Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 519: [Bonus - ] Play God With A Demon

Chapter 519: [Bonus Chapter] Play God With A Demon

Despite the tantalizing offer presented by Benjamin, Azula regarded him with an incredulous expression, as if his words were nothing more than the delusions of a deranged Fae. With a sneer curling her lips, she scoffed at his audacity.

"You, a mere Fae," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt, "even with such a long lifespan, would dare to play God with a demon?"

Her words carried the weight of centuries of superiority, a reminder of the inherent power and authority that demons held over the Fae realm. To Azula, Benjamin’s audacious proposal was nothing short of absurd, a laughable notion that a mere Fae could ever hope to wield dominion over a being of her caliber.

Unable to hold it in anymore, Azula burst into laughter, a cacophony of hysteria that filled the air with its chilling intensity. Islinda watched in disbelief as Azula’s laughter seemed to escalate into madness, echoing off the walls until it reached a crescendo. For a moment, it appeared as though Azula had lost all semblance of sanity.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun, Azula’s laughter abruptly ceased. In its place was a chilling calm, her expression as cold and unyielding as the sea on a winter’s night.

Turning her icy gaze towards Benjamin, Azula’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You can take that offer to hell," she declared, her tone dripping with venomous disdain. "Oh right, don’t worry, I’ll be the one taking you there. It’s my domain after all."

Azula asserted her dominance over Benjamin, stating her rightful place as the harbinger of his downfall. Islinda watched in silent awe. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for the indomitable spirit of the Succubus before her.

This time, Benjamin did not attempt to conceal the malevolence lurking in the depths of his eyes. With a sudden surge of dark energy, he lashed out, and shadows coalesced around his hand, swirling with ominous intent. Each tendril of darkness snaked its way toward Azula, curling around her limbs with a vice-like grip.

With a forceful tug, the shadows pulled Azula to her feet, their grip unyielding as they held her captive in their grasp. Islinda watched in horror as Azula struggled against the bonds, her defiance evident even in the face of Benjamin’s dark magic.

Azula struggled against her bonds, her defiance seeming to fuel Benjamin’s wrath, his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity as he asserted his dominance over the imprisoned Succubus. Islinda stood frozen in place, a sense of dread creeping over her, knowing that Azula’s plight had taken a dangerous turn for the worse.

Looming over Azula, Benjamin’s presence exuded a malevolent aura that sent shivers down Islinda’s spine. With a hiss, he spoke, his voice dripping with venomous intent.

"All this while, I’ve been merciful and understanding towards you," he spat, his words laced with simmering rage. "I thought if I gave you more time, you would be sympathetic towards my case, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. Neither do I need to be fair again, I’m a villain after all."

The smirk that twisted Benjamin’s lips was pure evil incarnate, a cruel reflection of his malicious intentions. Even the confident Azula, usually unfazed by his threats, took a hesitant step back in the face of his sinister demeanor.

"Undo the chains," Benjamin commanded, his voice cold and commanding, leaving no room for defiance.

For a fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope flickered in Azula’s eyes. It was all she needed, just a small opening like this one, and she would seize it with all her might.

But to her dismay, her hopes were dashed as the second in command made no move to release the chains completely. Instead, he merely loosened them, granting Azula a modicum of freedom. Before she could fully comprehend Benjamin’s intentions, the shadows enveloping her surged forward with startling speed.

With a forceful shove, Azula was propelled against the unforgiving stone wall, her face meeting the cold surface with a resounding thud. The impact rattled her, sending a shockwave of pain coursing through her body.

Stunned and disoriented, Azula struggled to regain her bearings, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to make sense of the sudden turn of events. But as she glanced up, her eyes met Benjamin’s cold gaze, and she knew that whatever he had planned next would be far from merciful.

As Islinda observed the scene unfolding before her, she could sense the palpable fear emanating from Azula, the once-confident demon now visibly shaken by Benjamin’s chilling words.

"I’ve never liked your tail," Benjamin declared with a cruel smirk, his voice dripping with malice. "I believe you’d look less horrific once it’s gone."

Azula’s eyes widened in horror at the realization of what Benjamin had in mind. Her instinctual response kicked in, and without conscious thought, her dangerous and barbed tail began to thrash about wildly. However, in her restrained state, she could not see the full extent of the threat posed by Benjamin’s impending actions.

Despite her attempts to defend herself, Azula’s movements were restricted by the shadows that bound her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed to Benjamin’s merciless intentions.

But Islinda witnessed Benjamin’s cruel intentions unfold and she couldn’t suppress the urgent warning that escaped her lips when he raised a sword, poised to sever Azula’s tail. "No, wait—!"

Her plea fell upon deaf ears as Benjamin’s sword descended with merciless precision, slicing through Azula’s tail. The demon’s agonized screams echoed through the chamber, mingling with Islinda’s cries of anguish as she watched in horror.

Unfortunately, Azula’s tail proved to be tougher than expected, requiring Benjamin to repeatedly hack at it until it was finally severed clean from her body. Each brutal strike elicited renewed cries of pain from Azula, the sound piercing Islinda’s heart like a dagger.

While the grisly ordeal unfolded, Islinda could feel her own anguish mirrored in Azula’s suffering. The sight of the demon’s torment, coupled with the realization of her powerlessness to stop it, filled Islinda with a profound sense of despair.