Eternal torture

"My lord." A man whose back arched towards Lothaire greets.

Lothaire side-eyes him and begins to walk with hands behind his back.

"Tell me Wyck." He says finally.

Five of his most strongest demons had been killed in the span of a single night, then Endora comes with that stupid spell, weakens more of the demons and let's her minions finish them off immediately. Now, only a handful of demons remained which was nothing but saddening.

Wyck Rooker was another strong demon but he was mostly focused on the messages that passed around supernaturals. Lothaire was thankful he wasn't present in any of theses scenes.

"We've just delivered the message to the vampires and they really are not taking it lightly."

"Of course, why would they?" Lothaire's lips twitch. "She was the heir."

"Yes my lord and unlike you, they do not sacrifice their own to just create a weapon out of them." A scowl appeared on his face.

Ha! Wyck Rooker. When all other demons tremble in his sight, Wyck Rooker was one to actually create the blaze. He'd never cease to say what he wanted to even if it was bound to kill him.

Lothaire turns to the man and smirks with a scoff. "Anything you maybe want to let out, Wyck?" Lothaire's tone was low but threatening.

"Yes my lord." He ignores the danger and keeps on, "You let the demons use the heart of Llyas for a spell that could actually make us weak like humans and then..... Zamiel." His voice now turns even dangerous, anger coated in it.

What's the use respecting someone that keeps putting them in the mouth of the lion.

"You let the f**king dark witches take him to....grr..grr"

Lothaire's hands was suddenly wrapped tightly around his neck, his legs a few feet above the ground as he struggles for air.

"I wonder if its confidence or just stupidity leading you on." He tightens his hold around his neck and with a loud thud drops him to the floor.

"But anyways I like it." Lothaire leers. "Get your butt up so I can explain." He says and begins to walk again.

It was no doubt Lothaire had always had a soft spot for Wyck, he'd known him even before he had both sons. His tongue was sharp but he also knew how to play the right cards and there was just something peculiar about him that Lothaire had failed to pin point all these years.

Lothaire smiles to himself. He was going to find it out.....eventually!

Wyck glares at Lothaire's back whilst getting up. He marches to him and utters no word.

"You see, Llyas and Zamiel went too far as to create something greater than us, that could easily destroy us..."

"You mean you." Wyck cuts him off.

Lothaire eyes twinkle with a malicious glint. "I should warn you Wyck, too much of everything is quite toxic and could lead to death-your death." He stops and turns around to face the man, his face void of any emotion.

"Llyas mated to a witch, who for some reason we can't still find and hopefully doesn't have a child which is impossible due to my strong genes. It'll be disappointing if Llyas didn't have an heir, right?

Anyways my friend, we all know demons don't exactly die forever, they just return back to their bases and both sons needed to be taught a lesson so I sent them to....you know where" he winks at Wyck.

"Hell!..... You sent them there to face eternal torture? But why Lothaire?"

Lothaire rolls his eyes. "Please stop exaggerating it. They're demons, its where they belong." And he laughs out.