. Never." I stated. He nodded. His eyes shone red in seconds.

"What do you call yourself?" I asked.

"I was never called. Never Willingly" He stated. Hollow tone. No emotions.

"You want to say something?" I asked when he looked at me as if he want me to shut up.

"I want to warn you." He stated.

"About what?" I asked.

"About me." He replied hard.

"You?" I looked at him.

"Yeah, me. Priscilla. Aiden, which is myself. We splited. The pain and anger we had when our dad and sister had died made us into two. One with anger, cruelty, destruction, pain. Other with Dominance, mind, light, bold, numbness." He said.

"Demons are born with. Not made. But he made. He made his own demon. That is why he is the best to rule hell. He knows what he does. He knew he will never be a good king if he let the pain and anger in him. He gave them to me. The demon he was born with died long ago." He whispered lowly. He looked at me almost softly.

"He never let a single person get his feelings. He would let me out without hesitation. But when you were born he felt it. He felt his heart beat for a reason. He felt the need to keep me away from you." He continued.

"All I ever wanted was blood, Priscilla. Blood. War. Revenge. Stab someone and feel pleasure. Now I don't think I want to." He muttered, his eyes raise to see mine.