Page 27 of Of Realms and Chaos

I bent down, bringing myself eye-level with the male in front of me once more. He was entranced, my beauty and magic otherworldly to these creatures.

“Are you a goddess?” he asked, his voice nearly a whine with the exertion it took to speak through the onslaught of need that filled him more fully the closer I got. I continued pressing out on the area, my magic slipping into every fae it could find. The more I pushed, the stronger I became.

“Don’t tell me you believe in gods when Eternity sings to this place—blesses it with gifts beyond understanding. In your veins flows something previously unheard of. Don’t spite what lies above simply because I’m other.”

He nodded. His mouth dropped open to drool as I leaned farther forward, my dress falling from my skin to expose my bare chest.

Too easy. These beings were so delightfully foul.

“Now, tell me how to get to the land of the demons, to their realm,” I ordered, placing a single finger under his chin—the pink glow lighting up his pale skin.

He moaned, feeling the magic seep into his body. What felt good to him felt euphoric to me. There was no sweeter sensation than that of sin or virtue, and as it exploded around us, I thought I might combust as well. Every fiber of my being fought to embrace that, to revel in what I had created, but I had a task.

“There is no way there. The Mist—it protects their realm, blocks us from it. No one would seek to go anyways. They are evil.” I ran my finger down his neck, letting my nail dig into his skin lightly. He jerked below my touch, his eyes closing and head lulling back. “Please, more.”

I did so love when they begged.

“What is The Mist?” I asked, letting my caresses drift lower. His breathing came in heavy pants, his moans louder. I did not have much longer, the poor thing was clearly deprived.

“We do not know. No one does. It is some kind of black magic, filled with creatures that consume the flesh of anyone who dares to pass through.”

Inconvenient. That meant there was no inconspicuous way for me to go about finding them. I would need to get creative. I doubted their maps would have information on a realm they so clearly feared.

A part of me grew excited at the knowledge that far more sinister creatures walked this world. My magic pulsed, the madness around me soaring upwards, threatening to burn in their too-bright sun. Time was running out, along with my fun.

I stopped my finger just shy of the bulge within the fae’s trousers, causing him to groan. He began begging again, reaching up to touch and grab me. My hand shot out, latching around his throat before his filthy hands could stain my dress.

“Thank you for your help, dear. But it seems you have exceeded your usefulness.” With a squeeze of my hand, I snapped the male’s neck, the light fading from his eyes and the husk losing its appeal. There was nothing to gain from the dead. They were empty of what satiated my hunger.

I expertly dodged the gore and bodily fluids that flung through the air as I walked on, trying to determine exactly where I would go next. I had searched every isle but one, which meant she was likely with the demons still. He had been right, naturally.

How would I get there when I did not know exactly where there was? What a quandary.

Decisions, decisions.

I imagined that I could search that final isle before exploring my options. Even better, I also needed to inspect the home of the fae rulers. Now that would be fun.

He could not blame me for being thorough. There was no proof she had remained in the lands of the demons. How could I claim to have searched for her if I simply skipped over two islands?

No, that would not do. Continuing on was in the best interest of my mission. At least, that was what my excuse would be.

Quickly, I scrawled out a missive, just a brief update on what I had found–or, well, not found. While I knew I would have to check in soon, I also knew that, as impatient as he was, there was a part of him that wanted me to have the joy this world offered. We felt such things so rarely that it was imperative we took advantage of the opportunities put before us. Still, he would grow angry eventually.

Groaning, I sent off my note, hoping it would satisfy him for a while. Lifting a hand, I twirled it and welcomed my magic home. Some came back while other bits of it dissipated in the air. Just like that, the fae were free of my clutches. Still, they continued on, slowing but not stopping. That was the thing about giving in to your worst impulses—your darkest desires—once you started, it was hard to stop.

Like the fae, I found myself uninterested in ceasing now that I had begun.

Chapter Eleven

Asher

This becomes more and more boring each time.

Henry tried and failed to hide his laugh as I spoke into his mind.

The male—man—in front of us stared at Henry for a moment. His perplexed expression and seemingly confused thoughts lasted all of three seconds before he returned his stare to me. When vile fantasies started to swarm through his mind, I ground my teeth, attempting to hold myself back.

Truly, it was my fault. I should not have admitted I was bored. Karma had me there.

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