Page 22 of Fated to the Demon

My fingers twitch, itching to tear the truth from his lying throat. But before I can act, Saturus moves.

He reaches for a decorative pike mounted on the wall, its wicked point gleaming in the dim light. With inhuman speed, he drives it through the captain's other shoulder. The dark elf's scream cuts off abruptly as the metal punctures his lung.

Blood pours from the new wound, joining the growing puddle on the floor. The metallic scent fills the air, making my head spin. But it's not disgust I feel. It's... excitement.

I step closer, feeling a strange heat rising in my chest. My vision sharpens, the world taking on an odd, reddish tint. Is this the demon power Saturus gave me?

"Where. Is. My. Sister?" I snarl, each word punctuated by the pounding of my heart.

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The captain's pathetic whimpers grate on my nerves, echoing off the damp stone walls of the dimly lit chamber. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of fear. I materialize a wicked blade, its edge gleaming in the flickering torchlight. Claudia's eyes widen as I present it to her, handle-first.

"Take it, my dear. Let me show you the finer points of persuasion."

She grasps the knife, her fingers trembling slightly. I step behind her, my chest pressed against her back. My hands ghost over her arms, guiding her movements. The heat of her body seeps through her clothes, igniting a fire in my veins.

"Start here," I whisper, directing the blade to the captain's collarbone. "Shallow cuts. We don't want him passing out too soon."

Claudia hesitates for a heartbeat, her breath catching. I can sense the internal struggle within her, the last vestiges of her humanity warring with her newfound darkness. Then, with a soft exhale, she presses the knife against his skin. A thin line of crimson appears, eliciting a sharp gasp from our captive.

"Good," I purr, my lips brushing her ear. "Now, trace along his ribs. Slowly."

She follows my instructions, her movements becoming more fluid with each passing moment. The captain's screams fill the air, a symphony of agony that sends shivers of delight down my spine. Claudia's breathing quickens, and I can smell the intoxicating mix of fear and excitement emanating from her.

"Where's my sister?" Claudia demands, her voice low and dangerous. There's a new edge to her tone, a darkness that wasn't there before. It's music to my ears.

"I-I don't know!" he sputters, spittle and blood flying from his lips. "Please, I swear!"

I click my tongue. "He's lying, darling. Let's try something more... persuasive."

I guide her hand lower, to the soft flesh of his abdomen. "Here. Deeper this time."

Claudia plunges the blade in, twisting it slightly. The captain howls, his body convulsing against his restraints. The sound of tearing flesh and snapping sinew fills the air, a grisly melody that makes my heart race with excitement.

The captain's eyes roll wildly, blood dripping from his lips. "The general... he took them. Basement. His torture chamber for human women."

I feel Claudia stiffen against me, her grip on the knife tightening. The scent of her rage is intoxicating, a heady perfume that makes my head spin with desire.

"Please," the captain sobs, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Kill me. End it."

Claudia's voice trembles, a mix of emotions coloring her words. "I didn't want to kill you, but..."

"With the blood he's losing, death is inevitable," I murmur in her ear. My fingers trail down her arm, savoring the warmth of her skin. "I have a way."

I grin, savoring the delicious mix of fear and anticipation radiating from Claudia. Her transformation is intoxicating - from meek human to vengeful demoness. I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear.

"There's a way to make his suffering eternal, my dear. Kill him now, and his soul will be mine to torment for eternity in the depths of my dungeons."

Claudia's eyes shimmer with unholy glee. A soft giggle escapes her lips, sending shivers down my spine. The sound is both innocent and terrifying, a perfect encapsulation of her newfound nature.

"Forever?" she whispers, her voice dripping with dark promise.

I nod, drinking in her excitement. "Forever. Your revenge will never end."

She turns to face the captain, who whimpers pathetically. The knife in her hand gleams, hungry for blood. Claudia's eyes narrow, a predatory smile spreading across her face. In this moment, she's never looked more beautiful.

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