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They played with their own breasts, making exaggerated moaning sounds, their scent a sickly-sweet lure meant to make a man’s blood heat. King felt nothing but disgust.

“Hey, baby,” one of them purred, reaching out toward Sid, who sidestepped her touch with a curl of his lip. “I got a tight pussy and could give you a good fuck.”

Sid snorted. “I’d rather cut my dick off.”

King smirked at Sid’s solid response.

"Those are Succubi," Raven said, amusedly glancing at King. “The whores of the underworld.”

King’s jaw tensed. “I know what they are.”

His eyes flicked to Charger, who was being openly flirted with by one of the demons. Raven wasn't having that shit.

“Bitch, if you wanna keep that ugly ass head of yours, you’ll keep your hands off my man,” she sneered, pointing her sword directly at it.

King huffed out a quiet chuckle, but his amusement didn’t last.

“King, come with me,” Daniel ordered, already heading toward the building with Duncan at his side. “And leave the sword.”

King’s grip tightened around the hilt, reluctant to part with it now that he finally had a weapon in this godforsaken place. Leaving it felt like walking in naked.

Kane held out a hand, and after a beat, King forced himself to let go, shoving the sword into Kane’s grip.

His body coiled tight with tension as he followed Daniel into the building, his stomach twisting with every step. Amara was somewhere in this hellhole. Probably terrified. And he was wasting fucking time.

The second he stepped inside, his senses were assaulted. The air was thick and rancid. The overwhelming stench of rotting flesh, blood, and something even fouler that he couldn’t name and didn’t fucking want to.

The moment they entered, everything stopped. Conversations died, shadows shifted, and every set of hungry, predatory eyes locked onto them. King’s skin prickled, muscles tensing.

Daniel didn’t acknowledge the sudden change in atmosphere. Didn’t even hesitate. He strode forward, heading toward the rotting bar like he owned the place.

King kept his back straight, his movements slow, measured. He might not have had a weapon, but he sure as hell wasn’t defenseless.

Then he got a good look at the bartender. And holy fuck. He was easily the ugliest son of a bitch King had ever seen. Skin sagged off his skull, his eyeballs bulging grotesquely. Where a nose should’ve been, there was only a gaping hole. His teeth—or what was left of them—were jagged and black, barely hanging on to rotted gums.

The sight was nauseating. The thought of Amara here, somewhere in this cesspool, had his rage boiling to the surface. He could only imagine her fear. He was ready to tear through every last one of these monsters to get to her.

“Where’s Sibyl?” Daniel asked. Not harsh. Not pleasant. Just fucking final.

The bartender, a drooling sack of rot, grunted. “She ain’t here.” Then, like a goddamn savage, he spit into a drink and slid it across the bar to some low-life demon. And the fucker actually took it and drank.

King had seen some nasty shit in his time, but this? This was a whole new level of disgust.

He was already on edge, this hellhole gnawing at his patience. The stench of sweat, blood, and rotting flesh thickened the air. But Daniel? Daniel acted like he owned the fucking place. Hell, maybe he did.

King didn’t let his guard drop, though. He stayed slightly turned, body angled, keeping watch on the room while Duncan did the same. No one was getting the drop on them.

Then Daniel moved so fast that King barely had time to register it before Daniel leaped over the bar, snatched the demon by the skull, and slammed his ugly-ass face into the wood. The sickening crack of cartilage breaking filled the air. No one moved.

Daniel leaned down, his voice like a razor’s edge. “I told you, demon, not to lie to me.” His eyes darkened, power surging just beneath his skin. “I know she’s here. And I’m going to ask you one more fucking time… where is Sibyl?”

The room shifted. Tension thickened. King tracked the movement as a few demons slipped out the door. Smart. If shit went south, they didn’t want to be collateral damage. King, however, wanted his fucking sword.

His eyes flicked around, searching for anything he could use as a weapon if it came to that.

The demon trembled, then caved. “G-get Sibyl!” he howled, his ruined face a mess of blood and panic. “She’s paying off a debt!”

Daniel’s as his jaw ticked. That obviously hit a nerve. “Her debt is paid in full. From this moment forward.” His voice was ice, his fury slow-building like a brewing storm. “Nod, if you understand me.”

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