The Devil
1045 Words
Lord Kaelen Valkyrie Vaelen’dra
I strode majestically into the building, every step radiating my perpetual dark aura.
The moment my presence was noticed, they cowered away from my path. Low murmurs and gasps floated above the heavy bass music playing in the background.
The half-naked w****s lingering around the lounge kept sending me lustful glances, but I was damn sure the dark scowl on my face was enough to convey my disinterest.
I was here for neither pleasure nor w***e. I was here for something else. And I was sure as hell humanity would be losing a man tonight not that he was of any good essence anyway. He was better off dead.
I turned swiftly toward the silent corridor, away from the noise and mess. I was well informed of the exact room the fucker was in. Sure as hell, he was having a nice time with a w***e. He surely wouldn’t leave this world without his share of enjoyment, would he?
Adrian, my intelligent right-hand man and most trusted ally, halted in front of the door. He threw me a questioning glance.
I didn’t need to say a word; he knew what I wanted.
Without a second thought, he shoved the door open and stormed into the room first.
“What the actual f**k?” a familiar, annoyed voice barked.
Trust Adrian not to say a word.
“What do you think you are doing barging in here like you f*****g own—”
I stepped into the room and watched the blood drain from his face, the rest of his words dying in his miserable throat.
“My Lord…” he stuttered, staring at me in sheer disbelief. The i***t thought I wouldn’t find him. Oh, I was Kaelen Valkyrie Vaelen’dra. I did whatever the f**k I wanted.
The bastard had spent a lot of time wandering around, thinking he was in hiding. He didn’t know I had simply let him be because I hadn’t been ready to unleash my wrath on him.
But today was the day.
No one ever walked away after trying to play me. I did the playing, not them.
“Ambrose. Long time no see,” I said coldly, taking deliberate steps toward the beautiful vase that lay elegantly on the table. I plucked a petal between my fingers, savoring its softness.
“Lord Kaelen…” he said, his voice shaking with fear. Hastily, he shoved the w***e out of the bed, letting her hit the floor with a thud, then grabbed his trousers and pulled them on.
“My Lord,” he said again, taking slow, cautious steps toward me.
I could hear his hard swallow of saliva, thanks to my heightened hearing. The bastard was nervous as hell.
“I—I was just about to send you a letter,” he lied smoothly, without even a shred of fear. He knew how much I despised liars and he was one of the worst.
“I’m sorry, I—” He blinked rapidly, suddenly running out of lies. The horror etched on his face told me he knew exactly how deep his trouble ran.
“More time. Please, give me more time, I swear…” he blurted shamelessly.
I tilted my head back, my brows lifting in curious irritation. Was I hearing him correctly? Did he truly think he could bargain with me? Oh… now my anger was truly fueled.
“Get out.”
He froze for a split second, thinking I was referring to him.
“You do not wish to witness this man losing his life, do you?” I said, my eyes never leaving the filth before me.
Then it dawned on him I was talking to his w***e. Terror replaced the confusion on his face.
“My Lord… please, hear me out…” he began, hands trembling as he reached toward me, stopping himself just in time. He knew better than to touch me.
“Get out!” he yelled at the w***e in exasperation as she scrambled to gather her clothes. His mind was racing for another lie, but none came.
Fearfully, she grabbed the last piece of clothing and scurried out of the room. The poor girl was clearly traumatized.
“Lord Kaelen, please…” he swallowed tightly, terror flooding his eyes.
I stared down at him as he dropped to his knees, as though that act alone could save him. Oh please. He knew better when he chose to betray me.
I did not tolerate betrayal. I owed them neither mercy nor forgiveness.
“You think going down on your knees would do the trick?” I sneered, moving closer. My eyes were cold, stripped of warmth.
I smirked. “You really are a rat, Ambrose.”
The smirk vanished, replaced by a dark scowl.
“You dare think you could deceive me?” No one ever did. I owned Crestfall Haven and everything that breathed within it.
He cowered, his forehead pressed to the ground like someone repenting. But I knew that act—it was nothing but a stupid pretense.
“My Lord… my Lord. Give me more time. I promise I will bring it to you,” he stammered.
I raised a finger, and he sealed his mouth instantly.
“Spare me the talk. I do not wish to burn my ears with your lies.”
I closed the distance between us, gripping his jaw and snapping his head up until our eyes locked.
“You know well that I do not give second chances, Ambrose. Not to your kind.”
My grip tightened on his jaw, twisting his face in pain.
“I shall not spare you.”
I released him harshly. He coughed violently, struggling to steady his breath.
“Lord Kaelen, please—I—” he tried again, crawling toward me, but Adrian restrained him.
“Save your breath, Ambrose. You’ll need it later. Trust me,” I said coldly, then turned toward the door.
Before ten counts passed after I exited the room, a sharp, agonizing scream ripped through the building.
It enthralled me.
Call me a devil for savoring the screams of those who dared to cross me.
I knew what I was.
A devil you dare not provoke.
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