“A power Lucifer gave me. The man who calls you his daughter. What does that say about our fates?”
That I never had a choice.
That we were always meant to end up here.
“That today is the day you die,” I said out loud, stirring my power into the air to create a force field around myself and Adrik. I sent a third wave of energy to the only remaining guard—the one who chose me over Necros—and shoved him from the room, needing him to run and find shelter.
This was between me and my soon-to-be-dead husband now.
“We’ll see.” Necros sent shock wave after shock wave at me, but each one bounced off my fiery shield and hit the walls of the palace, destroying the foundations of Adrik’s former home.
It was almost laughable how Necros’s energy compared to mine. My fear for him felt ancient, infeasible. Now all I experienced was boredom from the clearly lesser demon.
Oh, he was more powerful than most.
He just no longer compared to me.
And he didn’t have a conduit to my flames.
I’m Lucifer’s daughter.
Queen Lux is my mother.
I will bow to no one again.
What they did to me was wrong. But I also understood it. They wanted me to have a connection to humanity, to keep me grounded and prevent me from becoming someone like the cruel, arrogant being before me.
They gave me compassion.
But not for this man.
Necros deserved to die, and painfully. For all his heinous acts against me and those who opposed him.
I held my hands up high in the air, lifting Necros on a cloud of smoke until the tips of his heavily booted feet barely brushed the ground. He struggled, his energy battling mine, but it was no match to the angelfire brewing within me.
“Too many clothes.” I had no desire to see my husband naked ever again, but my plan required it. A surge of flames demolished his garments to ash, leaving his skin undamaged. “Isn’t it degrading to be in such a vulnerable position?”
“Nudity has never bothered me,” he countered, sounding just as cocksure as ever while his power futilely roared with a vengeance.
He knew I intended to kill him.
He knew I would win.
But he seemed to be hell-bent on maintaining his dignity as he went.
“How many males have you broken in this position?” I wondered aloud, tilting my head. “Hmm, I can count several dozen I’ve witnessed alone. Would you like to see what I learned from those experiences, husband of mine? To see what you’ve taught me to do?”
A flicker of uncertainty flashed in his depths of his eyes, followed swiftly by mocking disbelief. “You don’t have it in you.”
I brought my fingers up to my lips and hushed him. “Shh. My time to rule now, dead king. And I’m concentrating on your demise.”
A stray tendril of blue embers curved its way out of my body and around Necros. I didn’t allow it to burn him, but to simply coil like a snake around its prey. It lowered over his abdomen and toward his manhood.
He tried to swipe it away with flares of his own. But failed.
“Do you know the part of you that I hate the most?” I circled his flaccid cock, arching a brow. “All the times you defiled my body and made me do things to you I despised were experiences I tolerated as your wife. But then you shared me. And that, Necros, was your biggest mistake of all, because I learned about pleasure. I was never the problem. You were, and your miserable excuse for a dick.”
It was my turn to allow evil laughter to fill the room. It didn’t echo off the ceilings, because they weren’t there anymore. Instead, the sound flooded out into the Kingdom of Caluçon to let those who heard it know a new leader was rising.