THE DEMON'S PROMISED✓

Chapter 07: Escape fail

The music stops and so does the dancing, but the rain doesn't even as I stare into the dark pits of the demon lord. His skin is cold and a bit pale—he isn't in his demon form no, I can see him trying to control his form.

But his eyes, even though they are dark like an endless pit—they show he is angry and displeased with my decision.

"That's the demon king." I hear a traveler whisper to another, "Who is he holding?"

Neither of us seems to care. "Let me—"

"Not only did you fake your acceptance but you also disobeyed me and tried to leave." His tone is cold and it sends a chill down my spine.

His dark hair is damp on his head as the rain pours on him, my brunette hair begins to stick to my face and I blame myself for using too much hair product.

"I never faked my acceptance because I never accepted this world! You're all monsters and I don't want to be here!" I scream at his face, angry tears rolling down my cheeks—his nose flared and I see his square jaw clench.

Xanthus' grip around my wrist tightens as he twists my arm behind my back and pushes me closer to him, I begin to shake my head as I see the travelers, the portal, and the cliff slowly disappears revealing gold and black walls and a large bed right in the middle.

A chandelier hangs up the night in the large room, and there's a big couch in a corner, four steps that lead to a large sliding window, and a window seat where a person could sit and watch the world below.

I feel myself being jerked to the floor, my hair creating a curtain of sort as I quiet sob leaves my lips, I push my hair away.

"This is where you'll stay now! With me, in my world! And in my room, you don't deserve any privacy Aurora!" He points a slender finger at me as he speaks.

"You're selfish Xanthus, you stole me from my home and expect me to be comfortable with your life here. It doesn't work like that!" I scream at him, and he squats down I try to crawl away but he grabs my ankle and drags me closer to him.

There's a clap of thunder outside and I shut my eyes, too scared to stare into the darkness of his.

"Yes Aurora, I am goddamn selfish! The sooner you accept this the easier it's going to be for you! What did you think would happen? You'd leave your room and I wouldn't know?" He shouts at my face and I'm compelled to snap my eyes open while hot fresh tears roll down my face and I sniffle a bit. "Sleep on the bed because this is your new room." He drops my foot and leaves the room only returning in sleepwear.

He gets on the bed pulling the silky covers over his leg before picking a scroll totally ignoring the little sobs that leave my lips.

This time, I notice his eyes are back to their normal electric blue but the fire in them is still bright and sharp and I can tell they are bothering him because soon he drops the scroll back to the little table by the bed before running his fingers harshly through his hair.

His chest heaved a bit as he mumbles under his breath while I hug my knees to my chest more tears rolling down my cheeks—my left cheek is flat against the cold tile as I fall asleep in the demon's lord room.

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The harsh rays of the sun hit my eyes lids pushing my eyes to flutter open and I feel a sense of deja vu as I stare at dark ceilings, my hair sprawled on the bed along with a deep ache at the side of my head—unlike last time, I remember the events that went down the day before and sitting on the couch was the lord of Dapphion, his deep electric eyes following the words on the scroll.

"I tried to contain the sun as much as I could, but they are some things even a demon lord can't control. How was your rest?" He drops the scroll giving me his attention and I blink before sitting up slowly.

I'm still wearing the clothes from the day before, my eyebrows pull together as confusion washes over my face—I was on the floor yesterday, that was where I fell asleep. How did I wake up here? I get up thankful that I don't fall even though my limps feel weak.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask, he points at the door which I walk through.

"Have you shower—new clothes will be waiting for you when you come out." I slam the door harshly letting him know I am not pleased with his new rule of making me live here.

The bathroom is a mix of gold and white, a big gold bathtub that can contain five people or more—two shower stalls and two sinks each with mirrors. The bathroom was grand, fit for a king.

I sigh as I pull off the dress I wore for my escape, small tears manage to escape as the realization that the escape I had been planning for over two weeks took Xanthus only ten minutes to ruin it.

I turn on the shower, and even as my body screams in protest when the cold water hits my skin because I was dumb enough to not set it to the appropriate temperature, I continue with my shower. I scrub my body with a washcloth and soap that smells like Xanthus. As much as I hated it, it smelt nice.

After I'm done, I pick a towel and wrap it around my body before poking my head out the door to see if anyone is there—Xanthus has his gaze on the window staring outside, his jaw clenched and his bottom lips caught between his teeth.

My outfit is already laid on the bed, and I return to the bathroom where I wear it—feeling a bit embarrassed that whoever picked my outfit happened to know the size of my boobs too. I can only hope it wasn't Xanthus.

I step out again and Xanthus is already waiting by the door. "Since you're not trusted to stay alone and I have work to do. You'll be with me everywhere—" I open my mouth to speak but he shakes his head, his dark curls bouncing at the same time. "Don't start this afternoon, yes, you cried so hard that you slept through the morning. Now let's go I have a lot of pending works." I follow him.

I can only guess the extra guards positioned everywhere are due to my failed escape and I sigh.

I just have to come up with a better escape.

Xanthus sits when we enter the study, he pulls a chair and places somewhere close to his pointing at it for me to sit. Which I do.

"Put whatever plan brewing in your head off the stove because as usual, you're going to fail." He says flipping through some scrolls.

"A few failures doesn't mean I'm going to stop." His hold tightens on one of the scrolls and he snaps his blue fiery eyes to mine.

"Don't make me hurt you Aurora, it wouldn't be pretty." He warns and I shrink back in my seat turning my head to the window.

We spend the afternoon in silence, Xanthus' head buried in work and my mind wandering off to my siblings when a skinny man bursts in—a look of panic plastered on his face.

"I apologize for barging in! But the town is under attack! Tartarus is in tears!"

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