El’Iaris.
It was a name not many dared to speak out loud in Hell, but one that everyone knew. It was the name of a nobody who had subjugated them all before anyone had even heard of her.
Before the beautiful demoness he had gotten to know only as ‘Iara’ could reply, he reacted first. Staring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, he breathed out: “What did you call her, human boy?”
Iara’s previously playful, friendly eyes were now glittering dangerously on her perfect, cold face.
Lucas’ human brother frowned at him. “You sounded quite familiar with each other when you came. How do you not know her name?”
Luracin understood. It was his own mistake, miscalculation. Someone as oblivious and special in the harsh, power-hungry society run by demons could only be one person. How had he not al
