Free Web NovelChapter 28: As You Wish
’’Your Highness!’’
Grim stumbled out of the driver’s seat. All the demons awaiting his arrival in the entrance of his home crowded around him the moment he spat out blood. Dark golden blood washed down his lips as he took great efforts to step out from the car, his hands clasped around his wound. freeweɓnøvel.com
Demons in dark polished shoes and fitted suits rushed over to help him. Azazel, the leader of his security team, immediately wrapped an arm around the prince of hell, encouraging Grim to lean more on him as he stumbled out. A demon immediately pulled out an umbrella over his head as Grim was having difficulty opening his eyes.
He was hurting a lot, and it didn’t help knowing he had just left her there alone in the middle of cutting herself. But at the same time, he can’t have her finding out about him this way or worrying about his injuries.
He has to do something.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to heal knowing she wasn’t safe with herself.
Grim stopped moving, confusing the demons moving behind him as they struggled to get him to his penthouse and begin the healing process.
He turned to Azazel, breathing heavily as he said. ’’Gather...’’
Azazel couldn’t hear what he was mumbling to himself. The demon with dark red hair and forest–green eyes leaned closer to hear him.
’’Gather everyone that is under you and meet me at the penthouse in five minutes.’’ Grim then pulled away from him making all the demons around him nervous and worried. Azazel refused to let him return to his floor all by himself and in his state. The demon reached to hold him again but Grim glared hard at him. Daring him to disobey his command.
But Azazel was hesitant.
Lilith would destroy him if anything bad happened to her forbidden fruit. But the demon had more faith in the prince. He had known him long enough to believe he wouldn’t die so easily on a mere wound.
But how did the prince get hurt?
What happened to him and why is he finding it hard to heal?
Azazel signaled to the other demons to step away as they watched their prince move towards one of the active elevators and disappeared inside it.
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Now secured in the golden tubes, Grim could let out more of the blood he had been holding.
Were his internal organs severely injured too and they were having a bad time healing on their own?
The demon coughed, barely able to stand upright as the pain grew several bars high to become unbearable. His long hair returned, shielding his pale and bloodied face.
Damn this mortal body.
He cursed again, resting on the polished golden surfaces of the tube.
In a short time, he was swiping his bloodied fingers on the little device installed beside his door. He stepped in to find his entire house cleaned and arranged. He entered his bedroom, discarded his bloody clothes, and draped one of his loose dark Chinese robes around himself. He stepped inside his large bathroom, slamming through drawers as he searched for something that would stop the bleeding.
’’Ahh,’’ Grim groaned as he leaned on a golden, marbled sink. Blood pooled from his mouth as he tried to keep it together. If he wasn’t contained in this weak and useless mortal form, those lousy bullets wouldn’t even dare penetrate his body and cause him this much pain.
Finally, he found a single bundle of white bandages. He held it, wondering how to make use of it.
’’Fuck it,’’ he let out his fangs and dismantled the poor bundle messily on his bathroom floor. After several long minutes of trying, he figured it out in his best possible way. He turned on the tap to wash his mouth and face completely from his blood and the blood of his victim.
Grim stepped out of his bathroom, feeling a bit better. He moved to a section of his room, where a dark yet beautiful painting of his human stood at a corner. He paused before the painting, his sharp talons lightly caressing the painting before he tore it down. He walked out of his bedroom and as expected, the twelve disciples of Azazel filled his living room.
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Grim settled carefully on one of the longest couches. The demons in the room with him stood rigid behind their leader, Azazel. The rain still continued outside and it was already several minutes past one in the morning.
’’What are these?’’ Grim asked, frowning at the dozen tablets, a bottle of water, several bundles of bandages, pain relievers, and other supplies.
’’Mortal remedies for injuries, Your Majesty.’’ Azazel’s deep, dark voice cut through the still calm of the living room. Grim rolled his eyes. He was fine. Why can’t they believe that?
Anyway, getting tied up and bandaged to a chair forever was the least of his problems.
Grim moved, flinging the bottles of disinfectant from the table to make room before he straightened out a piece of a torn canvas smoothly on the table.
Azazel’s forest green gaze flickered to the table, staring at a beautiful drawing of a human.
’’She is now your new responsibility,’’ Grim said, shocking them. ’’I will tell you her address and every other place she visits. You are to monitor and keep her safe from a distance.’’
Grim decided to be more specific. None of them has roleplayed a bodyguard before. They were just a bunch of elite demons his loving mother gathered to monitor him on his departure from Hell.
’’Kill anyone who threatens her peace. Torture anything that makes her cry.’’
Azazel’s gaze widened a bit. His eyes returned to the portrait before them.
Grim grimaced in pain as he held on to the nuisance refusing to let him have a moment of peace.
’’You are to be conscious of anything that might cause her harm even before it reveals itself and get rid of it.’’
The demons tensed a bit, a few swallowing and giving each other nervous glances.
’’If she cries,’’ Grim held his head, struggling to think straight. There was a long pause before he said the next scary thing. ’’You each get at least a thousand years worth of stay in Hell’s Madness Cave.’’
The other demons lost their calm. Only Azazel remained composed as he stared at his prince in great pain. Trying to understand the worth of this human to him.
’’If she dies, I won’t hesitate to take out my anger on all of you and your descendants,’’ Grim said, causing twelve demons to stare at him as if they were all reliving their greatest nightmares. None said a word as they watched the prince move enough to lay down flat on the chair.
A silence soon to be interrupted followed.
’’Your mission is to only keep her safe until I am capable of doing so myself.’’
One demon wanted to speak, but a death glare from Azazel reminded him of his place.
’’As you wish, Your Highness,’’ Azazel said before he disappeared with his disciples into the ground like shadows.
