Chapter Nine: The Wrath of the Demon King
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The palace was quiet, too quiet.
Selene sat in her chambers, trying to shake off the unease that clung to her like a second skin. Vael’s touch still lingered on her arm, a ghostly imprint she couldn’t erase.
She had spent the entire day avoiding him. Avoiding his burning stare, the way he prowled the halls like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
But she hadn’t told Azrael.
Not yet.
And that… was her mistake.
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A Familiar Whisper
It was late when she decided to leave her chambers.
The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, the dim golden glow of torches lining the halls casting eerie shadows against the walls.
Selene inhaled deeply. She needed fresh air.
She stepped into the gardens, the same place where Vael had first touched her.
She wasn’t afraid. She wouldn’t be afraid.
But as soon as she turned the corner—
A hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.
Her breath caught.
“Why do you run from me, my queen?”
Vael.
His touch was firm, possessive. His crimson eyes gleamed with something dark—something twisted.
Selene’s pulse pounded.
“Let me go,” she ordered.
Vael only smirked, his grip tightening. “Why? When I can give you more than he ever could?”
Selene’s blood ran cold. How dare he—
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed. She wasn’t some weak, helpless girl.
But Vael leaned in closer, his lips just inches from her ear.
“What will you do, little goddess? Call for him?”
Selene’s hands clenched into fists.
That’s when the temperature around them plummeted.
The air grew heavy. Thick with something deadly.
And then—
A voice. Deep. Terrifying.
“You shouldn’t have touched her.”
Selene felt it before she saw him.
Azrael.
Standing behind Vael.
His eyes were black pits of pure rage, his aura suffocating.
The moment Vael turned, Azrael grabbed him by the throat.
Slam.
Vael was thrown against a stone pillar with a sickening c***k.
Selene gasped.
Azrael didn’t stop.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Vael again. His claws dug into his throat, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing.
Vael choked, his hands scrambling against Azrael’s grip.
“Az—Azrael—”
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”** Azrael’s voice was low, dangerous.**
Selene had never seen him like this before. So cruel. So merciless.
This wasn’t the demon lord who held her at night, whispered soft words into her ear.
This was the devil himself.
“You dared to touch my wife,” Azrael growled. “And now, you will pay for it.”
Vael gasped for air.
“She—she never told you, did she?” he rasped. His lips curled into a weak smirk. “I wonder why.”
Selene stiffened.
Azrael’s grip tightened.
Crack.
Vael screamed. Azrael had just broken his wrist—without even blinking.
Selene’s breath hitched. He’s going to kill him.
The guards had arrived, watching in stunned silence. No one dared to intervene.
“Azrael,” Selene whispered.
He didn’t hear her.
Or maybe he didn’t care.
Because his other hand was now wrapped around Vael’s heart.
“Beg,” Azrael ordered, his voice cold, detached. “Beg for the mercy you don’t deserve.”
Vael coughed, blood dripping from his lips. “I—I was wrong—”
Azrael chuckled darkly. It was the cruelest sound Selene had ever heard.
“Yes. You were.”
Then, he tightened his grip.
Vael screamed—until he couldn’t.
Because in one brutal move—
Azrael ripped his heart out.
Silence.
Blood dripped onto the stone floor.
Vael’s lifeless body collapsed at Azrael’s feet.
Selene couldn’t breathe.
The guards looked away, their faces pale. They knew their king was ruthless, but this… this was something else.
Azrael finally turned to her.
His eyes still burned with rage, but when he saw her—
His expression softened.
He stepped toward her, raising a hand as if to touch her face.
Selene flinched.
It was small. Barely noticeable.
But Azrael noticed.
His hand froze in the air.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, in a quiet, hoarse voice, he asked—
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Selene swallowed hard.
She didn’t know what to say.
She hadn’t told him because she didn’t want to seem weak. Because she thought she could handle it alone.
But now…
Now, Azrael had bathed the palace in blood for her.
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End of Chapter.
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