The extra is a fox eyed jester-Chapter 63: Your price.

"My nightmares? Speak properly." Azazel ordered, donning the façade of indifference once again but inside? He was beyond rattled.

It was to the point where he could hear his heart beating an aggressive rhythm.

He could only pray Liliana didn’t notice, but oh she did, she knew what she was doing to him and she savored every moment.

With a seductive swirl of her tongue on her lips, she grinned.

A slow, wicked smile which made his heart thump louder.

"Don’t you know? You’ve been walking around with a scent that would make any succubus lose their mind."

Azazel frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Your scent is a mix of despair, raw agony and a bit of innocence."

She paused.

"Then there’s hatred, that one runs deep, it’s like it’s directed at the world itself or rather someone who made you view the world that way, makes me wonder how a pampered young master like you would accumulate such negative emotions."

Her voice had lost a bit of its playful edge, it was sharper now and a bit more serious.

Azazel felt a burn smolder his veins, an emotion he hadn’t really had the pleasure of feeling ever since he transmigrated into this world.

One name, just one accursed name clawed its way out of the grave he had buried it in, a name he’d tried to enclose deep within the furthest corner of his consciousness.

’Javier!’

Even Akathartos felt it, the overwhelming rage seeping into its blade, jolting the tainted weapon awake.

’Mortal, control yourself!’

Azazel didn’t listen or rather he couldn’t listen.

His thoughts grew frantic, eyes no longer focused, instead they were filled with murderous intent.

’Javier! Javier! I’ll kill him, I’ll... that’s right, Loki gave me a second chance, he asked if I wanted revenge, that means... that means there’s a way, a way I can still make Javier pay, that bastard!’

Akathartos snapped.

’Be quiet you fool, your emotions will stir the Raven’s will awake, do you want to lose control before you can even achieve anything? All that speech, all that talk about defying fate, was it just a bluff? If you’re going to be swayed by petty emotions then just let me have your body!’

Azazel’s breath hitched.

His eyes slowly blinked into focus, while they regained their intelligence once more.

He gasped.

’T-Thanks.’

The blade went silent but Azazel could still feel the cold intent lingering somewhere within his soul.

Standing a few feet away from him, Liliana bit her lips subtly.

Her face was flushed crimson, her breath visible.

She gripped the helm of her dress tightly with trembling fingers while her eyelids lowered, causing her gaze to grow heavy and deliberate.

Her breath came out in soft shaky huffs like she was doing her best to suppress the urge to jump him.

And she was.

The moment Javier’s name name was uttered, the moment Azazel’s hatred burst forth like a dam, she’d felt it.

That sweet irresistible scent of his intensified tenfolds and it took every single ounce of control she had not to devour him.

"Did I hit a nerve?" she cooed.

Azazel face morphed into a scowl but then he took a second to observe her and she...

She wasn’t looking any better than him.

That bravado of control she thought she had? Yeah that control had slipped away.

And now? He had something he could use against her.

So he leaned forward, closer until his lips was just an inch away from her ear.

"Don’t act like you’re in control here." He whispered. "Look at you, trying to suppress that urge. You want something from me and so do I, let’s cut to the chase and get on with it, state your conditions and I’ll state mine, since you’re a demon then that’s even more convenient. You will make a pact with me."

Liliana flinched, her body shuddered against her will and that scent? it was stronger now. She could feel her hunger spiraling out of control.

Her breath grew frantic and she swallowed deeply, then forced a nervous smile.

"Well aren’t you getting a little bit bold young master, a pact isn’t something to be done lightly you know, it works when there’s an exchange, do you desire power? If so then a pact is your best option, but be warned the price is never cheap."

Azazel stared, chuckled, then asked in a low tone.

"So what’s the price to obtain you? Not just your power but you, Lily or Liliana, whatever you call yourself. You see I don’t desire power I have means of obtaining that, even if I have to bleed for it, what I need are pawns, capable pieces I can move on a whim, command as I see fit."

He lingered, letting the words settle.

"I want people who will do my biddings without question, people who are loyal to me. So what is the price I have to pay for it."

The succubus blinked, her eyes widened just for a second before the corners of her lips curled slightly in intrigue.

"You’re asking me... to pledge my loyalty to you? What can you offer that would measure up to my worth, shall I tell you?"

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing. You can’t offer anything worth mentioning to me, not your petty coins or empty promises, you’re simply not worth the effort. You’re just someone who happens to complement us perfectly, the negative emotions around you suits my taste well enough but that’s all there is to you, little trickster. What can you offer me in return for betraying the demons?."

Azazel didn’t say a word, didn’t interrupt her while she spoke, instead he laughed.

A slow, ominous chuckle. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The type that belonged to a cornered predator regaining a fraction of control over its prey.

"Well isn’t this amusing." He said, "I thought as much... it’s different from the game, from everything the forums said, those were merely degraded versions of the real thing."

He let his gaze meet her eyes.

"I thought you were just a human who made a contract with the succubus queen, but now I’m a bit more certain..."

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

"You, are a demon yourself, not contracted nor created by one, you were born as one. And judging from the way you hold yourself in high regards, you’re somewhere around the higher levels in the demon hierarchy, isn’t that right?"

Liliana’s smile had faded completely.

Her expression became cold and unreadable as she spoke.

"I must commend you, Azazel Von Astavore, you’ve managed to figure out quite a lot about me, even though I wasn’t trying to hide anything, but then what change does that make?" She asked.

Azazel tried to speak but Liliana was quick to interrupt him.

"Ah, ah, ah... careful young master, depending on your answer I might actually kill you. You know far too much to be left alone and while it would be a shame just to end you here, I can always absorb all the essence within that body of yours and leave your parents wondering what happened to their child. Trust me manipulating your death wouldn’t take much of a deception."

Azazel inhaled then scoffed.

Ignoring the overwhelming pressure which was bearing down on him.

"Make no mistake Liliana, I never intended to lose out on this bargain from the very beginning. You keep ranting on about expectations and how I’m not worth your loyalty but let me ask you, are you satisfied with the façade of freedom you think you have right now?"

Her gaze turned dark.

"What?"

"I said, are you happy with the limited time you have? How long until you get called back to the demon realm, a year? Two? Six at best? They’re growing impatient aren’t they? The demons. The only reason why you were ever allowed to breathe the air of the mortal realm was because of you were sent on an assignment to get one of the Astavore family spawns or the head himself to destroy the barrier separating the demon realm from the mortal realm."

Liliana’s face had gone pale at this point, what Azazel had just casually tossed to her face was something no one was ever supposed to know about.

It was a classified information even among the demons.

Only a handful of demons knew about it and even then those demons weren’t low ranked or intermediate level, they were demonic dukes and princes, second only to the demon King himself.

Just how did an arrogant, overconfident lout get his hands on classified information.

She snarled, her hands moving before Azazel could utter another word, but he was quicker.

The space around her hands swirled visibly with chaotic gray mana, one that stopped her attack with ease it was almost ridiculous.

Azazel moved, just an inch closer, but enough to seem intimidating.

"Swear your loyalty to me and I will give you the freedom you desire. Use me as you please, so long as it doesn’t harm my family or the realm in any way then I don’t mind, become my blade Liliana and I’ll make sure you never have to bend to the whims of the demon King or his council ever again."