Amelia remembered that when they reached the villa, after touring the house with her, Damon handed a chilled cup of water and after that he tried to have his way with her despite the protests she made.
Amelia raised the blanket to look at the hickeys on her body one more time, seems that he really had his way after drugging her this time around didn't he.
"Are you done? Then you can go take your bath before heading downstairs for breakfast." Damon stood up nonchalantly not minding the fact that he was butt naked at all.
As he stepped forward and stretched his hands to reach out for the robe that hung on the rack, "I hate you." Amelia yelled out with a choked voice making the hands that Damon stretch out pause as he gritted his teeth in anger and pain.
After the pause, Damon took the robe like what she said had no effect on him and he wore it smoothly.
"Everything you do come with a price, you wanted to live for your revenge but you ended up selling yourself to me, so I can do you as I please." Damon said coldly before disappearing from the room immediately as he did not want to bare the torture of hurting her.
Amelia choked on her own sobs as she cried, although she hated the bastard for forcefully having his way with her, he had a point, he was the devil is not like she expected him to be a saint or something while she sold herself to him, it's just that....
Cleaning her tears, Amelia sluggishly stood up from the bed and headed to the bathroom where she washed herself up, scrubbing herself as hard as she could as she did not want any trace of that bastard on her body not a single one at all.
Damon closed his eyes as he massaged his forehead in frustration, he could not believe it she hated him..... Again.
This time he was at fault, if he had just told her to stay behind yesterday maybe the denigrate would not have been able to capture and cast a spell on her.
Damon mind strayed to the past as he remembered her bright red hair and emerald green eyes that suited her perfectly, the sounds of laughter she gave anytime she was happy, the way she pouted her lips when sad or when she wants him to give in to her demand.
Then she was his Ophelia but now, He could not say the same.
"Brother the situation in the Kingdom has gotten worst." Max interrupted Damon's reminisce, as Leviton was caught up in the battle and could not come, it was Max that was sent to deliver the message.
Damon brows deepened wondering what the trouble was that Leviton couldn't handle by himself, he has just been listening to their report of the troubles but he has not even bothered to ask them what it was at all as he was too occupied with Amelia's disappearance and the spell cast on her.
"What's the matter?" Damon finally asked as his voice sounded hoarse when he spoke.
"Some factions are revolting, they asked vampires for help too, apparently they plan to overthrow you." Max said narrating the situation hurriedly.
Damon lowered his head and realized a cold smirk, "it seems they have forgotten why I am the devil, I guess it would do me no harm to remind them." He said with a skin crawling laugh after.
"Let me dress my best, because we would have some funerals to attend after." Damon said simply and disappeared.
Max stood in a daze twitching his mouth, could his brother not be too full of himself, they having been fighting the battle since the noon of the previous day and in one day his brother wants a mass funeral, sighing, Max disappeared as he was sure that Damon would appear when he was ready.
Amelia opened the door to see a properly dressed Damon standing outside the door, "What do you want?" Amelia said rolling her eyes.
"Do not try running away, no matter where you go, I would find you." Damon said coldly as he stared directly into Amelia's brown eyes as if he was trying to see through her or instead expecting something to show up.
"You can go to hell for all I care. Oops, I forgot that is where you came from, dumbass." Amelia spat out and closed the door with a bang on Damon's face, why should she care about him, the money she had was enough to take her abroad and take care of her there, it seemed her plan for revenge would be on hold as she wants to get away from this psychopath first.
Damon original cold face turned another degree colder as he stared at the shot door before he disappeared, in truth Damon just wanted to see Amelia before heading out to battle because he knew that when the battle is won, he would still have to weed out some people within his territory but there was no telling when he would come back.
Damon looked at the door one last time before disappearing with his heart brewing with hatred at the Wizard whom cast that spell, if he eventually finds out the person he would slowly and gradually snuff out the life within him till he begs for his life and after he dies, he would personally torture him in hell.
Damon appeared in the middle of the battlefield and saw his own side losing the battle causing him to shake his head at it, he could not believe that later on this weaklings would beat their chests and say they work with the devil, how pathetic.
When Damon's side noticed his arrival they all felt fear in their spines and a little pity for the other faction as the aura that was coming out of Damon as of then just screamed, 'I am death, come to me and meet your demise.' And well, they were not wrong, this time around the devil was mad.