The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 39: Letter *

Noontime. Contrary to the white scenery of Belfort, the Belford Mansion was fraught with greenery- as if frigid year did not hit it at all.

The household was serene. But-

“Malady! Malady!” A young maid charged through the corridors. None in the way tried to stop her because she was the life of the house and was heavily doted by the lady of the house.

The maid pushed through the door and entered an extravagantly decorated room. A charming middle aged woman was sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed. The beauty mark near her left eye only added to her charms.

“What’s wrong, little Snow?” The lady opened her eyes and smiled.

“Malady! A letter came for you.” The maid rushed towards her with the envelope on her hand.

“A letter?” She frowned. “It has been ages since I last got one of these.” She took the envelope and examined it. There were no seals on it, not even a name.

“Who could it be? A past lover?” The maid giggled.

“Or maybe a present one.” The lady winked. Both of them laughed.

The lady tore the envelope, there was only a single piece of paper in it. She began to read. The very first sentence caused her to frown. She continued. The more she read, the more her face twisted. Once she went through every one of the words, her hand with the letter began to tremble.

Her actions cased the maid to frown. She was curious but she did not ask anything.

“Little Snow. Fire.” The lady twisted and crushed the paper into a ball.

The maid brought out her palm and a fire ignited on it. The lady threw the crushed paper into it. In a few seconds, it turned into ashes.

“I knew it would come to haunt me one day. But why did it have to be in the form of this cursed letter?” She sighed. She then looked at her worried and confused maid. “Little Snow, prepare the carriage. Let’s just face it and get it over with.”

The sorry state of her master who always smiled was crushing the young maid’s heart. But she complied nonetheless.

******

Afternoon.

“Where are you going at this time of the day?” Marquess Belford could not help but ask, seeing her beloved wife all dressed up.

“Who is the one evading duties and letting his poor wife deal with the messes?” She gave him a look.

“Ahem. It’s not called evading duties my dear. I just want to deal with them more efficiently after proper planning.” He walked to her and gave her a waist hug.

“And I just happen to complete them before you could finish the planning, right?” She rolled her eyes before grabbing his shoulders.

He gave a peck on her lips.

“Mother! Father!” A boy and a girl ran towards them. Both of them were in their early teens, seemingly twins.

The man smiled. The lady’s eyelids twitched; but she smiled nonetheless.

“Look, dear. It’s getting late. Do you want your poor wife to come late at night?” She made a puppy face.

“Oh. Sorry.” He let go off her. “Will you go alone?”

“Little Snow will drive the carriage.”

“Are you sure you don’t need any bodyguards?”

“Why? So that I can protect them?” She smiled.

He coughed. “See you later then. Stay safe.”

“See you.” She waved her hand.

******

A carriage carrying the insignia of the Belford house was wheeling across a street in the fortified city of Belfort.

Ethansa Belford was now wearing a hood and a cloth mask, hiding her face.

She knocked on the carriage wall. The small window in the front opened.

“Yes, Malady?”

“I will get off two alleys later. You know what to do.”

“Rest assured Malady. You will reach your ‘destination’.” The window closed again.

A few seconds later. The carriage door opened for a split second before closing again. The carriage was now- empty.

Ethansa walked through the narrow and dark alley until she was right at the centre of the red light district. Though she had never been here before, she had memorised the maps. She followed her memory to her destination.

She was now in front of an old and abandoned wooden house. She had heard of the rumours- the building was abandoned because it was haunted; a whole family was murdered. She looked around. Once assured that nobody was noticing her, she took a deep breath.

*Creak*

The old and rusty door slowly opened. No sooner had she entered than the lanterns on the walls of the corridor started to light up- row by row.

Before she could process what was happening, *Slam* the door behind her shut close. She jumped away from the door.

“Follow the light.” A whisper entered her ears.

She nervously looked back. Nobody was there. Only the lanterns kept shimmering.

She was scared. But she remembered why she was here. She gulped and began to walk through the corridor. Once she reached the end, she was met with darkness.

*Snap*

Tens of lanterns, torches and candles lit up at the same time. Her eyes closed as the sudden influx of light was too much for them.

Once she opened her eyes, a relatively long dining table came into view. There was a dozen of candles at the edges- lighting it up. At the other end of the table sat a man wearing a black mask. His only recognisable features were his jet black hair and his eyes which seemed a few shades darker.

But the the weirdest aspect of that man was his ‘absence’. He was right in front of her eyes, but she could not sense his presence.

‘Is he a ghost?’ She gulped.

“Welcome, miss Ethansa Belford. Please remove those things. I have heard of your beauty. And I want to see it for myself.” She heard his charming and noble voice. That voice couldn’t belong to a commoner ghost, could it?

She was hesitant. But she removed the hood and mask nonetheless. There was nothing to hide. She looked at him with her beautiful eyes.

“Go on. Your clothes are getting in the way.” His voice again reached her ears.

“You!” She took a step back. “Do you think you can do whatever you want?” She revealed her level 5 aura.

“Yes I can.” He turned his head to the side. “Sis.”

She suddenly felt an aura which began to press down that of her own. “A high level!” She shouted with widened eyes.

Even she, a marchioness of the Kingdom of Nemphis, did not have the authority to keep a high level circler as her guardian. Just who was that man?

“Come on now, you don’t want the world to know of your misdeeds, do you? Take them off.”

She looked down and bit her lips. Her clenched fists were trembling. But she came to a decision.

She slowly took off her clothes, including the underwear. She was now completely naked. She tried to hide her motherly breasts and trimmed crotch- but to no avail. Her eyes did not dare to look at him.

“Not bad indeed. Now, come. Get up on the table and crawl towards me.” His voice had yet to lose that noble and charming tone.

Blood began to trickle from her lips, nerves began to show on her naked and trembling arms. But she dropped any rebellious thoughts she had when the high level aura locked onto her again.

She slowly approached the table and got up on it. She began to crawl on all fours. The short distance felt like hundreds of kilometres. But she took one step at a time.

She finally reached her destination. Her sorry face was a few inches away from his masked face.

“Sit. And show me your lower lips.”

She reluctantly followed. She sat and opened her legs, letting her vagina come into his view.

“Good girl. Now, play with it.”

She gritted her teeth, took one of her hands and touched down there. Her hand began to play with her clit. A few seconds later, she started to rub her vulva. Before long, two of her fingers were already in there.

She realised that doing it in front of a complete stranger made the experience even more pleasurable. But this fact only added to her ‘guilt’.

*Squirt*

But this feeling of ‘guilt’ made her orgasm faster. Her quick breaths had yet to calm down.

He reached out one of his hands; it’s target- her pussy.

She panicked and used her own wet hand to block it.

His charming voice turned cold. “What? Having second thoughts? I wonder what your ‘beloved’ husband’s reaction will be when he finds out that the children running around in his house are not of his own.”