The Majesty's Response

The white-haired person Domhall said earlier rang a bell for Ellaine. She felt her heart skip a bit as she wasn't aware that those two people had encountered already.

She stood up and made a whimpered expression when she turned her body on Domhall who was staring at himself on the mini-fire lake.

"You need to stay away from her, Domhall!" she shouted in panic as fear consumed her body. "I'm currently monitoring her, so let me take care of this, okay?"

Domhall, on the other hand, was busy looking at his facial features as he noticed that his burned skin in his demon form subsided a little bit, but his brows furrowed immediately when he heard how Ellaine shouted at him, and how the sinners who heard her gasped in amusement because of what she did.

In an instant, Domhall turned his head in Ellaine's direction, with his dark and deadly gaze, as he extended his hand with his hand slightly folded— which has enough space for Ellaine's neck to fit in.

"Ah!"

Without Ellaine knowing, she immediately floated from where she was standing, and she found herself going in Domhall's direction, and after that, his hand was already on her neck, gripping it which gave her the fear she never had before.

"Shout at me again, and you won't be able to reincarnate, not even as a cockroach," Domhall told her in a commanding tone as he cracked his neck a bit, trying not to let anger consume his body.

She gulped hard as she saw how deadly the gaze Domhall was thrown at her, and how dark the aura he had all over his body.

This is the first time she saw him have this kind of rage.

Even his imperial horns were sparkling as fire surrounded every part of it, while his other hand was creating an immense power of fire in it. She could even feel the heat of the fire he created, which was the first time she experienced it.

"Ack!" Ellaine couldn't speak as she felt how Domhall's grip on her neck tightened to the point that the air couldn't even reach her.

She almost ran out of breath as she held his arms using both of her hands, trying to beg for her life.

Domhall threw her onto the floor and Ellaine gasped for air while holding her neck. She felt a large decrease in her power as Domhall was unconsciously consuming it.

She forgot that Domhall can even get his source of power on any people, even on devils like her.

Ellaine was in a large daze as Domhall moved his hand again, and in a split second, Domhall had her neck again as he pushed her onto the wall.

Her back hurt a lot because of that, but she couldn't dare to speak even just one word as some of his veins, which were already colored black, showed up on his neck and arms.

"If you want to be my spirit guide for a long time, then shut the fuck up," the King commanded, and his voice echoes all over the place. "I am your king, and you'll just answer my damn questions and not give me your useless advice. I don't fucking need it."

"Y-Yes, my king." Ellaine just nodded.

Domhall could feel her body shaking in fear and pain. He closed his eyes as he let go of her for the second time and immediately went back to his throne.

Ellaine could even hear his feet stomping as the whole place was in silence. Even the sinners couldn't make a scene. They're afraid that they would catch Domhall's attention, so they just stay in their places.

"The majesty may give you the power that you have, but where are you? At my territory," Domhall even added to say as the fire surrounding the inferno went bigger. "This is my place. You're the one who made me like this."

Ellaine thought that he was finished speaking as he placed both of his hands onto his pants, but her eyes widened when Domhall spoke about something she never thought would come out of his mouth.

"On top of that, don't you dare lay your hands on her," he commanded in an intimidating tone. "I'm the one to deal with her."

"Why?" Ellaine stood up even though her knees were weak and trembling. "Why are you being like this— Ah!"

"You're not taking me seriously, aren't you?"

She bit her lower lip as her feet were floating. Domhall wasn't holding him, but his powers were too much she could feel his power burning onto her skin.

When she looked at her hand, her face grimaced in horror as her long, slender fingers were starting to look like a skeleton. And aside from it being ugly in her eyes, the feeling was also painful, as the word pain was an understatement for what she felt.

"One more question and I won't hesitate to snap your neck," he told her before he closed his eyes for a second as Ellaine fell hard on the floor. "Get out of my sight."

After that, Ellaine immediately teleported to another dimension where the majesty is currently hiding. Like her son, Domhall, the majesty was also powerful and had fire as its source of strength.

The only difference was that she was caged onto this place because of that power. So, that power had gone to waste as the only place where she could use it was in this place. This black, quiet, and lonely cage as Ellaine describe it.

"Your majesty." Ellaine kneeled and bowed in front of her.

This is how people like her should greet the royal family except for Domhall. At that time, she realized she wasn't treating him like a king, but she treated her like a friend— which was strictly forbidden.

Maybe she had crossed the line this time.

"Acknowledged, Ellaine." The majesty smiled at her as she moved her hand, commanding her to stand.

"It's been a while since I saw you," she even added before she sip onto her plain black coffee.

Ellaine just smiled before telling her the reason why she went here.

"King Domhall… He was causing a scene," she spoke as her gaze was fixated on the floor. "He met with Louisanna already."

'If the majesty would give me more power to control her son, maybe I could do something,' she said in the back of her mind, but she couldn't say it as she was waiting for the majesty to be enraged by her sentence.

But, her eyes widened before furrowing her brows when she heard what the majesty replied to her.