Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 517: The Night Court Lord’s Name

Chapter 517: The Night Court Lord’s Name

Note : The Chapters are a bit dark and gloomy.

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The Night Court lord stood before the weakened Succubus, Azula, his presence exuding an air of authority mingled with a sinister aura.

"Why would you need to subject yourself to this..." The Night Court lord pondered for a moment, searching for the appropriate term, "disgrace? When you could have the entire world at your feet. All you have to do is give me your word, and we’ll mate. No, you don’t even have to stick around and watch our sons grow into the formidable force they will be. You can return to your realm, and I’ll take care of them all. Trust me, they wouldn’t bother you because they wouldn’t miss you at all." His lips curled into an evil smile as he spoke, the malevolence in his gaze unmistakable.

In the tense atmosphere of the prison cell, the realization hung heavy in the air: just as the Fae were bound by their promises, so too were demons held to their words. The Night Court lord, cunning and calculating, understood this fundamental truth all too well. He was not foolish enough to release Azula without a binding agreement, fully aware of the danger she posed should she be set free.

Azula burst into a mocking laughter which pissed the Night Court lord whose features contorted into a frown but he was quick to mask his emotions, his face remaining composed and betraying none of the trepidation that lurked beneath the surface.

The Night Court lord’s patience wore thin, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"What is funny about my offer?" he asked, his tone laced with a simmering anger that threatened to boil over at any moment. The light cast harsh shadows across his face, accentuating the lines of frustration etched into his features.

Azula, unmoved by his display of irritation, met his gaze with a cool defiance, her lips curling into a sardonic smirk. "You," She blatantly answered, her tone dripping with disdain. "I might be a demon with no compassion, but you thinking I would leave my precious progeny to serve as your slaves is beyond hilarious."

Her words carried a blunt defiance, challenging the Night Court lord’s authority with unyielding resolve. The dim light accentuated the intensity of her glare. Despite her weakened state, there was a palpable sense of power emanating from Azula, a reminder of her formidable nature even in captivity

The Night Court lord’s expression hardened at her words. The air crackled with tension as the standoff between the two unfolded, each refusing to back down in the face of the other’s resolve.

A tick appeared in the Night Court lord’s jaw, a subtle yet telling sign of his mounting frustration. With a steely resolve, he straightened up, his expression hardening into a mask of determination. His voice, gravelly with restrained anger, cut through the tense air of the prison cell.

"Is that a no?" he asked, the words laden with an undercurrent of challenge. Despite the cool defiance in Azula’s demeanor, the Night Court lord’s demand hung in the air, a final opportunity for her to reconsider her defiance and submit to his will.

In response to the Night Court lord’s question, Azula’s lips curled up into a sardonic smirk, a glint of defiance gleaming in her eyes.

"What do you think, Benjamin?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

Fuck. The curse escaped Islinda’s lips in a hushed breath. The gravity of the situation hit her like a wave, realization dawning upon her. Azula had blatantly called the Night Court lord by his name for the first time. A name she —Islinda — didn’t know, until now. It was a bold act of defiance, one that carried great risk. It was confirmed, Azula was suicidal.

Islinda knew, at that moment, that this was not going to end well. The use of the Night Court lord’s name, uttered with deliberate emphasis, was a clear challenge to his authority. As much as Islinda admired Azula’s confidence, a flicker of fear now crossed her face when she witnessed the barely contained rage simmering beneath the Night Court lord’s facade.

"How dare you...." The brusque second in command interrupted, his question punctuated by a swift strike across Azula’s face, the sound echoing sharply in the confined space of the prison cell. Islinda winced at the brutal display of force, her heart pounding with apprehension.

Turning to Benjamin with palpable determination, the second in command spoke with a hint of menace in his voice. "My lord, let me teach her a lesson —" he insisted, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of retribution.

But Benjamin cut him off once more, his demeanor eerily calm despite the tension crackling in the air. With a simple gesture of his hand, he silenced the second in command’s plea.

"Bring me the female," Benjamin ordered instead, his voice carrying a chilling finality. It was a command delivered with unsettling composure, betraying none of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Islinda’s stomach churned with unease as she awaited the next unsettling turn of events.

As if sensing his master’s intent, the second in command’s smile twisted into a malevolent grin, betraying the darkness lurking within his soul. With calculated malice, he reached out for the female fae, who stood motionless, resigned to her grim fate. Despite the fleeting opportunity to flee while their attention was momentarily diverted, she understood all too well the futility of resistance. Any attempt to provoke them would only invite further torment upon herself.

With a brutal shove, the second in command propelled her forward, sending her stumbling towards Benjamin, the Night Court lord, who stood with an air of chilling authority. Each faltering step she took echoed the rapid pounding of her heart, the weight of impending doom bearing down upon her with every breath.

"My lord, please..." Her voice trembled with fear and desperation as she pleaded for mercy, her eyes wide with terror. But in the face of Benjamin’s unwavering resolve, her words fell upon deaf ears, leaving her to confront the stark reality of her inevitable demise.

Benjamin remained unmoved by the female fae’s pleas, his focus fixed on his own insidious agenda. With an eerie calmness, he extended his hand, his touch deceptively gentle as it closed around her neck. Despite the sinister intent lurking behind his actions, his grasp carried an unsettling tenderness, a stark contrast to the malevolent intentions simmering within his mind.

Turning her so that her back was to him, Benjamin positioned himself behind the trembling fae, his presence looming over her like a shadow. With fear etched into her eyes, she dared not look back, her gaze locked on the menacing figure of the demon before her. Every nerve in her body screamed with anticipation, uncertain of when Benjamin’s true intentions would manifest.

With a sinister calmness, Benjamin leaned in close behind the trembling fae, his voice carrying a chilling edge as he addressed Azula, the demon, with deliberate intent. "You haven’t eaten in a while, right?" His words dripped with a calculated cruelty, each syllable laced with malice.

Intentionally trailing his black claws across the fae’s delicate neck, Benjamin’s actions sent a shiver down her spine, a silent reminder of the imminent threat that loomed over her.

The fae stood frozen, her body tense with dread as she awaited her inevitable demise. Meanwhile, Azula’s gaze remained fixed upon the scene before her, a flicker of hunger gleaming in her eyes as she contemplated the prospect laid before her. With an open mouth and a subtle swallow, she already betrayed the primal urge gnawing at her, a hunger for sustenance that mirrored the darkness lurking within.