Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 457: A Deal With A Demon

Chapter 457: A Deal With A Demon

"That was an impressive performance. Now, however, I implore you to provide me with a valid reason for summoning me, or else I will reduce you to nothing but fragments," the demon declared, her expression growing darker.

Although the demon assumed a human form and wore a tight dress that accentuated her alluring figure, Islinda couldn’t help but notice the sinister appendage lurking behind her. It suddenly occurred to Islinda that she herself possessed a tail. It was long, sinuous, and had an eerie aesthetic. The tail’s skin was smooth to the touch, but spikes dotted its length, giving it a menacing appearance.

From her position, Islinda couldn’t see more and she wasn’t eager to lift the demon’s skirt to get a better view of her tail. That would be absurd, and she felt a deep sense of unease around the creature, much like her fear of approaching the leader of the dark Fae, even though he couldn’t see her.

The atmosphere grew tense, indicated by the erect position of the demon’s tail. Islinda sensed that the demon was displeased with being summoned and would strike at any moment.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the dark Fae took a step forward, momentarily setting aside his pride as he lowered his head. "I apologize, princess. Not all of us lack manners," he said, casting a scrutinizing gaze at his second in command, who trembled, realizing his mistake.

The Succubus, seemingly reveling in the exchange, addressed the leader, saying, "It’s good to see you understand your place, dark one."

His expression contorted in pain, as he begrudgingly swallowed his pride. However, he quickly regained his composure.

The Succubus continued, her tone now curious, "But I am eager to know why you summoned me, High Lord of the Night Court."

"What in the Fae?!" Islinda exclaimed, wide-eyed.

What was happening? How was this possible? Was this fae the High Lord of the Night Court? Islinda remembered the story of how the dark Fae came to be. Did the Night Court make a pact with a demon for their corrupt powers? Was that what was happening here?

But that couldn’t be the case. Islinda observed the markings on his body and the darkness swirling in his eyes. This had to be after the deal had been struck. So, what was going on? Could this be another event that occurred afterwards? And how was she privy to it? This couldn’t be a dream or a vision. Wait a minute, what if this was a memory? If that were true, then whose memory was it? Numerous questions and theories raced through Islinda’s mind.

Finally, the Night Court Lord lifted his head, a sinister smirk playing at his lips, causing Islinda to shudder. However, the Succubus demon seemed unfazed, either exceptionally powerful or extremely confident that none of them could lay a hand on her.

"I am pleased to see you are not a fool. Indeed, I have summoned you because I wish to strike a deal with you, princess," he declared.

Laughter erupted from the Succubus, her hysterical mirth filling the room. The Night Court lord’s mouth twitched in embarrassment, but he skillfully concealed his anger.

"Night Court Faeries never seem to learn, do you? I assumed that after making a deal with a high demon, you would be content with what you obtained," she tutted, shaking her head pityingly. "It turns out that power is never truly satisfying."

"That may be true, however, this realm is vast and there is much to conquer. Trust me, princess, you would find satisfaction in this deal," he asserted.

"Fine," the princess acquiesced, "Let’s hear this deal of yours."

With pride, the Night Court Lord straightened up and began gesturing excitedly as he explained, "It is true that our powers have increased since we forged a pact with your kind. However, it has also brought retaliation from the other Fae courts, our brethren. They consider us an abomination, a deformity of nature, and perceive our markings as easy targets."

"Not my fault. You should have been more cautious when entering into a pact with a demon," the succubus nonchalantly remarked, flicking off an imaginary speck of dust from her fingers.

"Of course, I am not blaming you," the Night Court lord replied with a dry smile, doing his best to appease the demon until he got what he desired. "Nevertheless, this time I seek the ultimate power, which is why I propose this."

Islinda’s curiosity grew at this point. Whether this was a dream, vision, or memory, she sensed its tremendous importance deep within her bones.

"What proposition?" the Succubus demon inquired.

"I propose that we work together, princess. I wish to create an unbeatable, immortal general of the Fae, one who possesses demon blood," he revealed, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

The Succubus princess furrowed her brow, her mind working overtime, much like Islinda’s as she attempted to comprehend the Night Court lord’s cryptic plan.

"What are you suggesting?" the Succubus questioned, now on high alert, as if detecting the outlandishness of the Night Court lord’s scheme.

"I want us to mate, princess," he stated with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Dear gods of the Fae, Islinda’s jaw dropped. There was no way. Surely, he couldn’t mean... Was he planning to sleep with a demon in order to produce super hybrid Fae children? Islinda could only take so much, and she desperately wanted to wake up from this dream. It was utter madness.

For a moment, the Succubus stood frozen in shock, and during that moment, the dark Faeries surrounding them looked to one another, unsure of how to proceed. However, the tension in the room reached its peak, and Islinda was certain a fight would erupt soon. The Night Court Lord had crossed a line this time.

"Please tell me you are joking," the Succubus laughed.

"I’m afraid not, princess," he replied, his expression darkening.

Realization finally dawned on the Succubus, "You’re serious."

The Night Court Lord attempted to persuade her, "Princess, you would greatly benefit from this union. We would offer you immense sacrifices. Once we have the other Fae courts bowing before us, you would have your limitless feast. You could feast upon the remains of our enemies. Furthermore, imagine the progeny we would have in this realm. They would bring darkness and desolation wherever they went. The entire realm would be at their mercy. Once we have conquered the Fae realm, we will move on to the human realm, and then the rest of the world. Don’t you desire such power in your hands?" he implored, the darkness in his eyes swirling rapidly.

The Succubus responded coolly, "I’m sorry, but your desire does not interest me. In the end, some of your kind would meet their demise at the hands of my realm, regardless of how long it takes. So why bother attempting to rule a world of fools when I possess ample authority in my own realm? Moreover, if I were to seek any form of companionship, it would be of my own choosing and not this wretched proposal."

The rejection struck the Night Court Lord hard, evident in the disappointment that washed over his face. Islinda couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle. While she wasn’t a fan of demons, she would extend her hand to this particular one for her well-delivered response.

However, the ordeal wasn’t over, as the Night Court Lord’s expression shifted to one of rage. The atmosphere grew frigid, and Islinda couldn’t help but tremble.

The Night Court Lord declared, "My apologies, princess, but that was not a request."

Arching an eyebrow, the Succubus questioned, "Did you just threaten me?"

He scoffed, "You read too much into things, princess. I am simply implying that things may not end smoothly if my offer is not taken seriously. I am trying to build something here."

"I see," the Succubus responded, her tone carrying an implied threat that sent shivers down Islinda’s spine. A confrontation seemed imminent.

"It appears that I have extended enough hospitality. Allow me to demonstrate my less than pleasant side," the Succubus warned.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Islinda watched in awe as the demon’s tail emerged, spikes widening and sharpening wickedly. Projectiles shot forth from her tail, striking down the dark Faeries one by one. Each Fae hit crumpled to the ground.

All the while, the demon remained confined to the pentagram. Observing this, the Night Court Lord shouted to his second in command, "Do it now!"

The Succubus, invulnerable within the pentagon, failed to notice as a chain-like whip materialized in the air and wrapped around her neck. As the chain made contact, she let out a piercing scream.

It wasn’t until Islinda fell to the ground that she realized she was also screaming. Her body felt like it was engulfed in flames, and she desperately clawed at her neck, trying to remove the invisible bind.

Realizing her invulnerability had vanished, the Succubus attempted to retreat to the demon realm. However, another chain swiftly wrapped around her arm, causing her to scream once again. Then, another chain encircled her other arm, and they forcefully began pulling her out of the pentagon.

"Stop! Stop!" Islinda pleaded with them. The pain was unbearable. She continued screaming, her voice intertwining with the demon’s until they merged into one unified cry. It became impossible to distinguish whose voice was whose.

Islinda’s screams persisted until the darkness consumed her entirely.