Page 70 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

My fist swings before I make the conscious decision to move it. I’m fucking infuriated by the audacity of this monster.

“Do you have siblings?” I ask, punching him again. The blood flows sluggishly from his nose as I break it, and I want my words to resonate in his mind, whether he’s able to respond or not.

Cognizant that I need to take care of my plaything if I want it to live long enough for me to enjoy myself, I let the oxygen return to his body. A deep inhale, maybe two, is all I allow Adares before removing his ability to do so again and kick him onto his back.

The stick of dick cheese tried to scream. Such a damn dumb move. I can tell the difference between gasping for breath for the sake of the life giving property it’ll gift you, and gasping to speak.

Jumping into the air, I stomp on Adare’s body, enjoying the soundless scream. His lips pulling into the motion to give that sweet sound, if he had the oxygen to do so, actually makes my dick hard.

Kicking, jumping, pulling him by his shirt to punch him, all making Adares puke at one point, and I simply mist away before he can get any of the putrid shit on me. Now, my fun can begin since I can’t allow myself to get more fluid on my clothes than I already have.

Thank fuck that I chose to wear black clothing today.

Allowing him to breathe, but stealing his voice, I pluck his worst nightmares from his mind. That’s the trouble witha fear demon: we can make you believe all of that shit is actually happening. By the time his roommates come in, he’ll be incoherent, living on a loop of fear.

He’ll be shipped off to a mental institution, but none of the shit they push into his body will help. Unless I choose to remove my influence, which I won’t, he’ll need to kill himself to be able to escape it.

In fact… a cruel smile curls my lips as I open drawers until I find the utensils. Pulling out a fork, I drop it near him and close the drawer. After all, I don’t want him to hurt anyone else. This way, if he figures out a way to kill himself with the fork, he’ll at least deserve his death due to ingenuity and commitment.

Adares writhes as he scrapes at his arms with his claws, screaming wordlessly and soundlessly. When someone walks into the dorm, the bubble around his vocal cords will burst. I’m efficient, if anything, in my torture.

The monster on the ground in front of me is afraid of many things, and one of them is spiders. Another is being alone, which is why tears are streaming from his eyes. I’ve convinced him that he’ll forever be without another soul near him, and that the world hates him.

He also can’t see any light or objects, and believes that he is blind.

It’s not smart to fuck with a fear demon’s mate.

“Why not just pull his very essence away from his body and call it done?” a demon covered in green, shimmering scales asks speculatively.

Sighing, I ask myself which Hell-scape creatures I must have pissed off to send me such an inquisitive imp. Ah, my parents are the culprits.

“That wouldn’t be any fun,” I state. “I want him to suffer. Now, what do you want? I have a very busy schedule to keep.”

“Of feeding and torture?” he asks, eyes wide and excited. The imp is naked, and I struggle to swallow back my sigh. He’s very newly released from Hell, especially sent to me.

“Sure,” I grunt. “I am not returning to Hell. Please remind my parents of this.”

“I can’t! You have to come. They’re really scary,” he complains.

“Not my problem,” I mutter, turning to face him fully and crossing my arms. The door to Lorelei’s room is closed, but I don’t want to go in there until he’s gone.

Releasing any of her scent, even though she’s been gone for weeks, isn’t something I want to do. Before I leave, I’ll open the window in her room to air it out. However, this imp doesn’t get even a whisper of her essence.

“I’m also very scary,” I state. “Would you like to receive a lesson in why there have been countless demons over the last thousand years who have failed to get me to go back? I’m older than I even care to remember from my time in Hell, so I simply don't acknowledge it. As you can see, my day has just begun with the devastation I plan to wreck. Please ask yourself if you’d like to be a broken body within it.”

“You really aren’t going to come home, are you?” he pouts.

“Nope,” I grunt. “Now go away. Straight home, understood?”

The last words are spoken in the demon language most think is dead, but when you cut your teeth on it, the words stay with you.

The imp inclines his head, but that’s not good enough for me. Snatching him up by the throat, I lift him into the air.

“Words, little imp,” I snarl, enjoying as his scales turn black, to red, to green again. This is the equivalent of a demon about to shit himself.

“Yes, sir,” he hisses. “Straight to Hell.”

“Tell my parents hello,” I state, dropping him. His feet don’t bother to hit the ground before he disappears, and I feel for his presence in the air.

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