Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 519

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.

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.

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