Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 227: The Demon_Part 1

The tall figure moved swiftly through the silent night streets of Bimmerville, his cloak flipping behind him with the wind as he effortlessly leapt over fences and buildings to find a shortcut to his destination. He had the hood of the cloak covering his face, but his steady gait and the arrogant way he walked could not be mistaken to identify who he was.

He leapt down from the roof of a house and fell steadily on his feet without making any noise to disturb the peaceful night, which was only interrupted by the loud, distant bark of the patrol dogs of the night guards.

He made his way over another fence and fell into a yard, and then he walked up the porch of the small house and raised his gloved finger to gently tap on the door twice before dropping his hand to his side. He waited for a few moments before the door cracked open gently, and he walked inside, the door slamming shut behind him.

The house was small compared to many of the fancy houses in Bimmerville, and the room he walked into was dimly lit with a steady flame in the small hearth. The house was made up like any normal home that one would never suspect who the owner of it was and what they were associated with.

The place was eerily silent and still, with no trace of the person he had come to meet in sight. Pulling his hood back from his head, his midnight eyes roamed around the room, where everything was neatly kept in place—from the couches to the center table and the flowers in the vase.

He walked deeper into the house, making his way down a dark corridor, passing several rooms before stopping at the one at the end. He entered what was supposed to be a bedroom but instead held tables and glass jars filled with strange-looking liquids, potions, he didn’t need to ask to know.

Walking to the table, his eyes were drawn to a potion bubbling inside a tightly sealed jar, as if it were desperate to burst free from its confinement. He narrowed his dark eyes in fascination and reached out a finger to steady the shaking jar, studying the bubbling purple liquid.

But a small sound from his left caught his attention. He stilled for only a moment before retrieving his hand from the jar—just as he caught sight of a figure in his peripheral vision, holding up a knife as if to stab him from behind. With lightning speed, he reappeared behind her, caught the back of her neck, and used his foot to kick the back of her knees, forcing her to collapse onto her knees with a groan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, when are you going to learn that attacking me from behind doesn’t work, woman?" Rohan said with a click of his tongue as he tightened his grip around the witch’s neck from behind until his claw dug into her skin. She grimaced in pain and tried to struggle away, but it was to no avail, as Rohan’s strength was not to be rivaled.

"What do you want from me again, demon?" she gritted furiously as she tried to turn her head and glare at the man who, since the day she had come to know him, had begun to make her life hell—when until now, she had lived in peace, secretly helping those who sought her out to do wickedness to their relatives with her dark magic.

She had enjoyed a peaceful life by making bargains with those who sought her help. But ever since this man had come to her house seeking what he called "assistance", somehow knowing she was a witch despite her careful disguise, her life had never been the same. In Bimmerville, where witches and any creature that wasn’t human were killed without mercy, his presence had become a dangerous curse. What did he want from her again this time?

"You know why I am here, witch, and I hope for your sake you have no dirty business up your sleeves—and that what I requested the last time I was here has been made. Or, oh, the devil help you, I will finish you off in a way not even death will recognize you," he said with humor in his voice as he looked down at the dark witch who had been living among humans in the form of a beautiful young lady, with long ebony hair and gray eyes—when in truth, she was a grotesque old witch, just like every one of her kind.

The witch felt his claw dig deeper into her neck and felt blood trail down to her chest. "Let go of me. I have the book and the potion," she gritted in pain, wanting him to let go. Had she not known from firsthand experience with this man, she would have chanted a spell to kill him or turn him into stone. But he was a demon—though not a strong demon, he still had that part in him.

Witches were inferior to demons. Witches sold their souls to high-ranked demons to get the powers they possessed by making a pact with them. Though this man had the blood in him, he was not up to the rank she would worship, but yet again, she could not kill him or harm him with any spell.

"Ask me nicely, and I will think about letting you go," came his mirth-filled voice as he cast her a look that said if she did anything wrong, he would kill her. "Don’t forget, you are not the only witch in this land. I know of all your sisters who you have meetings with every night of the full moon. I can seek them out after I kill you."

The witch knew with the pressure he was adding on her neck, it was only a matter of seconds before he could snap her head off if she did not appease him. He was a twisted demon with a mind of his own and had a very crooked humor, which she had never associated with his kind, who were mostly cold serious. Though witches were inferior to his kind, he was of half—not full enough to get the respect he was demanding from her. freёnovelkiss.com

However, not giving him that respect would cost her life.

She swallowed her pride and then spoke in a nice voice, "Please, my Supreme Lord, let go of me."

Rohan smiled in amusement as he slowly pulled his claws out of her neck, and she fell forward, gripping the bleeding spot. He had missed terrorizing witches and people, and when he had the chance to do it with this witch, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. A man like him could not survive in a crimeless land for long without actually torturing someone for his amusement.

He thought this as he made his way to a chair before the desk of potions and sat himself down sideways so he could watch the witch, then took the jar of potion in hand as he spoke,

"Where is the book? And the potion I requested? Get them for me now before I get bored and find another entertainment in seeing you in pain. How about I destroy this bubbling purple liquid," he said with a smile playing on his handsome face that was illuminated by the golden light of the gaslights on the desk.

The witch hurriedly stood up and ran to her shelves where she kept spell books and important things she used. She pulled out a black book with a hardened cover and many pages, then she took a small bottle of potion from the shelves and carried them to the desk, putting them down in front of the man.

"Here they are, my Lord," she said with a bow and then stepped back before he would hurt her again or break her potion. She had never been at the mercy of anybody until now. She usually killed any human who came close to exposing her or knowing that she was a black witch, but when she tried to kill this man the first time he came to her for a potion, she had learned that she was no match for him.

Rohan turned his eyes to the Book of Demons he had requested from this witch the last time he came here, when he learned his wife was pregnant.

"Don’t make any movement and stay there until I tell you to, understand?" he ordered the witch, and she nodded quickly and remained kneeling while he turned his attention to the book.

He had a similar book like this one in Nightbrook, which he had taken from a witch even then, and now that he needed it, he had found another witch to find it for him as he couldn’t go back to Nightbrook. There was something that was bothering him about the symptoms of his wife’s pregnancy that did not sit well with what he knew.

Propping his left elbow on the desk and leaning his head against the hand, he began to open and flip the pages to a place that talked about demons mating with humans or other beings to have their child. He had read that part long ago when he first found out about who his father was, and that in the demon world, females were rare and near extinction—that every demon who wanted to carry on his bloodline had to find where to put his last seed.

His mother had been the carrier of a demon seed. Long ago, the demon realms were fractured between the Light Demons, the Fire Demons, and the Demons of Darkness.

His own father had been a Demon of Darkness, who were said to be facing extinction at that time, according to the Book of Demons the witches had kept.

He had figured out his father had found and placed his seed in his mother to keep on the bloodline of the demons of darkness, but that wasn’t why Rohan had come seeking the book again—he was here for his wife, not his father. He knew enough about that demon not to care about his whereabouts now.

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