Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 149

POV: ????

I cannot stop my tongue from slithering away as I stay on guard over the door, even if my master dislikes the constant move of the forked limb out, as a snake demon I cannot help but let it slide once in a while, especially when I am upset and nervous.

And now I am both.

Is already the third woman my master defiles that day, even going so far as to ask for new and untouched woman for him to be rough with; does he even think when he asks such things? Does he even know just how hard it is to find humans at all, much less new and virgin ones?; and the possibilities of what may have left him in such a foul mood are as dreadful as the acts he is doing in there as I listen to it all, unable to ignore the muffled screams and the sounds of this one sided pleasure.

Most humans thought us demons took pleasure in their suffering just because we are what we are, but reality is quite different and most do not share the pleasure of torturing humans as most lords have, especially my master who invested time and effort into these humans farms, and little to no one could go against him, and because of his powers is no wonder he diffused these farms towards the island, to increase his own army.

I stop my dangerous thoughts once I notice he is finally finished, sobs coming from the poor woman but otherwise quiet now.

I try not to jolt when my master kicks the door open, his clothes still falling in places and open on his chest, but he does not give a care as he keeps walking in long strides, to my relief he finally does not ask for another woman even though he still seems mad at something, not looking remotely satisfied even after three rounds of rough sex and filling warm human blood.

I lower my head down, making a conscious effort to stop my snake tongue from tasting the air as I quietly follow behind my master, tension building up in the castle as its lord does not seem to calm down, a sharp scythe over every servant’s neck, threatening, one misstep enough to end in the guillotine these days.

At least those women had some value to master, to having stronger hybrid devils to inherit his strength, to be his strength, and the jealousy I feel should not be there, after all they were mere incubators, their value gone once they could not conceive anymore.

And only I could stay so close for so long alongside my master, even if hidden in his shadows.

That thought brings a lick out of my snake mouth, a small smile that I am quick to hide as I lower my eyes to his feet.

"Ahh, that child, causing me trouble like this, it was fun while it lasted, a puppy growling at the alpha wolf, amusing even, but now it bit the paw that fed him now didn’t he..." Master starts talking to no one in particular, voicing his distress with a hint of poisonous sarcasm in his voice.

"But not to worry, not to worry, I have a surprise for him, for all in fact, all those that dare question my power, my ways, will have to face my flames..."

Yes, oh yes milord! I think, a shudder threatening to shake the scales of my body. It would be divine to see master finally where he belongs, on the utmost top of the chain, rather, on top of the world.

This time around there is no way to hide my excitement, my snake eyes shining like an orb of skystars, and suddenly having my master’s great eyes on me I cannot help but coil.

"And what is there that such lowly you are smiling at? Such display of idiocy is uncalled for, or perhaps you wish to keep that smile permanently while I cut your fingers off?"

"N-not such a thing my sire! Is just, to see our great master standing above all just the way it should be was such a delightful thought that I could not help but smile!"

My scales shivered under his gaze, his expression void and empty that I couldn’t tell the effect my words had on him, and already dreading the pitiful end I would have for my stupidity I could not hold back my trembling body any longer, fidgeting with my sweaty hands.

Only that, he smirks next, and give a loud laugh as he says:

"Quite so indeed, the place where the great I should be, to give this wicked world the ruler it deserves, to finally put an end to all wars as I crush all the opposing warriors at my feet, ah, I cannot wait, but soon, soon I will crush all there is that oppose me with great strength and no mercy."

My magnificent master sits down on his throne, drinking his red beverage in one go while cleaning his velvet lips with the back of his hand while a dark shadow covers his eyes, a smirk putting his fangs in display as he says to himself, my lowly self quickly forgotten as I slitter back into the shadows, ready to serve him.

"But I cannot lie, his betrayal fills my dark heart with joy and excitement, so much like myself that I can already tell why that son of mine survived this long, cunning as my young self, ha!"

He clicks his tongue before saying, a pit of fire waiting to explode shining inside his pupils: "So come my son, come! Hit me with all you have! Strike me with all those that wish to betray me!" He screams, anger flowing back and forth from his voice flowing as quickly as his emotions, lowering down to a cold sharp tone as he ends:

"That way it makes it easier for me to kill them all in one fine swoop, and as for you... you will make a great addition to my army...ha, hahaha!"

At that night my master’s joy was heard through all the castle, reverbing on the stone walls that will, one day, hold the Wrecked King of this world.

And for that day, I, his lowly servant, cannot wait.