Chapter 15: Chapter 15

The scarlet demon strode into the little hut with a roar and held his hand out to take a hold of slumbering Lucius’ neck. The demon closed in to the Lucius as he gazed at the slumbering figure and licked his lips.

He was going to have a great day of his life. One, he shall have the life of the strong man and two he shall have the gorgeous lady all by himself.

Just as the demon’s hand clutched Lucius’ neck, it burned his hand and pulled it back with a hiss. Lucius opened his eyes casually and smirked at the demon that was inspecting his burnt hand.

Lucius’s hands went under his head and laid on the bed comfortably as he glanced at the crimson looking demon with an amused smile. He was entertained at how the demon like such could not read the aura around Lucius.

The demons, particularly scarlet demon, were fashioned to have great senses in reading auras. They were born with the trait of having the best senses out of all the clans of the mythical clans and yet the demon was not aware of what Lucius was and how easy it was to him to dispose the demon.

That brought a question in his mind; the demon in front of him looked like he had lived through centuries by consuming the souls and auras of many powerful beings, also he looked quite sane as well then how come he could not see what and who was Lucius?

“That was implausible. I was not informed of the guest visiting me while I am to have a nuptial celebratory trip with my dear wife.” Lucius continued as he relaxed himself on the bed with a loud yawn escaping from his mouth.

His eyes glanced around the room to find his dear Witchy wife absence which only confirmed his doubts regarding the visit of a certain horned guest.

That fox!

The demon roared again and charged towards the Lord to take him in one go. He was to take his life and he shall by any means.

As he was about to touch Lucius, Lucius caught the demon’s neck and squeezed it painfully. The demon opened it lopsided mouth in a wide stretch in an attempt to inhale the life out of the Lord. Lucius slammed the demon to a tree before he could do so and slammed him repeatedly until the demon was heaving heavily for a breath.

“Now, you know who I might be, yet you had the gall to attack me. It can’t be an order from someone, can it be?” Lucius inquired as the demon was struggling to regain his strength back to attack the Lord.

Madonna who was waiting outside the hut saw the duo rushing out of the hut while one is hitting other is enduring the assault. She smiled to herself as she saw Lucius hitting the large demon to the tree.

‘Ah, he certainly has good fighting skills!’ She thought as she leaned against a nearby tree and was watching the fight as she twirled her voluminous strands of hair against her fingers.

While the demon was knocked down for a moment and when she caught the glare of disbelief that her husband tossed towards her, her smile widened as she shrugged.

If her dear forced husband had thought her to be feeble without her powers, then he has another thing coming as Madonna was not just about how Witchy she was, she has a magical manipulating abilities that she was so pompous of.

Oh, how the Lord is too naïve to take her to be weak. He must know that if it was not her own choice to go along with him to find Orla, he cannot force her into going no matter how hopeless he could make her.

“My Red Prince, am I to stay with him when you took my heart?” Madonna added fuel to the raging fire as she fluttered her eyes towards the demon from the place she was.

Lucius gritted his teeth as he was pretty much infuriated at the young witch for playing with him and having the fun of her life at his expense.

Oh how he want to wriggle her neck with a loud crack!

The demon glanced at the very amused Madonna with lust and turned back to Lucius with a demonic growl as he charged towards the Lord with a high jump.

Lucius who was occupied with assessing his wife’s annoyingly pleased crease on her face, for a moment he missed the demon’s great jump towards him. It was at the very last jiffy that he got back his senses and punched the demon in his stomach throwing him in the air.

The scarlet looking demon landed on the muddy ground with a thud and groaned as his bottom had hit the rocky portion of the uninhabited land.

“I am certain it is not of the Lady why you are after me.” Lucius gritted as he strode towards the demon slowly in measured steps. “Why? I want to know the motive behind the attack.” Lucius asked keeping his eyes dead on the demon.

If it was just a usual hit then it would have not impinged the demon but Lucius, knowing how powerful his attacker was, using fine spells and magic with each hit he bestowed on.

“Speak” Lucius ordered as his patience was wearing thin. It was a cold night and he had to sacrifice his peaceful sleep all cause he has an uninvited guest.

“Now, now, Milord. Do not be harsh on the poor man.” If Madonna did not know what fun is then she was well acquainted with it from the past few moments that night.

Goodness, she was so entertained by what was unfolding before her. It was not the fight evidently but the sentiments gushing out of the Lord was what she loved.

When she was at the receiving end of a hard Lordly glare tossed by the Lord, she just smiled widely and continued fluttering her eyes innocently as though she was just as innocent as an angel above.

“I shall stop provoking me if I were you, darling. Wouldn’t want my neck twisted and hanging loose on my shoulders.” His threat should have made anyone weak in legs with the gush of power left from him but Madonna was not just anyone.

She was merely just a little more amused by his overflowing sentiments. It was more entertaining than those plays in the town halls.

Seeing that he would not get any response from the demon whatsoever, he waved both of his hands in a round movement manifesting the energy into his hands.

The more the energy was getting gathered in his hands, the sky above was spitting thunders. The lonely moon was soon covered by grey clouds and lightening strokes the wide endless sky like spark of fire in dark.

The demon opened its mouth to swallow the aura of the Lord as quick as he can and he was almost at the tip of victory if not for Madonna shooting an electrifying wave of white and blue lightening hit him hard through his head.

Before the demon could gather himself up for another attack, Lucius whizzed the glowing energy ball towards the demon. The fatal energy went into the demon’s body and glowed him in bright colour before it exploded him into naught but pieces which later turned into red mist and disappeared into thin air.

Madonna gasped pretentiously as she looked at her hands and covered his mouth as she glanced at her husband with a triumphed smile. “My, my, my! How did I do that, Milord? Didn’t you seal my powers dear Lord?”

Lucius gave her a puzzled look as he inched towards her. He wondered how she was able to perform the magic of such sort when he had made certain to seal the last of her tricks.

That was when he realized what the Witchy fox did. Although the demon was there to assassin him in the first place, the young witch provoked him enough for Lucius to gather the energy from deepness of his abilities seeing that the demon was from a powerful clan.

If Lucius was to manifest his inner energy, it would allow the part of Madonna’s powers to be unconfined.

Well played! How clever of her to use such a sudden likelihood to her prospect!

He had to give it to her for her quick thinking despite the threat luring in the form of a demon.

“You are such an infuriatingly clever woman I have ever been inopportune to meet.” He grumbled as Madonna enjoyed the display of little of her powers that she got back. “However –“ Lucius started smirking at her.

Madonna raised an arrogant brow in question as Lucius said something she wasn’t expecting.

Something that made her victory shun down!

“- Seeing the scarlet demon sent for the cause of my assassin, positively, the plan you had laid for my father’s ruin has produced great results. I applaud you, dear wife.” Lucius clapped as he smirked widely leaving stunned young witch to her own fretfulness.

How?

How did he know of the plot she had laid for his father and moreover, why was he not concerned about it?

Oh Orla, what is your son up to?

Is he really what they were assuming him to be?

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