Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 658: Becoming The Villain

Do note that from when forth, this flashback takes a gory, dark and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.

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"You cannot defeat him," Fayre declared to Azula, her voice firm yet tinged with compassion. Sensing Azula’s intent for revenge, Fayre felt compelled to intervene, hoping to sway the demon’s resolve. She empathized with Azula’s pain and shared in her anger, but she knew that dwelling on the past would only lead to more suffering. Benjamin was genuinely striving for change, and Azula needed to let go before she inflicted further harm upon herself. It was the least Fayre could do—urge Azula to reconsider before she met her own demise.

"Smart Fae," Azula smirked, her movements deliberate as she slowly rose from her seat. The tension in the air grew thicker, taut like a stretched wire, on the verge of snapping. Her expression twisted into a wicked grin as she addressed Fayre in a low, sinister tone.

"Who said I wanted to defeat him? I simply want him to feel the agony of losing something precious to him." Her voice dripped with venom as she emphasized her sinister intent, each syllable laced with malevolence.

As realization dawned on Fayre that she was Azula’s target, the demon lunged at her, nearly within reach, when Benjamin sprang into action. His hand shot out defensively, summoning a massive mass of shadows that slammed into Azula, sending her staggering backward, her body colliding with the farthest wall.

"Fayre, are you alright?" Benjamin’s eyes widened with fear and concern as he rushed to check on his mate. Fayre remained frozen with shock, her body trembling as she processed the close encounter with death. Her life literally flashed before her eyes, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of terror that had gripped her in that moment.

As Azula picked herself up from the ground, she couldn’t help but groan from the pain coursing through her body. "Oww, that really hurt," she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with irritation.

Yet, her annoyance quickly turned to disdain as she realized her arm lay at an unnatural angle. With a scoff, she pushed the bone back into place without so much as a grunt or grimace.

It wasn’t that Azula didn’t feel pain; rather, this discomfort paled in comparison to the agony she endured when her tail was ruthlessly hacked with a blunt knife until she lost consciousness.

Moreover, Azula had come here with a singular purpose—to meet her end. Unlike Benjamin, she had nothing left to lose. She was determined to drag both Benjamin and his mate to the very gates of hell.

For the first time, vulnerability flickered in Benjamin’s gaze, panic gripping his heart as he refused to entertain the thought of losing his beloved mate to the deranged succubus, Azula. He had caused this. If there was anyone that deserved to die, It should be him. His sweet, innocent Fayre had nothing to do with this. Unfortunately, Azula showed no mercy, taking no prisoners in her relentless pursuit of vengeance.

Even as Benjamin tended to Fayre, Azula launched herself at them once more, her ferocity akin to a tsunami. Acting on instinct, Benjamin shoved Fayre out of harm’s way just in time, but he himself became ensnared in Azula’s grasp. With a vice-like grip around his throat, Azula dragged him across the ground, the flooring splintering and shattering beneath their tumultuous struggle.

Azula was determined to bring down the house and didn’t care about the level of damages. A crazed glint danced in her eyes as she pinned Benjamin to the ground, reveling in the sight of her adversary at her mercy.

But Benjamin refused to submit without a fight. He grasped Azula’s grip, igniting a fierce struggle between them. Their grappling was a spectacle to behold—swift, powerful, and relentless. The exchange of strength and speed would leave any onlooker breathless as they witnessed two formidable forces of nature locked in combat. In that moment, it became apparent that Benjamin and Azula were evenly matched, each refusing to yield an inch in the intense battle.

Benjamin’s fist connected with Azula’s jaw, the force of the blow sending her hurtling backwards. Yet, in a display of supernatural agility, Azula sprang back to her feet in the blink of an eye, launching herself at Benjamin with ferocious speed. With a powerful spear, she collided with him, the impact sending them crashing through walls and into another room, debris cascading in their wake.

Both combatants groaned in pain as they absorbed the impact, but it was Benjamin who bore the brunt of the blow. Despite his injuries, Azula was the first to rise, a twisted grin curling her lips. Unlike Benjamin, who seethed with frustration at the prospect of losing to a demon, Azula relished every moment of the confrontation. Perhaps she was truly unhinged, or perhaps she found perverse joy in the chaos she wrought.

This time, Azula waited for Benjamin to rise to his feet, observing him with a twisted smirk as blood trickled from a wound on his head caused by the debris. Yet, to her dismay, Benjamin’s injuries healed almost instantaneously. With a fierce glare, he wiped the blood from his forehead, smearing it across his face before spitting out a mouthful of blood. His demeanor shifted, his eyes ablaze with righteous anger. He was done toying with the demon; it was time to end this once and for all.

As expected, Azula charged at him with her usual fervor. However, Benjamin was prepared. He caught her punch in his hand and yanked her forward by the neck, unleashing a relentless barrage of punches. With each strike, it seemed as though he was about to obliterate her face when a small voice interrupted from behind.

"Benjamin, please—!"

Benjamin turned towards the sound of his mate’s voice, his expression shifting from feral to tender as he laid eyes on her. However, that momentary lapse in focus proved costly, as Azula seized the opportunity to strike. With a swift, brutal motion, she delivered a vicious blow to Benjamin’s groin, causing him to howl in agony and double over in pain, clutching his injured manhood.

Seizing the advantage, Azula spotted a metal rod nearby and wasted no time in grabbing it. With merciless force, she slammed the rod into Benjamin’s chest, eliciting another agonized scream from him.

"No!" Fayre’s cry of anguish pierced the air as she witnessed her mate’s suffering. Desperate to intervene, she rushed forward, but Azula anticipated her move. With a swift backhand, she struck Fayre, sending her tumbling to the ground, blood trickling from her split lips.

"Fayre!" Benjamin was still concerned for his mate even through his agony.

"Aww, this is so cute," Azula taunted the couple, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.

With a cruel smirk, she pushed the metal rod deeper into Benjamin’s chest, pinning him to the ground with ruthless precision.

The edge of the rod protruded menacingly from Benjamin’s chest, ensuring that any attempt to remove it would only worsen his suffering. Furthermore, Azula set the trap in such a way that Benjamin would be unable to escape without her noticing, his movements monitored and controlled by her. Benjamin could do nothing but endure the excruciating pain, his fate hanging in the balance as blood seeped from his wounds, threatening to drain him of life.

Azula intentionally aimed the rod a few inches away from Benjamin’s heart, a calculated move designed to prolong his suffering. She relished the thought of him enduring the pain and grieving over the loss of something dear to him, starting with his mate.

Fayre’s heart sank as she rose to her feet and beheld her mate’s dire situation. She had placed too much faith in Benjamin’s abilities and underestimated Azula’s thirst for vengeance. Fear flickered in Fayre’s eyes as the realization dawned upon her: she was now at the mercy of a merciless monster from whom her mate could no longer shield her.

"Hello Fayre, it’s you and I now," Azula said, having a smile on her face that was cruel, fiendish, and just downright evil.

Benjamin coughed, "Run, Fayre!"

And that was what Fayre did. More like attempted to. Azula was faster and with a brutal yank of her hair, Fayre was forcibly dragged back, her body crashing to the ground

Before Fayre knew it, Azula straddled her and she stiffened on the spot, knowing instinctively that this was going to be her end.

"Well, well, well, isn’t this quite the interesting position, Fayre?" Azula’s voice oozed with mischief as she observed her helpless prey, her head tilted in sadistic curiosity.

"Get off me!" Fayre glared at her.

"Shhh," Azula hushed Fayre, a disturbing gleam in her eyes as she traced the pad of her thumb along Fayre’s lower lip, sending a shiver down her spine.

Fayre’s eyes widened in alarm as she felt Azula’s touch, her panic rising. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with unease. The sensation Azula evoked within her felt wrong, twisted, even as it sent a strange, illicit thrill coursing through her.

"I am trying to calm you down," Azula muttered to Fayre, her tone seemingly soothing, but a mischievous glint entered her eyes, betraying her true intentions. "Or maybe I should recreate the same dream I sent to your mate earlier. Except this time, it would be both of us girls, and unlike the dream, Benjamin would be watching us as we have fun!"

The demon’s enthusiasm for the idea was chilling, and Fayre realized in that moment just how deranged Azula truly was. What left Fayre’s head reeling, however, was how seamlessly Azula switched from one conversation to another, her demeanor shifting from calm to sinister in the blink of an eye.

"Although, wait a moment," Azula interrupted, her gaze piercing Fayre’s, "Have you ever been with a female before?"

Fayre’s eyes widened in response, her cheeks flushing crimson.

The gods help her, Islinda couldn’t help but face-palm from where she stood, observing the unfolding scene. Wasn’t this vision supposed to be about the demon Azula exacting revenge on the dark Faeries who had wronged her? Why did it seem like she was becoming the villain instead?

Though Islinda had to admit, the sight of Azula and Fayre in that position was, well, quite... hot. If only Azula wasn’t covered in blood and dirt, it might have made Islinda’s heart pound a little harder.

Azula continued with a lopsided grin. "With my surplus of lovers, I’ve been with enough males and females to know that females give the better orgasm," she purred seductively.

"Azula!" Benjamin’s curse reverberated from where he was trapped on the ground. Whether Azula had done it intentionally or not, he could vividly see what was happening between them, and he was furious.