Chapter 5
Vazul
Ipreened as Coral fawned over my work. Over the past two days, I’d been diligently fixing the many flaws in her designs. Most had been quite minor, but the obsessive-compulsive side of me simply couldn’t leave it alone. Anyway, the ultimate result had been more than worth it.
What broke my brain was the constant guilt she felt about overworking me and her desire to find ways of rewarding and thanking me.
My prior masters always exploited whatever I had to offer.
Coral’s lack of entitlement messed with my head.
The annoying part was how often she tried to convince me to rest. She still struggled to understand that resting bored me to tears.
It wasn’t a reward but a punishment. And yet, her attentiveness to me was both refreshing and endearing.
I will not drain her.
Who would have thought the day would come when I would meet a master I actually wanted to keep permanently?
And I truly wanted to keep her. Although I promised not to drain her, I could have used one of many workarounds to do it regardless.
In fact, I considered it that first day and probably would have done so, had she been a foul Mistress.
When it came to toeing the line and finding loopholes, creatures of the underworld like me excelled at finding the cracks and slipping through them. In this instance, Coral made me promise not to drain her while we were intimate. She never mentioned any other moment. That made them fair game.
But I truly liked my little human. Her emotions tasted divine.
I loved how she doted on me, took my wishes and needs into consideration, and possessed such a sweet and innocent soul.
The most shocking part was how stellar sex with her was.
As a Liderc, I always gave my partners the most mind-blowing experience.
It was my duty. I rarely expected to receive in return and usually didn’t.
With her, it was different. She gave as much as she could, making certain my needs were tended to in all ways, be it sex or anything else.
The trip to the mall yesterday had been quite the riot.
I was used to my masters simply dictating what I would wear and how I should behave.
Most of the time, they demanded I dress in lurid fashions so that they could enjoy the view or flaunt me to their friends.
Until now, it had never bothered me as it had been the norm.
But with her, I was discovering something new.
My feelings mattered. I mattered. My desires mattered.
And above all, she was teaching me what it felt like to be treated with respect, kindness, and selfless generosity.
She splurged on me to the point I had to tell her to stop it.
What made it so amazing was the fact that she wasn’t doing it to buy my loyalty or appreciation.
Coral wanted me to be happy. Her emotions loudly broadcast that her sole concern was ensuring all my needs were met, and that I wasn’t holding back out of some misplaced shyness or guilt at making her spend for me.
I didn’t care how much money she spent. As her Liderc, it was my duty to make sure she recovered it all and significantly increased her wealth thanks to my services.
As we walked through the mall, so many heads turned to admire the human form I had taken.
He was an extremely handsome and muscular man, so people’s reactions were unsurprising.
The pride that radiated from her did the strangest thing to me.
At first, I wondered if she would be offended by so many people drooling over her man.
But it quickly became apparent that she loved that I drew so many eyes and especially that I ignored them all, focusing my attention on her instead.
The silly female didn’t understand that no one could ever take me from her, even if I wanted to be—which I absolutely didn’t.
Was it stupid that I hated that the entire world believed that my woman belonged to that human instead of me?
I wanted to walk around in my demon form and shout from the rooftops that she was mine and I was hers.
At least, Coral happily allowed me to stay in my true form at home.
More importantly, not once had she requested or even wished for me to take a human appearance or a different face than my own during our intimate moments.
Most of the time, my masters demanded I remain in whatever human form they had chosen for me. After all, they didn’t want me, Vazul. They just wanted the embodiment of the fantasy in their minds. It would hurt me deeply if my Coral suddenly started acting that way.
Obviously, I needed to get over it. So long as we lived in the Mortal Realm, I would never be able to show my true face by her side in public, except maybe during All Hallows.
The question that plagued me was whether this would last. I loved her happy emotions and how she responded to me.
The thought that she might tire of me and want to move on was devastating.
We’d only just met, but I was already hooked.
And tonight would be the real test.
I had a bad feeling about Angie’s party.
Watching my woman fidget and stress out for two days since receiving the invitation both amused and irked me.
Obviously, Angelique would want me—who wouldn’t?
But that was too damn bad for her. My silly Mistress still struggled to comprehend that she fully owned me, not only through our magic bond, but also because I chose to remain hers.
No matter. It would all become clear soon enough.
As we settled in her car—me in the passenger seat—I put on my seat belt with a pout. Coral gave me a confused look when I crossed my arms over my chest and stared forward. I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t help feeling annoyed.
“What’s wrong?” Coral asked carefully.
“I’m your Liderc. I should be driving you to your destination as you enjoy the view, not be chauffeured around by you. I hate feeling useless,” I grumbled.
She gaped at me for a second before chuckling. That she found my reaction silly—valid though her response was—aggravated me a bit more. Yet, the amused and slightly tender emotions emanating from her mollified me. I fucking loved her sweeter emotions.
“Vazul, you’re so stinking adorable,” she said softly.
“You’re not being useless. You’re keeping me company and being my mental support during an evening I really don’t want to attend.
Anyway, you can’t drive until we have sorted out your papers.
But don’t worry, soon enough you’ll be the one complaining about how much driving I’m making you do. ”
“It will never be too much,” I countered firmly with a haughty sniff.
She chuckled again and took off. It was a twenty-minute drive to our destination—a fancy housing complex located near the heart of downtown.
During the journey, Coral gave me a quick breakdown of the people who would be in attendance, and the things to watch out for.
Her nervousness when it came to Angelique was almost palpable.
It shamed me to admit that her fear of losing me tickled me pink.
We entered the building and made our way to the elevators.
It flew up to one of the penthouses. The closer we got to our destination, the more restless my Mistress became.
It displeased me tremendously. At first, I egotistically assumed it was all due to her apprehension about Angie’s reaction to me.
But it finally dawned on me that it was the entire circle that made her uneasy.
She didn’t want to be with these people.
So why were we here?
I almost suggested that we leave but kept my peace. In the end, the situation with Angie needed to be put to rest. Delaying things wouldn’t do us any good. And I wouldn’t tolerate my Coral’s delicious emotions being tainted by this type of stress.
The most intense sense of déjà vu slapped me the moment the door opened before us.
So many times before, in far older eras, I had attended this type of gathering.
It was always the same thing. Most of the guests possessed varying levels of magic, with only a handful of others being laymen, mundane, or normies—as non-magic users were often referred as.
It always baffled me why these people congregated together.
Half of them disliked each other—not to say flat out despised—and would stomp all over each other to get ahead.
Most harbored some sort of jealousy or envy hidden behind syrupy smiles and backhanded compliments.
They were fully aware that beneath those fake friendships, they were all using each other either as steppingstones to increase their power, or as punching bags to make themselves feel superior.
No wonder my Coral didn’t want to be a part of this.
Her soul was too sweet and pure for these jackals.
To be fair, not all of them were foul. In fact, Sophia turned out to be quite pleasant.
Like the others, she only mingled with this group in order to increase her power.
But she did so while earning everything through hard work instead of trying to leech off others.
She understood that you couldn’t grow in this field by isolating yourself, like my Mistress was.
Sophia just excelled at navigating safely in a shark-infested sea.
Obviously, I had known Coral’s magic to be fairly basic.
But now, standing amidst her peers, I realized that she was barely a novice, a baby amongst powerful witches.
It whipped all of my protective instincts into a frenzy.
However powerful these witches were, none compared to me.
Anyone who tried to mess with my Mistress would find out the hard way.
“Coral, there you are!” said an attractive female with an excessive enthusiasm as she pushed her way through the crowd and headed towards us.