Chapter 8 #2
The calculated and evil way in which she plotted the whole thing would have been impressive had the target not been someone I cared so deeply for.
The worst part was that this hatred didn’t even make sense.
Coral and Angie didn’t have a long history of rivalry.
Technically, she was no threat to her. But people like Angelique couldn’t stand the thought of someone else existing or thriving in their space.
They needed to crush and dominate in order to soothe their fragile egos and deep-rooted insecurities.
Once her dirty work was completed, she toppled the big roll of wrapping paper so parts of it would touch the fire in the hearth.
Too bad for her, that fire was me. I fought the urge to laugh out loud.
Even in this form, I could address people.
It wasn’t like telepathy. They would actually hear me through their ears.
For a split second, I considered messing with her head by doing so.
But I wanted to get a bit more footage recorded before I revealed myself.
Playing along, I slithered over the wrapping paper, quickly spreading myself around the boxes and other flammable objects nearby.
As I could control the heat I emitted—like during my naughty time with my woman—I didn’t burn most of the items I touched.
However, without smoke or darkening paper, Angie would realize that something was amiss.
So I did scorch a few expendable things like the surface layers of the wrapping paper and one of the boxes.
She gasped, seeing how quickly the fire spread. Obviously, it was a tactic on my part so that she wouldn’t see that I wasn’t truly destroying anything of value. I projected the heat towards her, while keeping a cool bubble underneath to protect the collection.
She cackled gleefully. “I told you not to mess with me, you pathetic little cunt. You should have taken my offer while you could. I’ll drink your tears in a champagne flute while I ride my Liderc’s cock.”
This time, I couldn’t hold back my anger, which translated into a giant fiery flare.
She gasped again, realizing that sticking around any longer wouldn’t be wise.
Turning on her heel, she hurried towards the door to exit the workshop.
Not wanting to let her escape so easily, I spread my flames into a fiery fist with which I slammed the door shut.
Angelique yelped and stumbled a few steps back.
Shock quickly gave way to fear as her mind processed what just happened.
As I shifted back into my demon form, I directed the flames to surround the foul woman with a fiery ring.
She spun around and went pale when our eyes met.
I didn’t need a mirror to see how terrifying I likely looked right this instant.
When going into battle, each of my horns split into two, and vicious spikes covered them.
More deadly spikes spread over my arms in parts of my body.
My mouth widened and filled with countless nightmarish teeth that could pierce through metal and bones.
But unlike during the sexy scenario with my woman, this time, far more spikes covered my body, and my face was even more nightmarish.
“What did I tell you, you stupid wench?” I growled in a menacing tone.
“You… you can’t be here!” Angelique stuttered, shaking her head in denial while taking a step back. “You left! I saw you leave with her!”
“And I came back when I felt your stench nearby,” I snarled while slowly advancing towards her. “Did I not warn you what would happen if you crossed my Mistress again?”
“I’m sorry! It was foolish of me. I was just hurt.
I spent so many months and effort just trying to get your egg and then even more months trying to hatch you.
Don’t you see how much I wanted you. Seeing you finally here and belonging to another made me lose my mind.
I just wanted to have you. I’m sorry,” she said pleadingly while retreating as far as the flames behind her allowed.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want it. I told you what would happen if you tried anything ever again. Now, it is time for you to reap what you sowed.”
“NO!” she shouted, her voice shaking with fear. “Other than to feed, you are forbidden to harm humans!”
I waved a dismissive hand. “I am allowed to protect my Mistress from those who would harm her. You deliberately threatened her livelihood. Not only did you trespass her home, her safe haven with evil intent, but you also dared to defile her likeness with your glamour. REMOVE IT, you foul wench!” I shouted.
“I’m sorry!” Angie exclaimed, fumbling to cast the incantation to dispel the glamour. “Please, let me go. I promise never to cause harm again. I will take a blood oath to never interfere in your lives anymore.”
“Oh, you definitely won’t. I’m making sure of it. Permanently.”
“No! Mercy!”
True terror descended over her features when she saw the fiery streaks ignite beneath my skin, and my hands turned an angry shade of red as power built up, ready to be unleashed.
By entering the house wearing Coral’s appearance, Angelique forfeited the one thing that could have protected her from my wrath.
No one, no recording would show her entering this place.
Once she went missing, there would be no tying her to my Mistress.
The foolish woman attempted to cast a protection spell—not that it could have done anything against me. She shrieked when blisters immediately formed over her hands and mouth as I countered her.
An evil chuckle tumbled out of my throat.
“Do you know what they do to evil witches, little Angelique?” I asked in a sickly-sweet voice. “They burn them at the stake. But in your case, maybe I should just drain you and use that extra energy to further elevate my Mistress. That would be poetic justice, don’t you think?”
Crying, Angelique begged and pleaded in an endless sputtering string of barely intelligible words through her blistered lips and tongue.
Although draining her would have indeed given me extra power to use to the benefit of my Coral, I wanted no part of Angie inside me in any shape or form.
“No one will miss you,” I said as two bolts of fire began to swirl above my open palms.
Just as I was about to unleash them on the wretched female, the workshop door burst open, startling us both.
“Liderc, stop!”
Stunned, I gaped at the elegant, older woman standing beyond the flames by the door.
How the fuck did I not feel her approach?
“Mrs. Hopkins!” Angie exclaimed, shock and hope filling her voice.