His Slave

Sicilia's Point Of View:

“Oh no! I am a demon, one of the masters of hell,” he continued, and the grin on his face widened.

It was at that moment that I realized why he had been grinning like a fool. Demons and werewolves don't mix. Werewolves hate demons.

For as long as I could remember, Kelvin had been searching for the True Alpha, the one destined to exterminate demons and become the only true king of wolves. Kelvin was a forerunner Alpha, and it was his job to serve the True Alpha. But for years now, the true alpha has not been found.

“If you're a demon lord, does this mean I am also a demon?” I asked with raised brows. I wasn't scared to be my ex-boyfriend’s nemesis, but I wanted to be sure of who I was.

"No, not quite," the demon lord replied with a chuckle. "You are a hybrid, a mix of a werewolf and a demon. Although I can sense powerful witch blood in you. You're now a powerful being, with the strength and ferocity of a wolf and the magic and cunning of a demon.

But you're not a full demon, not yet. You have the potential to become one, but that would require a complete surrender to your darker nature,” he paused, eyeing me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

"But fear not, my dear. You'll have plenty of demons at your beck and call. For now, let's focus on our first task: going to hell and awakening your dark side." His grin grew wider, and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

The mysterious force holding me down suddenly disappeared, and I watched my new body float from my dead body. I can't explain it, but when this took place, the demon lord told me that some part of my memory would seem like a dream to me and my heart would be cold to everything and everyone, including myself. I didn't understand what he meant, but I knew I was different, transformed into something new.

The demon lord beckoned me to follow him, and I did. We left the mortuary, floating as we journeyed through a dark and winding tunnel. The air grew hotter, and the smell of brimstone filled my nostrils. We were descending deeper into the depths of hell, and I could sense the power of the demon lord growing stronger with every step.

The fiery gates of Hell swung open, and finally, we arrived at a great throne room, filled with demons and other creatures of the underworld. They all bowed when they saw him. Right in front of me, the demon lord transformed from a dwarf into his true self.

He stood before me, his imposing figure radiating an aura of malevolent energy. His skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and his sharp horns and pointed tail only added to his intimidating presence.

His eyes were no longer blue and burned with an inner fire, and his snarling face revealed razor-sharp teeth. A silver pentagram pendant hung from his chest, symbolizing his mastery over the dark arts.

Fire and darkness danced at his fingertips, and the stench of brimstone clung to him like a shroud. I felt a chill run down my spine as his gaze locked onto mine, and I knew I was in the presence of a being of great power and evil.

“So this is your true self?” I muttered, still staring at him.

“Yes, this is who I truly am.” As we were discussing, a slender-figured demon darted forward from the crowd.

I later got to know her name was Lyra, the demon lord's assistant. Her skin shimmered like polished shoes, and her eyes burned with an inner green fire.

She bowed to greet her master. "Welcome, master," Lyra greeted, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "I trust your mission was successful." She gave me an expression that I have been unable to interpret.

"Indeed Lyra, It was. Our guest, Sicilia, has a lot to learn and see," he gestured to me, and my lips voluntarily smirked mischievously.

Lyra's gaze turned to me once again, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I see. Shall I prepare the newbie room for her?"

"See to it! And summon the Council of Hell. We have a new player in our game of power," he said with a cruel smile on his face.

Lyra nodded, and as she turned to lead me away, a young man, probably in his early twenties, appeared in front of us. He was a tall, hefty man with a broad and stocky frame.

His shoulders were wide, and his chest was robust. His limbs, both arms and legs, were thick and muscular, reflecting his strength. He was a very handsome man to behold, and he had the demon lord's burning eyes. His hair was red and very long, and he looked like a handsome demon prince. Radiating an aura of malevolence and wickedness.

A cunning smirk was on his lips, and the shirt he wore was reflective of his well-built abs. I was so lost staring at him, wondering who he was, that I failed to notice the way his eyes were ravishing my body.

“Master Frank, I will send the wicked sinners to your department for punishment, as soon as I am done showing Lady Sicilia around,” Lyra informed him and bowed to show respect for the handsome demon prince.

“Nice!” He nodded his head and gave me a warm smile. “It's alright, hand her over to me; she’s now mine!” He demanded with a pout on his face.

I was shocked by his words, as was Lyra, and we both looked at the demon lord for approval, but he shrugged his shoulders and disappeared into thin air.