In the Dark Realm
"My king, you called for me," Belial said, materializing from a cloud of black smoke.
Belial — the demon king’s right hand.
A creature who could make the undead dance on his fingertips if he willed it.
His power, second only to King Victor himself.
Victor lounged lazily on his dark throne, chin resting against one hand.
"Follow the dispatched Aamons near the no-man’s border," he commanded. "We’re close to finding her. Jolene."
Victor’s silver eyes gleamed with cold certainty.
"No loose ends, Belial."
Belial simply bowed — and vanished without a word.
Victor smiled faintly to himself, a predator tasting the scent of his prey.
"There is no escape this time," he whispered. "My little siren."
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Royal Mansion, Playroom
"Evelyn!" an elderly maid burst into the pla
