Page 7 of Fated to the Demon

This woman. This fragile, infuriating human. She feels... right. Like a missing piece slotting into place. Like she belongs here, with me. To me.

Ridiculous. I'm Saturus, a demon lord. I don't form attachments to mortals. I devour them.

And yet...

I shake my head, banishing the foolish thoughts. It's been too long since I've tasted human flesh, that's all. The hunger is making me sentimental.

I break the kiss, my tongue savoring the last traces of her flavor. Her eyes are wide, her breath coming in short gasps. The energy I've given her pulses through her body, visible even to my jaded gaze.

"Servants!" I call out, my voice echoing through the chamber.

The woman tries to kneel, her movements clumsy and urgent. I wave a hand dismissively.

"Later. Wash up first."

Two imp-like creatures materialize, bowing low. She startles, her eyes darting between them and me.

"No!" she cries, panic lacing her voice. "I don't have time. I need to go back!"

I raise an eyebrow, amused by her audacity. "Go back? To what, precisely?"

"My sister," she pleads, her voice cracking. "The dark elves took her. I have to save her!"

Ah yes, the sister. I'd almost forgotten in the intoxicating rush of her presence.

I growl, my patience wearing thin. This human dares to defy me? In my own domain? Unacceptable.

In a blur of motion, I pin her against the cold stone wall. My claws dig into her shoulders, not quite breaking skin. A reminder of what I am. Of what she isn't.

"Listen carefully, little mortal," I hiss, my face inches from hers. "You want power? You want to save your precious sister? Then you will obey me. Without question. Without hesitation."

Her eyes widen, fear and defiance warring in their depths. The scent of her terror is intoxicating, stirring my hunger.

"I-I don't understand," she stammers, her breath hot against my face. "What do you want from me?"

I bare my fangs in a feral grin. "Everything."

My hand slides up to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A promise. A threat.

"Disobedience will not be tolerated," I continue, my voice a low rumble. "You will do as I say, when I say it. No arguments. No delays."

My other hand traces down her side, claws catching on the fabric of her tattered clothes. She shivers, but doesn't pull away.

"The choice is yours, little one," I purr, leaning in close. My lips brush her ear as I whisper, "Obey me, and I'll give you power beyond your wildest dreams. Defy me, and..."

I let the threat hang in the air, unspoken but unmistakable.

The human's eyes flicker with resignation. Good. She's learning.

"Fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you want. Just... please help me save my sister."

I release her, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Wise choice, little mortal. Now, go. Clean yourself."

My servants lead her away, their grotesque forms a stark contrast to her fragile beauty. As they disappear down the corridor, I find myself oddly... unsettled. What is it about this human that affects me so?

I pace the chamber, my claws clicking against the stone floor. Minutes crawl by like hours. The scent of her lingers, teasing my senses. I growl, frustration building within me.

What's taking so long? Surely she should be done by now.

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