Who said you are pretty?

I felt a surge of anticipation as I reached for the door handle. I had been waiting for this moment, and now that it was finally here.

As I pushed the door open, I was greeted by darkness, my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and I could make out a figure seated in the middle of the room.

Then as if my arrival had triggered a spell the lights flickered on, lighting the room with dim lights. That was enough light for me to clearly see her.

She was sitting in the center of the room, dressed in all black with a mask covering her face. There was no cape, but she was still fully obscured with clothes, unlike the last time when her dress barely left anything to the imagination.

Fortunately, I remember everything, the curve of her hips, the shape of her lips, her long legs to her melodic laughter. I remember everything.

Her red demonic eyes fixed on mine as mine were fixed on her.

My hands were itching to tear that mask hugging her face. I fisted them, not wanting to rush her. I will have plenty of time to relish her.

She sat there without a care, lazily draping herself on the chair, her posture perfect and her gaze fixed on him. I could sense her power and dominance, and it thrilled me.

For a moment, I simply stood there, taking in the scene before me. She looks so mysterious and alluring, the black of her outfit contrasting sharply against her skin. I couldn't help but feel drawn to her, and my curiosity and desire were piqued.

She is so much more than just a demoness, so much more than just an assassin, there is mystery and intrigue surrounding her, and she is wrapped tightly within layers of secrecy, I plan on unraveling her.

The thing that astounded me and thrilled me was that she was a demon. From the way she was using magic I had thought that she was a witch or an elf, the way she would teleport, the bird made out of magic, I know there are charms that can be used by any species, but I was certain that she would be a witch.

Then she appeared in that short black dress, surprising me, and making me question my judgment. It was the most pleasant surprise.

I was ecstatic to find out she was a demon, I thought it would be a piece of cake to find her now that I knew who she was. It was the most frustrating few days of my life.

I, the prince of demons, wasn't able to find a demon. I was ready to draw blood.

With her skills and power, there were only a few demons who were qualified to match the criteria, to begin with. The list of powerful demons was in my hands, after checking and rechecking every single of the 300 candidates on the list, I couldn't find a single clue as to who it might be.

It will not be long before I find out exactly who she is, and where she came from. Everything about her.

"Look who's here, the pretty boy," she said, her voice music in my ears. "Are you sure your girlfriend there doesn't mind that you are here?" There was a fire in her eyes as her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Without speaking, I slowly made my way toward her, my eyes locked on hers. I could feel the intensity of her stare as I approached, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind.

Will she leave me again this time leaving me confused, wanting more? I was careful as I made my wave to her,

Finally, I stood before her, the air between us charged with an electric energy. I could feel her presence enveloping me, her power radiating from her in waves.

I let my powers out, letting them flow towards her, she shivered as they wrapped around her.

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"Hello, little bird," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, it resonated in the silent room. A shiver ran down my spine as his powers engulfed me.

He was close, so close to me I could smell his I could feel him even with the distance between us. I let him get close, I don't know why, He leaned in his eyes roaming over my body, I could feel the ghost of a touch as where his eyes land on me.

I was not shy about checking him out, there is something about him. I have met countless men and most of them were hot as hell, but my interest in him goes beyond his hotness, it might be because he found me, when no one else thought to look for me. It might be because he keeps challenging me, he will never win. It might be because he sees me as more than a mere assassin.

He sees me as someone who is worthy of his time. Someone worthy of challenging.

"She is not my girlfriend," he finally said, I know she is not, but it is good to hear, "Were you jealous of her? Is that why you sent the bird?" he asked a sly grin on his face. I smiled as well as I remembered the sweet sound of her scream, when the bird landed on her dress. What I would have given to see the look on her face.

"You enjoyed it huh?" he purred, his voice like silk, as his glowing red eyes pierced mine. "Look at you smile." He could not actually see the smile. As my mask covered my face. By the way he was watching me, he was certainly imagining it.

"Can you blame me? It was fun." I replied, leaning close to him, there was only a breath of space left between us now, "Why would I be jealous of her pretty boy? Is she prettier than me?"

"Who said you are pretty?"