between each chair was a table with a bell placed upon it.
I could only imagine what ringing that bell brought you, and could only hope that Asmodeus would refrain long enough from using it until I had finished what I had come here to say. As for the rest of the room, its walls were a copy of those the Sun Temple in Modhera, being one of the ancient temples of Gujarat. Although, it made me wonder which came first, as the Sun Temple had been built during the rule of Solanki Dynasty during 940 CE and 1244 CE. Another temple where its walls celebrated the nature of mankind’s urges and was covered in even more sexual figures in relation to the Tantric tradition.
“And as for the handsome devil who brought you here, and one so clever at creating portals at a mere thought, who might he be?”
“I am not here to discuss my people, Asmodeus,” I told him, making him laugh as he made his way over to his table.
“No, and from what I hear, your people, may not stay that way for long,” he said, taking a seat, and I followed his lead taking one of my own.
“So, you know what is happening?” I asked, shocked that he would.
“Don’t insult me, boy, I am older than most Gods and know far fucking more than most, for don’t let my wet cock fool you into believing otherwise… now, tell me what has become of my granddaughter this time, for you only recently made it from the Elementals’ realms,” he said and by doing so, proving his words true… he knew more than most. Although, I had to say, being called boy once more didn’t fucking help my murderous mood, that was for fucking sure!
“Point made, Asmodeus, but we have more important things to speak of than the one who brought me here,” I reminded him.
“You're right, it is not important, but the details of who took my granddaughter this time is, so I may cut their life short for the offence,” he said with the barest hint of anger.
“As grateful as I would be for such a feat to be accomplished, I fear it is not as easy as you think. Besides, if it were, do you really think I would be here now seeking your help?” I said, stating the obvious.
“Perhaps not, young Prince,” he said, making me grit my teeth at the title and for the first time in a long time, realising now why my own little Princess found the term so distasteful.
It was almost as bad as ‘boy’, because unless you were a King or Queen, being classed as anything lower had a juvenile sound to it that grated along my nerves. But then Asmodeus knew this, hence why he had purposely named me such. In truth, he was just as fucking annoying as my own father, and I could also understand why Dom often got frustrated when forced to meet with this particular half of his parentage. But speaking of Dom,
“And my son, what does he know of his daughter’s capture?”
“Clearly not as much as he should do!” On hearing this answer coming from the man himself, I released a sigh and rose from my chair. Then I braced for what would inevitably come next…
An angry father.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER?!” The sound of Dom’s furious tone echoed around the large space, and was soon added to by the sound of an even angrier woman’s voice, making me sigh even louder this time.
“Where is she, Lucius!?”
Then I turned to both of them after they had stepped through Dariush’s portal, and said,
“Dom, Keira…”
“I think you’d better sit down.”
22
A King’s Confessional
By the time I had finished explaining to Amelia's parents everything that happened from the point of leaving the hotel in Jerusalem to now, I felt mentally drained.
In fact, it felt as if my chest cavity had been fucking ripped open. So much so that it would have been easier if Dom had just reached inside there, grabbed my heart, and squeezed until the fucker stopped beating! Because, in truth, it already felt as though it had stopped beating every time I had to admit how much I had failed him… failed them both.
But above all, how I had…
Failed my Chosen One.
In all honesty, I had been surprised he hadn't actually done this already. I think I would have preferred physical combat and have him go back to trying to kick the shit out of