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What? Spare him?I think, my lips dragging down into a frown.
“But if Ieverhear of this foolishness again,” Angramir gets close to Daranez’s face, spitting in it. “I will send you to a new form of punishment.”
Daranez is dropped to the floor, regains himself, and quickly scampers out of the ballroom. Angramir throws his fists in the air, and the court cheers. I sighed and placed my elbows on the table.
“Sire, we never do anythingfunanymore,” Yeelus complains. “We used to burn down villages.” His eyes light up. “Kill the masses, burn the witches.” He looks at me. “We used to cause mayhem and chaos. Now,” he looks at the ballroom, “all we do is sit in court and wait for your
stupid, petty plots to unfold.”
“I’m not a young demon anymore, Yeelus,” I respond firmly. “I don’t have the energy like I used to. Besides,” I motion to Angramir, “this fight is long from over. Daranez won’t take this public humiliation well.”
Yeelus snores mockingly, pretending to be asleep. Again, I roll my eyes at his indirect and childish communication skills. He opened his eyes and looked at me with contempt.
“Sire, you’re not happy. I can tell.”
I pause and look at the room, pondering his statement. While the games and rumors fill my soul for a while, at the end of the day, I do retire feeling empty. These games are the only way to distract me from the hole in my chest that I can never seem to fill.
“Maybe you’re right,” I admit. “Something is missing from my life,” I tap my finger on my chin. “But I can’t quite tell what it is. Gold has lost its luster. This food is always the same and rarely satisfying, and even this,” I motion to the room, “isn’t quite as fulfilling as it used to be.”
Yeelus shrugs slightly. “Maybe you need to get laid.”
I look at him with surprise. Laid? I haven’t enjoyed a woman in ages. I haven’t even thought about it. It's an event that is so removed from my life.
I think of the pleasure that once came from sleeping around. It used to be more of a game than anything, enjoying different women every night, the thrill of picking them up with charm and wit.
Then I looked at the court. The women here are boring. Even if some are beautiful, I doubt they would be fun to bed.
“These women are …” I pause, looking for the right word, “dull, tedious. Nothing I would waste my energy on.”
“What about Hanninra?” Yeelus asks, pointing a paw toward her.
I look at her elaborate gown and black skin. Her eyes light with striking green and gold as she converses with a lesser noble. I examine her breasts, full and plump. I remember when I first tried to talk to her years ago and grimaced.
“All she does is drone on about her desire to kill and kiss the noble’s asses.” I shrug. “While the desire to kill was attractive, I can’t help but feel she would lay there and do nothing.”
“Girrania?”
“Absolutely not.” I avoid even looking in her direction. “She’s never had a man, and I don’t have time to teach novices.”
“Well,” Yeelus said, pondering another suggestion. “What about a dark elf or an orc?” He gasps excitedly. “What about a human?”
I slam my fist on the table and glare at him. “Do I look like one to take on another breed? How sick do you think I am?”
“I’m just saying, sire, there has to be something more for you out there.”
I sit in silence and admire Yeelus’s concern for my well-being. He’s an obnoxious and disdainful creature, but he does have qualities that benefit me from time to time.
I look around the room and notice couples dancing and conversing in the corners. They smile and laugh. I wonder how the men enjoy these women who are clones of each other. They’re always the same. Kill, fuck, kiss ass. None of them desire self-support or stand up to anyone, and there is no fire in their souls.
My eyes lock on a couple in particular. Nobles. Uman is a demon of great power, and his mate Wesala is gorgeous. They command the respect of any room they enter. I find a tugging in my chest, imagining what it would be like to have that type of influence with a woman by my side.
Maybe Yeelus has a point. I have been alone for some time, and the only genuine connection in my life is him. Trust is overrated, and no one in this shithole could fulfill my expectations. They are nothing but pawns to distract and entertain me.
“No, Yeelus,” I state regretfully. “It’s a life of solitude and scheming for me.”
I can’t help but feel a twinge in my gut as if my body is rejecting the statement. I glance at the noble couple once more and wonder if there is someone out there for me, even as I tire as the years pass.
I shake the thought of monogamy from my mind, a ritual I have always hated. At least there has to be someone out there for me to bed. For now, I scan the room for my next victim of mayhem.
