She bent to trail an invisible line from her ankles, over her knees straight up her exposed thigh seductively. She smiled and spread her arms apart, raised it above her head to sway her hips side to side. Still, it was not enough to capture the demons' attention.
He stared at her naked form absentmindedly while in his royal-like attire, two fingers tapping the side of his forehead lost in his thoughts.
The girl was greatly discouraged. She was his best stripper he brought along with him from Hell, and she had never once failed to please him with her dance. He once called her his little red devil and the time she offered to kiss him on his lips he granted her the rare opportunity after a wonderful performance by her in Hell.
Or could it be the environment they moved to?
She paused to look at him with concern. He was rather looking elsewhere. She recalled when he once praised her body for being the best he had laid his eyes on, and she had a powerful weapon that can lure any demon or human alike to their downfall.
Being a very popular succubus and notoriously known for her explicit dance moves back in her early years of being a succubus. She was introduced to the king of Hell by a demon who noticed her skills to making a demon happy and since then, she had stripped for no other demon apart from him.
She slowly began to wear clothes as she stared at the King in great disappointment at herself. She has never once failed him. Why now?
She had not a single scratch on her body. Something she had always been careful with not having just to make him happy with her dance while he gazed and praised her flawless skin. They were rich like honey and shone beautifully in their dark glory. A thing as small as a mosquito bite on any part of her body would have her thrown into panic mode while doing all she could to get rid of any trace of being bitten.
To sum it all, she was beautiful if not called the most beautiful female demon in all of Hell by Azrael himself.
Once she was covered, Nyx sat on the nearest chair beside him, she was not allowed to come too close unless she was asked to by him. She folded her arms across her chest with her reptilian slit-shaped eyes. They glared hard at a nude golden statue of a demon being pierced in the rib by the angel of death. Their wings spread far and wide in the large living area of their house.
She turned to him when tears began to well up strongly at the corner of her eyes at his indifference.
What would the other nasty succubus say about her if she was ignored for the first time by heaven and hell's most beautiful creature.
Her lips parted with a slight tremble to them when his eyes were now closed to give the illusion that he was asleep. But the slight frown across that perfect face of his told her he wasn't. He was still thinking. What could be on his mind enough to have him be so distracted like this?
He shouldn't have called her out if he wasn't interested in being entertained tonight by her, then ignore her like she was nothing to him.
She was his future bride and queen for crying out loud!
She turned to frown at him again.
Well, to avoid any misconceptions, it was all in her head. She believed when the time was right he would finally admit that he loved her more than his entertainment and wanted her to be his bride and rule over Hell alongside him.
She had always dreamed of that day coming to the past and had protected and saved that spot beside him for all eternity with her life. She had gotten rid of many succubi that proved to be a threat and was gaining even the slightest amount of attention from Azrael.
Likewise, she had fed on them after tearing them apart skin by skin.
He was hers and there was nothing anybody could do about it. With the charm of her body and a suggestive smile from her was enough to keep him interested in her for many hellish years, and she'd hate to throw it all was because he was in a bad mood.
''What troubles you, Your Majesty.''
Azrael opened his eyes at the sound of her irritating voice. He always hates it when they try to act cute and appealing with their voices. The unnecessary auto-tune and how unoriginal it was. He lazily blinked at…he wonders when he would someday remember her name without being told. His blue-red eyes moved with an ethereal sparkle in them as he gazed at her in deep thought.
Where in the fuck have I seen that human before?
He tried so hard to recollect, but it looks like his memory of his last secret visit to earth crashed the moment he flew back to Hell. It's been fifteen years ago. Funny enough, he remembers the human soul he wickedly fed on before leaving earth that day. The cloth she wore while she screamed and begged to be spared by him.
The sweet taste of her sinful soul.
But he could not damn hard remember where he had seen those set of brown-red eyes that looked so cold and uninviting at the same time vulnerable and innocent.
Damn!
He shook his head.
I really need to do something about my quick memory loss. I am not that old of a demon to be going through this.
In fact, Azrael is the youngest ranked arch demon in Hell.
It's too early for a demon like him to be diagnosed with dementia.
But then again, he turned his head again with a shadow smile across his handsome face.
Who was that lovely creature I met?
The first to be immune to everything attached to Azrael. She is a first and would like to know more about her.
But first, the demon rose to his feet, turned around to begin to leave the room. His action caused Nyx's eyes to widen in alarm. This was the first time he had acted like she was not in the same room as him. She gazed down at the dark marble floors in deep thought.
Azrael had to take care of the case of his arranged bride. He needed to look for her and has them meet as soon as possible so they could quickly wrap up with what they came here to do. It is a pity he had to agree to that ridiculous arranged marriage thing with that human before having to meet with that lovely creature.
It would be more than right to find a way to take her back to Hell with him to keep her to himself once he was done with his purpose here on earth.
Come to think of it, he really does not have to stay with his arranged bride forever. Once he meets with her and finds her terribly unattractive and many levels lower than his standards, he would just endure with her for a little time until he succeeds in jeopardizing her adorable exorcism center. The biggest in the whole world and humanity's only hope.
He smirked, once it falls every other exorcism center that is not up to it would be in major trouble and then his little darlings could then walk freely on the face of the earth to fulfill all hellish dreams.
The demon nodded to one of his bodyguards, Vanessa thought it was also necessary to hire blending in completely to the human world. She knows, he knows, they both know she just wanted to use them time to time for her sexual needs. He came and bowed slightly in respect to him.
''Tell Vanessa that I think it is time she should reach out to my bride and explain to her that she had been joined to me by her beloved father. Write her a diner invitation to one of those expensive hotels and have it sent to her.''
''Yes, boss.'' The human bodyguard nodded and left quickly to deliver the message.
Azrael nodded his head. Vanessa had worked tirelessly in fishing out who his bride was. He is sure she would have had a clue by now. She was the smartest and the most gifted female demon he had ever encountered.
Azrael began to journey down the hallway to a room in his mansion.
It was time to do something else.