—So you're really doing all this for love? "She," she asked, laughing, then shook her head. I can't believe what an idiot you are. You will soon see the consequences that this can bring you.Another sudden blow to the stomach made me lean forward, making me lose my breath. A faint ringing echoed in my ears for a few moments, while my vision became blurry. I was left lying on the floor, with my hands wrapped around my painful torso, and then I could no longer hold back my tears."I wonder if Asmodeus will be upset with me if I break something for you," he murmured.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lift one leg in the air. Suddenly, the recent memory of Hythro, raising one foot to smash Paul's head into the ground, came to mind and fear gripped every part of my being.At this moment, the door opened.Naamah looked away from me abruptly, then took a couple of steps away. I couldn't immediately raise my head to see who had entered, so I just listened to footsteps that seemed furious

At that moment, Hythro released me.My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to survey the area I had been taken to. It was illuminated by a huge, complicated but elegant gold-colored chandelier that hung from the top. The bricks in the room were the same faint reddish tone as the rest of the castle, that didn't change. There were many pillars connecting the roof to the floor.But, without a doubt, what caught my attention the most was what was in front of me, several meters away: what, from my perspective, seemed to be an excessively large seat for one person. In the first second, I thought it was nothing more than an unaesthetic throne, made up of countless light gray spheres. But when I took just a few steps closer, I realized that the spheres were not the same size or shape. I lost my breath the moment I realized that it was a throne made of skulls.I immediately backed away until my back hit the wall. Then, an alien whisper of anguish was heard in my ear, and in the next second, tw

"He's been running a few errands for me," he replied calmly, his crimson gaze returning to my face. I needed to keep him busy.I looked down, letting out a tiny gasp. Realization took over and he felt a wave of relief; but, at the same time, that he tortured me with remorse. With the regret of having agreed to be here, of having gone through all that shit to get to them."So... none of them are in danger," I muttered, looking at my pitiful reflection in the smooth, clean, black surface of the floor.A painful stab of pure pity shot through the center of my chest. Pity for myself, because if it really was like that, that meant that I had entered a labyrinth of corridors and strange rooms, to end up in an underground cave, inside a gigantic demonic castle with nothing but one of the Kings of Hell …for nothing .Still, that stupid part of my mind that couldn't stop worrying about others was relieved by that possibility. That they were safe."You would have to define danger ," he said

The demons looked at each other in mild confusion for a second. However, they nodded silently and proceeded to bow slightly, as if making a slight bow towards him. Then they turned to leave and close the door behind them… But not before taking one last look at me.A harsh moan escaped Khaius's lips and my attention returned to him.—W-what… are you doing h-here? —She asked brokenly, with difficulty. He put a hand on mine, perhaps to remove it from her face, but instead he just kept it there. Something in my chest hurt again seeing him so hurt and vulnerable. “You-you have to…” A choked sound escaped her and she couldn't continue. He lowered his face slightly and spat some of the black liquid onto the ground.I bit my lower lip hard, ignoring the pain, since finding him in that state hurt me almost as if I had suffered his wounds myself. I brushed the wet strands of hair from his face, and he shook his head in a slow, weak refusal. He stared at me for a second and said something that,

"Silence, you fool," Asmodeus replied sternly. The black limbs that had trapped me earlier sprouted from the reddish bricks of the wall, surrounding Khaius' wounded torso and arms. He tried to put up resistance, but he was so weak that he did not succeed, and he ended up trapped between the wall and the strange and fearsome elongated hands.I looked back at Asmodeus and shook my head.—I'm confident that it's not possible for you to be immune to everything. "Let's see if..." he murmured, ignoring my pleading gesture. Do you know what he was before he was King, Amy? I was an incubus, one of the first that existed.He took my face in his hands, preventing me from making any other movement to free myself from him. A grunt of protest left me. His large hands cupped my cheeks firmly. The ardor of anger, coupled with the immense fear of the moment, increased so much that it caused me uncontrollable confusion. I stared into the blood-red hue of his eyes, in a vain attempt to look defiant.At