Azazel.

Demon King Cursed’s Bride.

Azazel.

Tiberius's eyes lit up. "Really?" he asked.

"Oh, dear Tiberius, I am a man of my word," Devon said, grinning at the man.

"I don't believe you. What do you want in return?" Tiberius spoke.

"I want nothing but your bone arrow," the king said.

Tiberius's eyes widened. The bone arrow was an extremely rare item that only vaewolves could make, with the ability to destroy a nation. Because of the power of the vaewolves, their whole species almost went extinct.

Only a very few vaewolves could be found, and one unlucky thing is that the arrow is made from their ribs and blood.

"Okay, but in exchange, I don't want her highness but something else," Tiberius said.

The king was not fazed. He knew that creatures like Tiberius were cunning.

"Why don't you want her highness? Isn't she your mate? Okay, name your price," Devon said while staring at him.

"I want your most precious item. As for her highness, she is of no use," Tiberius spoke.