Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1100

Chapter 1100: Lilithara’s Eye Demon

Last Night...

The night sky over the Pacific bowed before them like the spineless as two figures tore through the upper heavens at velocities that made the very air surrender without protest.

Ordinary winds had learned centuries ago not to challenge beings of their caliber.

Senithe flew at the fore on the right, her dark robes streaming behind her like banners of midnight silk.

The fabric did not flap or billow, instead it flowed with deliberate, infuriating grace, as though the wind itself parted in reverence before her and sealed again in her wake, too terrified to remember it had ever dared touch her.

In moments like these the Dark Regent always entertained the same filthy, suicidal curiosity.

What if he dropped lower right below her, what would he actually see? Was she flying commando beneath all that elegant menace and he’d gaze upon the sacred nether regions he always wanted but would never ger?

Was something warm and wicked like a thong tucked away, or was Senithe simply built like perfection given lethal flesh? She was such a graceful, lethal vision it made his ancient blood stir in ways that could get him eviscerated on the spot should he dare.

But the fool knew better. For the love of the very damned cosmos, if she so much as sniffed those thoughts on him he’d be dead before the fantasy finished forming.

She’d smile that small, sharp smile and unmake him for the crime of wanting.

Worth it, maybe. Still.

On her left, a precise pace behind by ancient protocol, flew Dark Regent himself with his suicidal thoughts. His long coat snapped in a gale of his own making, his face cold, beautiful, and utterly unbothered by a speed that would have shredded the souls to mist.

Ahead of them floated their so-called guide.

A red orb the size of a man’s chest hung suspended in the night like a fallen star that had grown bored of its orbit and now wandered the heavens on its own dark whims. It pulsed with slow, inward fire—deep crimson at the core bleeding outward into furious scarlet that stained the darkness around it.

Across its curved surface rolled a single, enormous eye: round, lidless, iris a blazing ring of liqiued red against a sclera blacker than the void between realms he’d known to be so dark.

’Was it forged from the void of those dead realms too?’

The thing never rested. It swept in restless, hungry arcs, jittering at the edges of its own insatiable appetite, devouring the world below like it was personally offended by anything that tried to hide.

Whenever the orb caught the faintest thread of the scent it hunted, it tilted sharply. Senithe and the Dark Regent tilted with it in perfect unison, and the night itself seemed to bend and recalibrate beneath their flight like it knew better than to argue.

It had been hunting for forty minutes following a specific scent.

Above the long, shadowed shoulder of an island lost somewhere south of nowhere, the orb finally slowed, stilled, then hung motionless in the upper void.

It turned in lazy, predatory circles at an altitude no mortal vessel would ever dare reach. The great red eye swept the black sea below in ever-widening arcs, drinking deep of a trail only the Eye Demons of the Devil Realms could perceive.

Senithe and the Dark Regent reined in their flight and took position alongside it. For a long moment the three of them simply owned the sky in silence.

The orb continued its patient work and not even the wind didn’t dare exist where they hovered. The Pacific lay far below like a sheet of liquid obsidian threaded with silver, utterly indifferent to the apex predators circling above it.

The stars burned a little colder than they had any right to.

The Dark Regent broke the hush first. He always did when he had something to complain about that would take his thoughts from fantasizing what it felt like to get into Senithe’s pants.

Silence had never been his friend—too much like admitting the universe wasn’t revolving around him.

"I cannot believe," he said, voice low and edged with pure disdain, "that Lilithara sent us one of her Eye Demons instead of deigning to come herself."

"Mmm."

"She treats everything like a game."

"She does."

"It is galling."

Senithe kept her gaze fixed on the orb. She did not need to turn to him; she never did.

"Whether she is here or not changes nothing, Regent."

"It changes my enjoyment of the work."

"Your enjoyment is not a variable in the universe’s equations."

"It is in mine."

"Yours is small."

"The Eye Demons of the Devil Realms," Senithe murmured, "are the finest trackers in any realm above or below our own. Nothing has ever hidden a trail from them, and nothing ever will. This one carries the scent of Purity’s last daughter upon it. We follow the trail from where we last felt it. Now that the Eye Demon has paused there, it mean Purity had stood exactly there—"

The Eye Demon swung its rolling gaze over the empty air once more, blinked its slow, lidless blink, and then lurched forward in a single decisive surge, a new direction burning in its blood-red stare.

"You are."

"I am complaining that she would not deign to come."

"It is not. The task is a privilege. Her absence is an insult."

"Lilithara does not insult anyone she does not also intend to ruin. You will live."

"What."

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