Hell's Consort

Chapter 225 - Chiropractor

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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the 2nd Circle of Hell

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Luxen had fought the urge to give Camio a round of applause for he didn't scream nor did he react.

The henchman was forced to let Luna go.

The leader must be a loyal client of Satan's Grand Torturer when he trained under him before he acquired his position.

Camio knew he was asking for it so he accepted his punishment in gracious resignation.

Luxen raised an eyebrow at this display of mockery and insolence.

The bastard had acted like he wasn't affected at all.

"That didn't hurt you at all, Camio, right?" Luxen cocked his head at Camio and he straightened his spine, his posture rigid in preparation for his next attack.

"You weren't screaming." Luxen pouted as he shrugged with nonchalance. "I want you to scream when I gouge your eyes with these claws."

He slammed Camio's jaw so violently which sent his rhinoceros head had turned to a twisted angle of almost a hundred-and-eighty.

Choking out a cough and a gasp, blood flowed on the corner of his lips and small ears.

There was a collective gasp from the henchmen that made Luxen smirk in satisfaction.

He didn't want to kill the leader at all or maim him until he was unconscious.

Camio needed to suffer, with his eyes wide open.

Luxen had set an example with Camio and his fellow minions had stared at him with bulging eyes, without blinking.

Horror was evident on their rhinoceros faces.

Luxen cackled before he glided to the leader with elegant arm strokes.

When he reached them, Luxen carefully seized Luna's form from him with care.

Camio let her go with his eyes downcast.

Luxen was glad he hurt Camio's pride and put him in place.

The demon was old enough not to mess with an Archdemon Prince.

He needed his ego nipped in the bud from time to time.

These henchmen probably thought that he was harmless as if he was a frog they could stomp on.

Well, this 'frog' was a Certified Archdemon Prince.

The power as the leader of Satan's henchmen must have gotten into Camio's ego that he had forgotten that he was an Archdemon Prince that he could mock if he wanted to just because his Master had the highest authority.

After this incident, Camio would think twice before mocking him.

It would have been so easy to kill the leader of Satan's Henchmen but he didn't want to deal with the repercussions.

They were childhood friends at some point and Camio had been in this line of work for a long time.

He took his job seriously but he had a particular weakness when it came to women.

Of course, Luxen would be questioned and brought to trial if he killed Camio because in his Uncle's eyes, no one was above the laws of Hell (which was him because Satan had insisted that he is the law) or he was too lazy to train someone to replace Camio in his job.

He had the sole task to keep powerful Archdemons and the rest in Satan's line.

Perhaps, it was partly Luxen's fault that he was treated like this by this egoistic henchman.

Luxen had made his reputation so bad in Hell that a lot of high-level demons that were lower than him in ranks had underestimated him.

Perhaps, humble bragging wouldn't work in Hell because they would believe bullshit right away without fact-checking.

He had established his reputation of 'A Prince who wasn't a Fighter but A Lover'.

They know of his sexual conquests from all over the Realms of Heaven and Hell without their knowledge of the curse Aphrodite had inflicted on him.

Every demon in Hell had thought it was his preference as a 'Serial Fucker' who never had sex with the same woman twice, thinking that was all he was.

That was a mistake.

Luxen's sexual partners weren't secretive about this either since they tell every person they meet, most especially at the Night Club 'Ouroboros'.

There was never a day or night where he wasn't a topic of the naughty and sexually charged conversations.

It was his wish to keep his image that way but some arrogant bastards like Camio made him wish that it wouldn't come to this point where he had to prove what he was capable of and what he was an expert at-- destroying every creature he met.

There was no hint of rebellion and mockery in the leader's eyes.

The leader's response to his warning was absolute stillness.

He kept his head down in submission, staring hard into the water and not meeting Luxen's cold, hard gaze.

"You were lucky I didn't kill you, Camio, but if you do one wrong move that set me off—" Luxen had trailed off leaving the rest up to the leader's imagination.

Camio waited for his head and jaw to heal enough but it didn't come back to normal.

"I apologize, Your Highness," Camio spoke despite his turned head was facing at the back.

The leader had bowed at his comrades behind him because of his broken neck.

He added further and his cracked voice was filled with remorse, "I will not dare to do such an abominable thing again."

When Camio realized that it was the wrong direction, he moved his entire body slightly so that his turned head would face Luxen while his front faced his comrades behind him.

It was a twisted angle in a literal sense.

He could surely find a way to heal his injuries—especially those that involved little blood.

Camio would heal quickly if he had the courage to bear the pain of twisting his head to the front and fix it before it can become permanent.

Luxen smirked.

Camio will need the best chiropractor in Hell.

Demons can hold a grudge for a long time and they would do anything to avenge their tattered pride.

Luxen will let him try until he perished.