Chapter 6 Attack

This feeling is so enthralling!

'Brother, if only you can see me now.'

{so beautiful~}

{Ah, a little harder, mm, yes~}

{Mm the death smells sweeter than the flesh blood~}

{worthy~}

My blood sang, and the voices praised me, which I allowed. More emerged, and I tore into them, keeping them away from my master. A smile spread across my face as I faced both him and the other male, who reeked of barely suppressed desire for me. He intrigued my inner self, but his weakness made him a vulnerability for us, so I ignored him. Once the attack and one-sided killing finally came to an end, the entire room was left soaked in blood, a grim testament to the violence that had just occurred. The shocking sight was overwhelming, and I found myself absorbed in the horrifying scene before me, both physically and emotionally affected by the aftermath.

He's not like brother.

Not like master.

The guards under my command held their ground, awaiting my signal. I stood beside my master as the guards entered the room, using their various senses to scan their surroundings. "Calm, Anessa," he said calmly. I felt a sense of calm wash over me at the name used around strangers, my shell, not the inner me.

Inside, I trembled, and a smile spawned my face.

A throaty laugh escaped my inner self.

I was fucking high off my adrenaline, so fucking high the voices were still speaking.

{More~}

{Kill them all~}

{Drown in their blood~}

{tear their flesh~}

{Why stop?}

{More~}

{More~}

I became irritated because of their excitement. Gritting my teeth, I roared in my mind to them. 'SILENCE OR I WILL FEED OFF OF YOU!' They went silent.

I paced restlessly within the confines of my blood-red void, feeling the weight of the darkness pressing around me. After a moment, I came to a halt to closely examine my hands-each one was red and sharp, similar to the shell's.

I ran my fingers through my mass of curly hair, focusing on looking through my shell again. At first, the realization that the real me was trapped, unable to see or touch the outside world, depressed me. But over time, I accepted it. True, back then, I couldn't understand any of it; why is it that I was the same, yet not the same? Trapped in this body-shell- that is alive and still dead? What am I?

Inside, I pursed my lips. The shell was still, but I controlled it to look at my master.

Separated from an entirely separate space, what did they call it? Domain-conscious?

I am still confused because even with the voices; it was still hard to accept it.

Shoving those bothersome thoughts aside, I focused on the master; he looked fine. He is not a weak male, but in my eyes, he is still slightly weak.

It's normal to attack the red demon heir.

So many wished to kill him. I could have killed them all, but what's the fun in that?

I love how they continue to struggle, love how they continue to fight against the so-called tyrannical rule of the red demons.

Such stupid demons, inferior to us humans... well I am one now, a demon sadly and the way how things are going I doubt I am only that and the wolf.

The guards were conversing as I scanned the room and the halls, eventually encompassing the entire Palace. A smile appeared; thirty more were unnecessary-three or four would suffice.

I paused and turned to my master. With a flick of my hand, I seized one of the guards and drew him closer. He was relatively new and an obvious target, but one shouldn't ignore those who have been around longer; a dormant spy can be very effective. I forced my way into his mind, searching for his reasons for betraying the master he had vowed to protect. A painful roar escaped him, and although his body did not reflect the pleasure I felt deep inside, I savored his screams like a beautiful melody as I gathered the information I needed. His horrified eyes regarded me as a monster; 'pity they are right, but they will never know the truth,' I thought.

He ultimately broke and died; perhaps I was too ruthless, but what value does a living traitor hold? None at all.

I dropped his shrivelled head and glanced at the guards, their imposing armored forms betraying their fear-a pathetic sight.

It constantly amazes me, that those who served, a third entered only traitors with other masters who covet what they should not. This is perfect for me though; I am doing the royal family a service by helping cull the population.

I couldn't help but smile when the captain appeared his mouthwatering presence causing me to swallow hard. His mere presence commanded attention. How could I miss him? His presence alone commanded attention.

The captain was by far the largest male I have ever had the pleasure to see. And among the most handsome, he will be one of my males if he lived long enough. I watched intently as his formidable form dropped gracefully to one knee, his bulging biceps flexing and tensing under the strain as he raised his armored helm.

The dark braided hair fell from its prison, imagine wrapping it around my hand forcing him to look up at me for a soul-stealing kiss, As I shifted restlessly in my void, my imagination ran wild, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation, almost like a pervert delighting in a forbidden thought.

Eventually, I will make it a reality, 'Don't die on me, captain.' I whispered silently.

Inwardly I sighed at the sight just as those dark slanted eyes came into view, his face was even a testament of beauty as well unable to be hidden from my critical sight. At present those beautiful perfectly slanted eyes focused on the prince and then the highborn. I was overlooked but there was no surprise. Sooner or later, I will be all he notices. As a grey demon being overlooked is normal.

The captain in a respectful tone spoke moments later, his deep voice like rolling thunder instigating respect and fear. "Greetings, my prince. I am here to report."

The prince remained silent, but the captain, familiar with his subtle cues, knew exactly how to proceed.