The Devil's Temptation!

It left the room with an unusual eerie aura hanging in the air, to the point one would feel extremely frightened to step in and hopefully make it out alive without looking like a bird being driven into a Fowler’s nest.

Roshan, on the other hand was barely bothered and chose to linger in the darkness since he was very well accustomed to it, concerning the fact that it was the only place he found peace.

A glass of white wine remained in his grasp, his Hazel-green eyes showing what one barely_or in other words, ‘never’ saw on his face as a lonesome look appeared. He looked lost, the light in his eyes kept flickering like that of a cottages fire.

As much as he tried to fight it for a whole two hundred years of living, they always manage to crawl back at him like a quiet fox and get right under his skin.

Being a demon child, he had chosen to seek shelter in the hands of the humans since he knew getting a normal life while living as a demon would be impossible.

There was obviously nothing normal about being a demon to begin with.

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Most of his family barely considered him as one due to the fact he wasn’t willing to take a walk on the dark path. Not even his father, the mighty Demon King with the highest of ranks, King Aherlow, the man who dared to scar his heart.

Anger fumed in his eyes and due to the intensity of his rage and the pressure his grasp applied on the champagne glass, it broke instantly, shattering into pieces and giving him a few deep cuts which he wished wouldn’t heal so soon.

He thought Demons were worse to be honest but who knew the actual Demons were actually disguised as humans in the first place.

He wasn’t poor at all, but after leaving home, he took nothing with him, not even a coin or his favorite weapons, he looked no different from someone who belonged to the low-class society the moment he arrived at Euphrasia those years ago.

The thought of wanting a normal life really went down the drain for him after noticing how badly the low-class were treated by the top officials in Euphrasia, like they were some mud beneath their shoes that could easily be gotten rid of.

He was basically the reason that led to the revelation of Demon’s in the human world. He couldn’t bear to see those top officials or those in the royal family treat him like rags while carrying themselves like they were the actual God and that’s when he killed one of them, to gain his satisfaction.

He stained his hands with blood for the first time at the age of 12 and before he realized how deep he had gotten into it, he couldn’t stop.

An evil smirk adorned his pretty face at the bloody remembrance but it was a complete contrast to the lingering pain in his eyes. A pain that said it could have all been avoided if they left him alone like he told them to.

One by one he mercilessly got rid of them and with each passing day his heart hardened, the taste to kill took over him and he grew up with it.

He was the heartless villain, a threat to the humans yet no one ever bothered to ask why? What made him the way he was? Yet they had the ordersity to point fingers at him.

That’s how selfish the people of Euphrasia really are!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A gentle knock on the door propped Roshan back into reality but he barely reacted, that look in his eyes had vanished within a flash that it’d be impossible to believe he looked so lonely in the first place. He just poured himself another glass of wine and calmly sipped his drink.

“What is it?” His tone came out sharp, signifying he didn’t want to be disturbed at the moment.

“Your highness, the human you brought earlier has awoken.” The guard immediately informed right outside the door, causing Roshan to halt just when he was about to take the next sip of his drink.

She’s awake??

“Leave!” Came his subtle response and the guard’s heavy footsteps could be heard as it faded away into the distance.

Dropping the glass close to the table by his bedside, Roshan unhurriedly got out of bed and turned to look at the wall where all his special weapons were neatly kept intact.

Just the way he left them.

With a smile of mischief, he took two of his extremely sharp and favorite silver daggers, studying the dangerously sharp edges by tracing it with his fingers, his eyes glinted in ways that spoke of the incoming terror about to befall on his victim.

“This is going to be fun.”

Without even changing from his dark robes, Roshan exited from the room, keeping his daggers on the beltline of his pants in an attempt to conceal it before striding with quick steps once he made it to the corridor.

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Annalise paced along the room with a very strange anxiety building inside of her. She couldn’t help but bite at her nails and pace back and forth the moment she realized her sword was missing, including her most treasured golden badge, causing a look of worry to paint her face.

To her quick fears, she could feel his cold presence getting closer and closer and when he eventually comes, what will she use to defend herself against him???

Surely he had a reason for abducting her in the first place and she could feel it in her skin that there was a negative reason for it.

“Or should I pretend to be asleep?”

She shook that idea away, knowing he wouldn’t fall for it and her palms were already starting to sweat, she was completely defenseless against him at this point.

Not only that, the fear in her heart told her she was about to experience something big, something that would leave her falling to her feet at the end of the day.

Like a jack bird that has suddenly heard the sound of a wolf, Anna’s ears instantly twitched due to the heavy footsteps she could hear getting closer to her bedroom. She keeps forgetting she had sensitive ears when it comes to hearing things and she knew, with no doubt that he was coming for her.

Immediately glancing around the room in panic, her eyes fortunately spotted the lavender vase on the bed stand and with quick steps, she hurried towards it, grabbing hold of the vase and getting rid of the flowers inside of it.

She instantly went to hide at the corner of the door and remained as silent as she could, except for her heart, which drummed frantically against her ribcage as she held the vase up against her chest, her grip tightening in fear at the sound of those footsteps getting closer, but she had made her plans clear.

The moment he opens the door and steps in, she’ll hit him hard with the vase and make a run for it.

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