Page 28 of Damsel to the Demon

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AZARUK

Ikeep my promise to Mercedes and give the Captain back his life.

"Get your ass to the festivities, Captain. Make sure you're on your best behavior for our esteemed guest."

The captain's glazed eyes flicker with a hint of resistance before dulling again. He nods mechanically and shuffles out the door.

I turn to admire Mercedes' handiwork. She's straddling the vice-captain, driving her dagger into his chest with savage glee. A consequence of him coming to check on the captain. Blood sprays across her face, highlighting those mesmerizing eyes.

"Having fun, my little demon?"

Mercedes looks up, her lips curled in a feral grin. "More than I ever imagined."

I stride over, running a finger through the blood on her cheek before licking it clean. "Savor it. But don't forget our goal."

She nods, wiping her blade on the corpse's shirt. "The noble elf. When do we strike?"

"Patience. First, we need to dispose of this body. Can't have anyone stumbling upon our little party favor, can we?"

She giggles, a sound both charming and chilling. She's taking to her new nature beautifully.

I grab the vice-captain's legs while she takes his arms. We haul him to the window, tossing the lifeless husk into the shadows below.

"Now then," I purr, pulling Mercedes close. "Let's get you cleaned up. We have a party to crash."

She grins at me, her eyes alight with a newfound fire. "I can feel the power coursing through me, Azaruk. It's... intoxicating."

I can't help but laugh. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and the way her eyes dance with that mixture of innocence and newfound darkness is utterly captivating. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. The taste of blood still lingers on her tongue, and it sends a thrill through me.

"Oh, my sweet little demon," I murmur against her lips. "There's so much more to come."

She shivers at my words, pressing herself closer to me. Her body radiates heat, the demonic energy within her pulsing in time with her racing heart. I run my hands down her sides, reveling in the way she responds to my touch.

"More?" she breathes, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

I nod, trailing kisses along her jaw. Her eagerness is delicious.

Her eyes dance with anticipation. "Will there be more blood?"

I kiss her deeply, savoring the metallic tang on her lips. "Oh yes, my dear. Rivers of it."

I run my eyes over her, admiring her transformation. The chains clink softly as she shifts, the metal cuffs gleaming against her skin. She's the perfect picture of a captive slave, vulnerable yet defiant. My lips curl into a smirk. The noble won't be able to resist.

"How do I look?" she asks, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Delectable," I purr, circling her. "Our guest of honor won't know what hit him."

I focus, feeling my form shift and morph. Bones crack and realign as I take on the appearance of the dead vice-captain. Mercedes watches, fascination evident in her gaze.

"Ready to play your part, my little demon?"

She nods, lowering her eyes in a show of subservience. "Yes... master."

The word sends a thrill through me. I grab the chain attached to her collar, giving it a gentle tug.

We make our way through the corridors, Mercedes stumbling behind me as if truly bound. The sounds of the festivities grow louder as we approach the main hall. I can smell the fear and excitement rolling off her in waves.

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