She spent years on this plan, and despite her lack of outward response to Javir’s news, inwardly she fumed. Learning the dragons wanted to put a foothold in the human world, chasing women did not bode well for her plans.
“Do you think, after all the time and preparation, I would let something as simple as this get in the way of our plans?”
Javir stopped pacing. His grey eyes swung to her, looking her over and, as always, underestimating her value and exactly what she was capable of due to the slim, attractive human guise she hid behind.
She let her red lips curve up into a smile. “The King is desperate for his dragons to succeed. You can’t blame him for seeking out ways to increase the population. What is a king without a kingdom?”
“Not with humans!” spat the old, grey dragon. Venom and hatred burned in his gaze.
Breylla shrugged. “It’s why we have our deal. It is time to re-introduce what they have long forgot. We came before humans and therefore, we are their masters. Don’t worry your dragon head over these two. I will send out scouts, and then my best fighters to dispatch them.”
“It must be done before the next full moon when they are required to report to the King. They cannot be allowed to reach the realm portal alive.”
She tilted her head, her red gaze boring into the old dragon. Fury raced through her veins, but she held back her malicious words. Diplomacy is always required when dealing with fools. Javir, like all the others, served a purpose and helped build the path to the new hell she wanted to create in the Human Realm. Once their usefulness was over, it was easy to get rid of them.
“Have a little faith in my abilities. A Princess is not without her powers and ways.”
She raised her hand and snapped her long fingers. Several demons came scrambling into the throne chamber of her little section of the Hell Realm.
“Princess, we live to serve.” The large Muatti demon bowed low. The faithful black demon, large and twisted, had served her father before her, and built a reputation for getting the job done.
“Viur, there are two dragons, Slade the Sly and Brimstone the Crusher, in the Human Realm. Find them, discover their weakness, and then destroy them, but let it be done with care. Our plans cannot be discovered…well, until it is too late for anyone to do anything about it.”
“Your will is mine, Princess. I have heard of Brimstone the Crusher; he is a killer of our kind. It will be a pleasure to destroy him.” Viur turned, motioning to the two other Muatti demons. “We will not fail.”
“Take my little pet with you. He will help guide you in the Human Realm and can get close without being detected, and then you can choose best when to strike.”
Yes, her little human pet, that she had acquired as a part of her strategy. Marcus Grekko, the powerful human, business man, would be useful to help her plans. It was why she had seduced him, killed him, and trapped him within her Hell Realm to be at her beck and call. The human matched her desire for power, but he possessed a weak moral shell, one she had broken and rebuilt.
Movement, one allowing demons to move from the Hell Realm to the human one, had become extremely difficult, since the interference of the Sumerian moon god, Neman. It was his powers which sealed off the Hell Realms from the human one. Unswerving in her plans, Breylla found another way to sneak her demons into the realms via the unused passages of the Dragon Realms, more commonly known as The Outer Realm, one in which other magical creatures dwelt.
Once, millions of years ago, before the division of the realms by the foolishness of the gods, demons and magic ruled over the humans. Breylla simply wanted to restore the balance of power as it should be. With her, of course, leading the charge, she would soon rule over all of humanity.
Two simple dragons would not stand in her way. The surge of malicious intent excited her; it was a pity she would not be able to witness their demise, but for the greater good of the plan, even she must make sacrifices.
Chapter 3
Amber squealed in shock as awareness of what she was doing, and with whom, came flooding back. She was not the sort of girl to fuck a stranger within twenty minutes of meeting them, especially after recently dumping a loser boyfriend. Her face flushed hot enough to fry eggs.
Brimstone was slower to release her, even though she shoved at his chest. He set her carefully away from him, turning to face a red-faced and angry Wayne. Brimstone moved to stand in front of Amber, and handed her the card key, not even looking her way.
“Get your belongings now.” Brimstone's command was clear. Amber wanted to argue the point, that he couldn’t order her about and make her go with him, but after peeking around him, seeing the murder in Wayne's glare, she let it slide. At this point in time, she would much rather be with Brimstone than Wayne.