The Demon continent, Wrymorg.
Royal Capital.
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"Worthless!", Loki slapped the young woman below him. He was looking down on the whole room from his seat on the throne.
The young woman fell over and began to massage her cheeks before jumping to her feet without even a sniffle to exit the room. She knew very well that tears would mean certain death.
Loki Vladwick.
Third born of the royal family but second in line to the throne. He had long golden hair which he often tied behind his neck. "How is finding one bastard child so difficult for a whole nation?!".
His fist slammed the golden arm-rest on his right with his free hand moving to support his chin. Though slender, he had a rich physique alongside the hottest temper in the family, he once looked up to Dante when they were very young, but over time realized that he had no inheritance with his elder brother alive.
No one could be happier than Loki when Dante was banished...
"Calm down, Loki", Ishtar frowned beside him. "If you've not been able to find him for centuries, what makes you think you can find him in barely a week?", her voice was mocking.
He shot an angered glance at her. "Shut up, whore!"
"Watch your mouth, third in line", she spat back.
Ishtar Vladwick.
Firstborn of the Vladwick family and Dante's most preferred sibling. She was golden-haired with scarlet eyes.
"What did you say?!", Loki jumped to his feet.
Alongside her elegance, she was often hailed as a goddess of beauty but women weren't seen as capable of ruling the nation.
"You heard me..", her arms folded below her chest, although she was fully prepared to attack or block him.
"Please stop!", Ro ran between them with his arms stretched out. "Don't fight! People are here!"
Pyro Vladwick. The last child and third in line to the throne. He had short red hair which was complemented by his emerald eyes. Often called the crybaby or weakling in the family, although Hades mention that he had the most potential.
"Get out of my way, weakling!", Loki pushed past him before standing to face Ishtar. "Don't lecture me if you don't have the power to back it up".
He was talking to Pyro but didn't take his eyes off Ishtar. "I'm sure you know where he is...", he whispered to her before leaving the room.
Ro glanced at him with sad eyes till he disappeared into the darkness. Neither of them were kids anymore, but Loki's hot-temper never seemed to go!
Ishtar moved to entwine her arms with her little brother's. Some decades ago she would've been able to reach his shoulder, he'd been growing fast lately. "Look how tall you are, Ro", she teased him with a smile.
Embarrassed at her words, his cheeks flushed up. "Stop.... You see me everyday". He rolled his eyes avoiding hers.
They both kept their conversation going without minding the group of guards and maids lined up in the throne room.
"Damn this household!", Loki cursed under his breath before slamming his door behind him.
The main castle was divided into four other castles for each sibling to make their own home. Since Dante left, his side has been leveled and turned into a garden.
The maids at his castle bowed as he stepped in. "Prepare a bathe for me...", he ordered no one in particular.
"It is already set, my Lord", Velma bowed from the stairway. She was his first and most favored mistress.
Loki had about five concubines and more than a dozen maids at his beck and call.
When Velma opened his door, two other women were lying half naked in his room filled with a purple smoke that caused hallucinations.
"Andrea! Fiona!", Velma shot them a 'get-out' look.
With half their senses, they both jumped to their feet to exit the room. Covering their breasts with some piece of clothing.
They were the third and fourth concubines respectively.
Ignoring everything around him, Loki stripped to soak in the steaming water. He'd replaced his medium-sized jacuzzi with a larger hot tub so more of his concubines could fit into it.
"Come bathe with me", he shut his eyes to relax as Velma bowed. Slowly she took off her clothes before moving to soak beside her master.
"What troubles you, my lord?", she wrapped both her arms around his left, her boobs were pressing against his upper muscles.
"My brother might return", he sighed.
"He has no place here", she pressed herself harder on his body. "He would be like a mere servant if he dares". She moved to kiss his upper chest which wasn't submerged in water.
She was right, there was no place for him in the castle and his place had already been leveled.
"True...". His eyes went down to the beautiful dark-haired woman below him, her firm breasts were pressed against his chest muscles.
The family she came from had served the royals for generations, now he'd claimed her as his property.
"I want to pleasure you, my lord", she licked up to his collar bone before nibbling at it with her teeth.
Feeling his body quiver a little, Loki raised her face to his by her chin. "I surely have the best taste in women", he smiled before kissing her.
Her lips were small and tender on his.
A free hand moved to her waist, pulling her up to his strong thighs.
"My lord...", her lips parted in pleasure when he facilely groped her left breast.
"Shh", he lowered his head to nibble on her right while kneading the left doggedly. It was just for some seconds before he raised them both out of the pool while her fingers tangled in his hair.
"I'll be having you tonight", he met her eyes with a sly leer.
Looking down at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, my lord". Before kissing him again.
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THE WESTERN CASTLE•••
"I'm back!", Ro called out. His castle was a bit smaller than that of his elder siblings.
"Welcome back, young master", his butler Finmore bowed.
Ro sighed.
If you were to guess their ages from the human's eye, Ro would be nineteen just like Vanessa. Although he was some centuries older.....
Everyone treated him like a kid..... but he didn't blame them. It was his fault for being too frail and weak...
"What bothers you?", Finmore frowned.
"Everyone is always fighting these days", his eyes searched around the room for nothing in particular. "I kinda wished I was the one who was banished instead....", he sat on a stool beside him.
Finmore patted his back. "Cheer up, Young master. I had the chef make your favorite dishes".
Everyone knew food could make him forget his troubles. "Really?". His eyes suddenly lit up.
Finmore nodded as they made their way to the dining area. There were two maids in his castle, two chefs, and a butler.
He'd gotten used to living in solitude with his hobbies, maybe not all demons were cut out for war and fighting?
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THE NORTHERN CASTLE•••
Ishtar Vladwick lived in the biggest branch castle. She'd turned the place into her very own harem house with attractive men of all sizes and colours.
The lighting of the whole mansion was blue because her windows reflected light in a dark blue shade.
"Lady Ishtar", came Marco's voice once her guards opened the doors to her mansion, he had dark hair with matching dark eyes. Taking her hand in his before bowing to place a kiss on it. "Your bath is set". Marco was her most loyal servant.
"I don't want a bath", she shook her head. "I need a massage and also a whip to blow off some steam".
"Yes, my lady", he bowed before vanishing. Marco was a vampire.
Everyone who lived in the castle was no ordinary person, the difference was just in power.
Before she could take five more steps, another male by the name of Grey bowed at her feet with a tray in his hand. "My lady, I picked some berries for you".
With a slight smile, she took up a bunch in her hand.
After falling back on the couch behind her. Four men came forward to massage her shoulders and both feet while one served her berries and grapes.
"I was so excited about Dante's return, but Loki is still a kid", she rolled her eyes. "I'd rather die than watch him rule".
In a few minutes, Marco returned with a long whip in his right hand.
"Finally!", she smiled before waving the other men off her. Both Ishtar and Loki had high taste in servants.....
"Who shall I whip today?"
Marco brought out a small piece of paper from his pocket. "Just one, Fin Hermock".
His name made her pout in annoyance. "Ohh... And he was one of the most handsome men at my disposal", Marco finally helped her to her feet.
They both fazed underground to somewhere that seemed like a prison, although it was small and had just one corridor.
"Lady Ishtar!", one of the naked prisoners pounded his head on the cell bars. "Please forgive me! I shall satisfy you properly next time!". There was a metal lock attached to his neck and his body was bruised and lined with blood.
Disgusted at his words, she spat on the floor outside his cell. "Next time?", she laughed before whipping his eyes.
His screams of pain made the whole place vibrate.
"Luckily, I didn't come to see you". Both she and Marco continued deeper down the dark corridor.
"Here we are", she smiled happily at the chained man sitting below her feet.
Fin was silent at her words, his back leaning against the rough dungeon walls.
"Boo-hoo", she frowned before fazing through the steel bars. "You're so cute when you're mad", she squatted to kiss his cheek.
Marco's fists tightened beside him. "It's dangerous to be in there, my lady".
Her index finger shot up to stop his speech. "I'm still interested in you, Fin", her fingertips traced his face. "I like the way you please me so I can overlook the insults you gave me some days ago".
Fin rudely turned his face away from her.
Marco gripped the steel bars in anger.
"Not interested", he mumbled.
Ishtar's eyes widened then narrowed. "Okay". She gestured for Marco to take him to the torture room.
Ishtar had unimaginable strength, so just one whip from her could rip your limbs off.....
"Ooff-", Fin growled under his breath. He was bent on not giving her any pleasure from begging and screaming.
"Louder!", she whipped again taking a chunk of his flesh off with it.
Marco was at the other edge of the room, a wide grin on his lips. Fin had started getting too much attention from lady Ishtar lately...
It was too bad he lost his temper and even insulted his mistress.
"Awooo!", Fin cried out after he'd nearly bled to death. He was from the wolf clan, so it was no wonder Marco didn't get along with him.
"Yes!", she laughed under her breath while whipping him harder and harder.
In a few seconds, he was silent.
"Did he die already?", she frowned before her eyes moved to Marco in disappointment.
"It's alright my lady, there are other prisoners", he walked up to wrap his arms around her.
They felt each other's warmth for a few seconds before she spoke up again. "I think I'll have that bath now".
Marco nodded. "Shall I pay your brother a visit?"
Ishtar shook her head. Dante won't like the idea of her sending a servant to see him... Especially when he thought no one could find him.
"He'd kill you immediately"
"I'm not that weak, my lady", he grimaced.
Tiptoeing to peck his cheek. "I'd go myself, Dante is much more powerful than I am".