Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 457

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Chapter 457: A Deal With A Demon

"That was an impressive performance. Now, however, I implore you to provide me with a valid reason for summoning me, or else I will reduce you to nothing but fragments," the demon declared, her expression growing darker.

Although the demon assumed a human form and wore a tight dress that accentuated her alluring figure, Islinda couldn’t help but notice the sinister appendage lurking behind her. It suddenly occurred to Islinda that she herself possessed a tail. It was long, sinuous, and had an eerie aesthetic. The tail’s skin was smooth to the touch, but spikes dotted its length, giving it a menacing appearance.

From her position, Islinda couldn’t see more and she wasn’t eager to lift the demon’s skirt to get a better view of her tail. That would be absurd, and she felt a deep sense of unease around the creature, much like her fear of approaching the leader of the dark Fae, even though he couldn’t see her.

The atmosphere grew tense, indicated by the erect position of the demon’s tail. Islinda sensed that the demon was displeased with being summoned and would strike at any moment.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the dark Fae took a step forward, momentarily setting aside his pride as he lowered his head. "I apologize, princess. Not all of us lack manners," he said, casting a scrutinizing gaze at his second in command, who trembled, realizing his mistake.

The Succubus, seemingly reveling in the exchange, addressed the leader, saying, "It’s good to see you understand your place, dark one."

His expression contorted in pain, as he begrudgingly swallowed his pride. However, he quickly regained his composure.

The Succubus continued, her tone now curious, "But I am eager to know why you summoned me, High Lord of the Night Court."

"What in the Fae?!" Islinda exclaimed, wide-eyed.

What was happening? How was this possible? Was this fae the High Lord of the Night Court? Islinda remembered the story of how the dark Fae came to be. Did the Night Court make a pact with a demon for their corrupt powers? Was that what was happening here?

But that couldn’t be the case. Islinda observed the markings on his body and the darkness swirling in his eyes. This had to be after the deal had been struck. So, what was going on? Could this be another event that occurred afterwards? And how was she privy to it? This couldn’t be a dream or a vision. Wait a minute, what if this was a memory? If that were true, then whose memory was it? Numerous questions and theories raced through Islinda’s mind.

Finally, the Night Court Lord lifted his head, a sinister smirk playing at his lips, causing Islinda to shudder. However, the Succubus demon seemed unfazed, either exceptionally powerful or extremely confident that none of them could lay a hand on her.

"I am pleased to see you are not a fool. Indeed, I have summoned you because I wish to strike a deal with you, princess," he declared.

Laughter erupted from the Succubus, her hysterical mirth filling the room. The Night Court lord’s mouth twitched in embarrassment, but he skillfully concealed his anger.

"Night Court Faeries never seem to learn, do you? I assumed that after making a deal with a high demon, you would be content with what you obtained," she tutted, shaking her head pityingly. "It turns out that power is never truly satisfying."

"That may be true, however, this realm is vast and there is much to conquer. Trust me, princess, you would find satisfaction in this deal," he asserted.

"Fine," the princess acquiesced, "Let’s hear this deal of yours."

With pride, the Night Court Lord straightened up and began gesturing excitedly as he explained, "It is true that our powers have increased since we forged a pact with your kind. However, it has also brought retaliation from the other Fae courts, our brethren. They consider us an abomination, a deformity of nature, and perceive our markings as easy targets."

"Not my fault. You should have been more cautious when entering into a pact with a demon," the succubus nonchalantly remarked, flicking off an imaginary speck of dust from her fingers.

"Of course, I am not blaming you," the Night Court lord replied with a dry smile, doing his best to appease the demon until he got what he desired. "Nevertheless, this time I seek the ultimate power, which is why I propose this."

Islinda’s curiosity grew at this point. Whether this was a dream, vision, or memory, she sensed its tremendous importance deep within her bones.

"What proposition?" the Succubus demon inquired.

"I propose that we work together, princess. I wish to create an unbeatable, immortal general of the Fae, one who possesses demon blood," he revealed, a glint of excitement in his eyes.