Capítulo 6: Uninvited guest
Veyron lay sprawled on his back in the cramped, dark carriage, bound by glowing chains. The air inside was hot and musty, and the dim light from the magic-infused ropes cast strange shadows over his face. Despite his restraints, his tongue was far from tied.
"Hey, you in the robes," Veyron called out loudly, his voice cutting through the clatter of the carriage wheels. "What's with the outfit? Trying to hide the fact that you're compensating for something underneath there? Can't say I blame you. You're all probably lucky to find your dicks with a map and a torch."
The robed mage riding outside stiffened but kept his gaze forward, his knuckles whitening around his staff. Veyron smirked and continued, undeterred.
"And you," he called to the female mage who was trying her best to ignore him. "Sweetheart, I can't tell if that staff you're gripping so hard is a weapon or just the closest thing you'll ever have to a good time."
The woman's jaw clenched, her fingers twitching on her staff. But she stayed silent, determined not to give him the satisfaction.
"Oh, come on, don't be so stiff," Veyron taunted, his grin widening. "Bet if you loosened up, I could make those pointy ears of yours twitch in more ways than one. You ever been with a real demon? I guarantee you'd be screaming something other than spells."
The carriage hit a bump, causing him to lurch forward slightly. He quickly adjusted himself with a lewd grin. "Mmm, did you feel that? Thought you might like it rough. But if not, I'm always happy to accommodate—unlike whatever sad sack you've got waiting for you at home."
"Lady Sinith, please," one of the mages growled, clearly on the edge of losing his patience. "Can we shut this perverted bastard up? He's been running his mouth since we left."
Sinith, who was holding the reins at the front of the carriage, let out a sigh of irritation. "If he's getting to you this easily, maybe you're not cut out for this line of work," she said coolly.
Veyron barked out a laugh. "Listen to your boss, boys and girls! She knows who's really in charge here." He leaned forward as much as his restraints allowed, his eyes flicking to Sinith's exposed neckline. "Though, I have to wonder... does the lovely Sinith take control in the bedroom as well? Because let me tell you, I'd be more than happy to be on top—after all, these chains aren't exactly my style."
Sinith shot him a glare over her shoulder, her patience wearing thin. "Demon, if you don't shut up, I swear I'll—"
"Oh, you'll what? Gag me?" Veyron's grin turned downright wicked. "Please do. I like it when a woman takes charge. Though, if you want me to behave, you might want to get on your knees and beg. I might even consider playing nice."
The guards grumbled, clearly fed up, and one of them leaned toward Sinith. "Lady Sinith, seriously, let me knock his teeth out. No one's gonna miss a few."
But before Sinith could respond, there was a sudden BOOM that rocked the carriage. The ground beneath them erupted with a flash of crimson light, sending the vehicle lurching to the side. Veyron's world spun as the carriage was flipped into the air, his body slamming against the wooden walls before everything came crashing down.
The dust from the explosion slowly settled, and the wreckage of the overturned carriage creaked ominously in the aftermath. Veyron, still bound in glowing chains, squirmed amid the shattered wood and dirt. "Well, that was a bit of a rough ride," he muttered with a sly grin, spitting out a piece of debris. "I'm used to things being a bit more... gentle."
Before he could deliver another lewd remark, the air crackled with tension. Sinith, who had been thrown clear of the carriage, scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting toward the shadowy figures emerging from the treeline.
There were at least a dozen of them, cloaked in dark robes with crimson, rune-like markings glowing faintly in the moonlight. Their hoods obscured their faces, but the twisted, fanatical grins were visible in the flickering light of their magic spells.
One of them stepped forward, his voice dripping with malice. "Sinith Goldman, heir to the Goldman family, and the so-called 'demon' who's been causing a stir in our territory," he said, his eyes flicking to Veyron. "The Abyssal Hand does not take kindly to those who meddle in our affairs."
Sinith's eyes narrowed. "You bastards again? I should have known the Abyssal Hand wouldn't stay quiet for long." She drew her sword, its blade gleaming wickedly as she settled into a combat stance. "You won't leave here alive."
Veyron watched with interest, his crimson eyes glinting in the darkness. "Oh, this is getting good," he muttered to himself, shifting against his restraints. "A sexy demon hunter fighting for her life... not a bad way to spend the evening."
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