Demon Lords

Dabria slowly backed away from him, her cautious eyes fixated on his face keenly as though he was a predatory animal about to pounce on her.

"I will be taking my leave now, Your Highness." Dabria stuttered as she veered around to leave without thinking twice.

Immediately she turned around, a soft breeze whipped past her and she abruptly came face to face with him. Dabria's heart caught in her throat as she yelped, stumbling back in fear.

How on earth? At first, Dabria was confused on how he disappeared from his position, but then she remembered that he was the demon king. Disappearing would be a trivial activity for him.

The realization of danger hit her as Dabria realized was trapped with the demon king in the forest, with no one aware of her plight and even if Malia managed to find her, she might as well have been ripped to shreds.

"You can call me Lord Lucian, your Highness is rather for mortal kings." He stated casually, but her fear did not fade, he was far from casual and even in his neutral state he still exuded the air of chaos. His casual facade could do little to conceal the storm in his silver orbs.

"Yes, Lord Lucian, but I'm afraid I have to go, my parents will be waiting for me." Dabria said, hoping desperately he would let her go. At that moment, she felt like a bunny trapped in the claws of a predator.

"You pique my interest, it's not every day I come across a peculiar pretty thing like you." He said with an impish grin, revealing his pointy fangs.

Dabria swallowed, pressing her lips in a straight line, she clutched her dress tightly.

"You already know my name, isn't it courteous to tell yours, sweet angel?" He drawled in a low husky tone, hands dipped in his trousers as he listened for her name as though she was about to reveal a secret.

He frightened her, but at the same time, attracted her?

"It's..." Dabria paused before saying "It's Elara." She lied. It was better safe than sorry, after all, Elara had always wanted to be connected with the people in the highest hierarchy.

Dabria saw his eyes darken for a split moment, making them look like stormy clouds as he looked at her with skepticism "There was no need to lie, what is your name?" He asked calmly.

Dabria gulped softly as she searched for any signs of irritation in his demeanor, but only amusement glinted in his eyes, as though she was a new toy he had found to play with.

"My name is Dabria." She blurted out.

"Dabria." He repeated in a low tone and a wicked grin tore through his lips to reveal his pointy fangs.

"May I leave now, Lord Lucian?" Dabria asked, eager to flee from his sight, but the feeling wasn't mutual.

"Do you have any idea what you are, lost bird?" Lucian asked, pulling at the strings of her curiosity.

"I am an ordinary human, what more could I be?" Dabria asked, feigning ignorance to his question.

"I can sense your aura, no need to feign obliviousness." Lucian said in a casual tone.

"I could find out what you are, but everything comes with a price, as you already know." Lucian remarked.

Dabria's face hardened at his words. She had heard rumors of his debauchery and she was sure the price he was talking about was certainly of her becoming his concubine or whatever sick pleasure he derived in.

"I'd rather stay in the dark than believe a word that comes out of your silver lying tongue." Dabria suddenly blurted out her thoughts, something she hadn't meant to and this time, for certain, she was getting decapitated for speaking to him like that. After all, she had heard of how ruthless he was, never one to show compassion or mercy.

Dabria suddenly clamped her hand over her mouth as she realized her predicament. She wanted to plead for his forgiveness, but she was certain he wouldn't bat an eyelid at her tears, so she just stood frozen, while his relaxed demeanor was indifferent.

"Your candor amuses me, don't fret, I won't rip you apart." Lucian spoke with a nonchalant yet dark smile.

Her lips merely quivered, words unable to form from it. She was in disbelief that he had shown her mercy or as he said, he was simply amused.

Before she could elicit any reaction, four figures emerged from the shadow as they came into the light. Her orbs of shimmering amethyst widened in both awe and fright. No one needed to tell her who they were, judging from their melancholic aura and features, she could tell they were the demon lords.

The four demon lords graced her sight, each possessing a unique and eerie presence that left mortals trembling in their wake.

First among them was Eric, a being of ethereal beauty and quiet strength. Born of the union between a demon and an angel, his appearance was a testament to the conflict within him.

His long, flowing hair, as white as freshly fallen snow, cascaded down his back in waves of shimmering silver.

Yet, it was his eyes that drew the most attention, piercing orbs that glowed with a swirling dance of red and blue, a stark reminder of his dual nature. Eric's demeanor was reserved, his face always concealed beneath the shadow of his hood, ashamed of the eyes that marked him as an outcast among his kind.

Ares, the second demon lord, exuded an aura of unyielding strength and stoic resolve. Born of the union between a demon and a vampire, he was a creature of darkness and power.

His hair, as black as the deepest night, framed a face etched with lines of ageless wisdom and determination. But it was his eyes that struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to meet his gaze, pools of blood-red that seemed to pierce the very soul. Ares carried himself with an intimidating demeanor, his presence commanding respect and obedience from all who crossed his path.

Leviathan, the third demon lord, was a creature of mischief and deadly allure. Born of the union between a demon and a vampire, his appearance was as striking as it was unsettling.

His hair, a fiery cascade of blood-red, crackled with an otherworldly energy that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. His eyes, glowing with an unnatural light, held a dangerous gleam that hinted at the depths of his cunning and deceit. Leviathan delighted in luxury and excess, his love for gold and lavish living matched only by his thirst for chaos and destruction.

Lastly, there was Zariel, a demon lord of a more subdued nature. Born of the union between a demon and a human, he possessed an air of melancholy and quiet contemplation that set him apart from his brethren.

His hair, as dark as the abyss, framed a face that bore the weight of centuries of existence. His eyes, a haunting shade of grey with subtle tints of red, held a depth of emotion that belied his stoic exterior. Unlike the other demon lords, Zariel was less intimidating, his presence more subdued and understated, yet no less powerful in its own right.

Together, these four demon lords ruled over the dark realms of the world beside the demon king, their eerie and captivating presence casting a shadow over all who dared to challenge their authority.

In a world where darkness and magic held sway, they were the embodiment of fear and fascination, their names whispered in hushed tones by those who dared to speak of them. And though their motives and desires remained shrouded in mystery, one thing was certain, wherever they walked, chaos and destruction were sure to follow.