MainNovelChapter 735: The staff slipped from her fingers, clattering against the floor.
Daemonikai lowered her gently to the ground, laying her out respectfully. For a second, he remained kneeling beside her. Slowly, he rose to his feet, and, like everyone else, he turned to Zaiper.
It was him.
Not the humans.
Not my son.
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Something dark was brewing in Daemonikai's chest. Something that demanded blood.
In a blink, he moved. One moment he stood on the dais; the next, he was where Zaiper stood-only to find empty air.
The court gasped.
Zaiper was already across the hall, beside Aekeira, seizing her, yanking her from her seat. One arm locked tightly around her throat as he dragged her into the open.
"What the hell are you doing, Grand Lord Zaiper?!" High Lord Jakal shouted, leaping to his feet, several other high lords following.
"'Sit your asses down!" Zaiper barked right back.
"If not, I will gut her where she stands!” Aekeira choked back a cry, arms coming up protectively around her belly. Emeriel had gone pale as a ghost. "You think I fear dying?!" Zaiper spat.
"You may kill me, but I'll take her with me! Her and the seed she carries! Try me!" His glare swept the room, stopping on Daemonikai.
"I dare anyone to unleash their pheromones on me! I feel so much as a sizzle of it, and I'll gut her like a fish!” "We should kill him anyway!" High Lord Belzebob's yellow beast-eyes glowed.
"He ended the lives of our people! Our children and loved ones! We kill him now and damn the consequences!" He wasn't alone; many of the high lords were showing signs of their beasts breaking through. Daemonikai understood their fury and grief, their thirst for justice. He felt it all too.
It pulsed through him, burning away reason. Feeding the growing thing. Kill him! Damn reason and tear him apart. Start with his eyes and rip them from his skull! "Daemon, please." Vladya's voice was distant.
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Break the hands he used to betray and shatter the legs that carried him to treachery! Beat him with his own flesh! Make him choke on his own screams! KILL THE TRAITOR! Daemonikai took one step to lunge.
"My sister! Beloved, please don't!" Emeriel's frantic, pleading voicem stopped him. Anger rose within him. him.
Why? Why was his female protecting this vile thing?
Not him, her sister. A different voice in him, not of rage but of reason. Her pregnant sister's life is in danger. She carries your best friend's child. Fuck.
FUCK!
His yellow vision began to clear. The tsunami of wrath started Sinking back Verted to retreat.
just under the tides.
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