The Damned Demon

Chapter 630  Her Future Husband

Hellbringer Tower loomed ominously against the dark crimson sky, its silhouette making the atmosphere even more eerie.

As Asher dragged Sabina through the towering doors, the echo of their footsteps reverberated through the cold, hollow halls. With a sudden movement, he flung her forward, and she tumbled across the cold stone floor, the sound of her chainmail clinking softly against the cold stone floor.

"Fufufu...Finally, I was able to get your attention," Sabina giggled from her sprawled position on the floor, her voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber. She lay on her back, lifting her right leg provocatively, her eyes locked on Asher with a challenging gleam.

Asher's brows furrowed deeply as he stepped forward, his gaze darkening, "You think you have the right to make demands just because I made you my consort? I already fulfilled our deal by planting my seed in you. You can't hold that over me anymore. I am too busy to take part in your mischief."

Sabina's lips pressed tightly together as she smoothly rose to her feet, her movements graceful and deliberate. She walked towards him, her gaze turning menacing, "I think you are a bit mistaken. I didn't gladly marry you because my father or you said so. I married you because I want 'YOU'. But after our first night, I have barely seen you. It's like you forgot I even exist. Is that how you should treat the only consort who can satisfy you the best?"

Asher sighed, his frustration evident, "I haven't even been able to spend time with Rowena or Isola properly. So how do you expect me to come and see you when our kingdom is at war and I have my duties to fulfill? At least your mother understands. And now you—"

"Then you should ask for my help, but you don't even do that. Instead, you are the one making demands on me, leaving that letter saying that I should procure more resources and help my mother make more spare human avatars for you. But you didn't even care to tell me whatever it is you are doing on Earth," Sabina countered sharply, her ghostly red eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.

"Why should I—" Asher began, his voice tinged with exasperation.

"Of course, I don't have any right to make you tell me. As a dutiful wife, I should fulfill my king's requests without question. But...as a consort, I have some right to make demands too, and right now, I am demanding you to remind me whose consort I am," Sabina interrupted, her voice lowering seductively as she parted her lips, her gaze locked onto his with an unwavering intensity.

Asher found it quite annoying to see Sabina trying to act smart with him and asked coldly, "Or else what are you going to do?"

"Then I will just forget I read that letter, and my mother is too busy to procure those resources on her own," she declared, her brows furrowing in a calculated display of indifference.

Asher's frown deepened, his patience visibly fraying at the edges, "Then do as you wish," he retorted curtly, turning to leave, his cloak swirling around him like a dark cloud.

"What? You don't want those avatars?" Sabina's voice cracked through the air, disbelief lacing her tone as she questioned whether she had overplayed her hand. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"That's none of your business. Is it?" Asher threw over his shoulder, his words sharp as daggers, cutting through any remaining pretense.

"You heard him. So stop trying to waste his time," came a slightly annoyed yet sweetly resonant voice from behind. Sabina's head whipped to the side, her face forming a deep frown as she caught sight of a petite woman dressed in an elegant red gown, her ruby twin tails swaying with each confident step she took toward them, her ruby red eyes gleaming with determination.

Asher now realized why Naida gave him that meaningful glance. She must have sent Silvia to help him deal with Sabina, and knowing the rivalry between these two, he did feel there was no better person to help him in this situation. "Silvia? How dare you come here and interrupt my talk with my husband? Don't tell me you hit your head somewhere and lost your way?" Sabina's voice was cold, edged with a barely concealed threat as she flashed a mocking smile.

Despite the icy shiver that ran down her spine, Silvia took a deep breath and clenched her fists, her resolve firming as she strode towards Asher. Wrapping her arms affectionately around his arm, she looked up at him with adoration, an open challenge to Sabina's authority. Sabina's eyes widened, her pupils quivering with unspoken fury.

Asher allowed himself a subtle smile, but remained silent, wanting to see how Sabina was going to react. Silvia then turned to face Sabina, her voice steady, "Why would Silvia lose her way towards her future husband? And Silvia is here to make sure you won't annoy him."

"Future husband? Fufufu..." Sabina's laughter was mocking, filled with scorn as she eyed Silvia dismissively, "Who put such a dream in your head? Your weak pussy can't even satisfy my servant if I threw him at you, let alone our king."

"That's enough," Asher's voice suddenly boomed, a storm brewing in his tone as he pulled Silvia forward, wrapping his arm protectively around Silvia's neck and pressing her back against him, her head resting against his chest.

His eyes were hard, his stance firm as he declared, "Don't disrespect my fiance again."

Sabina's brow furrowed, her disbelief palpable as she challenged Asher's declaration, "What? Fiance? In what world? I never heard of such a thing or announcement."

"Well, I am announcing it now. Except for my other wives, you are the first one to hear from me, and you can consider it an official one," Asher replied coolly, his voice steady and firm, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Beside him, Silvia blushed, her cheeks brushing against his arm, the reality of her impending union with Asher still feeling like a dream. Yet, the sweetness of the moment was marred by Sabina's voice,

"No, no...This doesn't make sense. You could have got any woman a hundred times better than her as your consort. You wouldn't pick someone like her. She isn't even good at anything," Sabina spat out, her words laced with venom.

Sabina's harsh words caused Silvia to clench her fists, her joy tinged with a sharp bite of insecurity and feared Asher might get influenced by Sabina's bad remarks about her.

With her anxiety peaked, her voice trembled as she retorted, "You are just jealous he likes Silvia more than you. He will never like you if you keep being a meanie."

Sabina scoffed, her laughter mocking and cold, "Ah, I see now. My little Silvia, even if it's true that he is going to marry you, it's because he wants to form a strong alliance with your House. Don't you see...You are just a tool to gain more power. You are nothing more, and you can never be."

Silvia's expression wavered, her heart sinking at the cruel possibility. Even if she didn't want to believe it, she knew every powerful man marries mainly for the sake of power or status.

But before the doubt could fully take root, Asher intervened, his voice icy with rebuke, "Who gave you the right to judge my feelings? You are right. I did first think of simply marrying her for the sake of an alliance. But then..." He paused, turning Silvia to face him, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. "...She showed me how much she cares about me, and I couldn't help but fall for her."

"My king..." Silvia whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. In that vulnerable moment, Asher leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss filled with passion and an earnest tenderness that spoke volumes.

"Y-You…" Across from them, Sabina watched, her eyes widening in shock. The intensity of their kiss, far from the passion she had known with Asher, carried a depth that unsettled her—a sincerity that pierced through her defenses, awakening an unfamiliar ache within her amidst the anger.

The realization that Asher's feelings for Silvia were genuine left her reeling, the cold stone beneath her feet suddenly feeling even chillier as she stood alone, her heart grappling with emotions she had never anticipated.

As Asher pulled back from their passionate kiss, Silvia's cheeks held a glow that rivaled the ripest cherries. Her gaze was fervent, thick with an emotion that wove a thrumming thread of anticipation.

"Silvia wants to show her sincerity by giving herself to you. I-If you want, you can t-take Silvia now..." Her voice was a soft whisper, intimate and laden with a delicate plea. She undid the zipper on the back of her resplendent red gown, the fabric parting to reveal her petite yet enticing back. Sabina, an unwilling audience to this moment, watched with a gaze, a strange blend of anger, loathing, and disbelief mixed into it. Still, she held onto her faith, thinking Asher wouldn't succumb to such blatant and stupid seduction.

However, to her rising dismay, Asher's deep voice echoed through the silent room, "I wanted to save it for our first night, but I suppose there's no harm in doing it now." His fingers leisurely played with the belt of her gown before letting the dress slip over her supple form, pooling around her feet like a puddle of soft, red silk.

The heady surge of red reached a crescendo on Silvia's face as she stood before him, her lithe form bared to his gaze. The sight of Asher unrobing to reveal his chiseled physique made her heart pound wildly against her chest. Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of his muscular abs, a deep blush spreading over her cheeks at the sensations coursing down there.

"No...You can't do this...Not here....Not before me!" Sabina's protest rang through the room, her defiance meeting the impassive wall of their engrossed passion. Her protest fell on deaf ears as Asher pulled Silvia into his firm embrace, his fingers tracing the naked back of her body.

The seething rage bubbling up in Sabina exploded, her words a venomous spit, "You!!" She ground her teeth, her outraged gaze locked onto their intertwined forms.