A hush goes over the meeting room. The hair on my arms rises. We all stand and turn to face the door, waiting for him to walk in.
The meeting hall door opens, and in walks Sei. Sei is Khalid’s ambassador. He’s a level one demon, the same as Hamon and Erazel. His skin is dark brown and inked up with tattoos. His long locs hang down his back. He surveys the room before stepping back. Next to enter the meeting hall is Prince Cassiel. We bow our heads to him.
The only person more hated than me by the fallen is Cassiel. He’s Khalid’s adopted son. Once the son of a forsaken duke, he tried to kill his father and denounced his birthright. Khalid took him in as a young boy and raised him as his own. Many believed he betrayed his father. Only a few of us know the truth.
After Cassiel, is Prince Daero. No one knows much about Daero other than he hardly talks and he’s half demon and half forsaken. He’s also considered Khalid’s adopted son. Again, we give him his respect by tilting our heads to him. Next is Count Rojun. We place our arms over our chests in recognition of our count. He acknowledges us by holding up his hand.
Duke Roth enters next. He runs all of North America. We place our hands over our chests and dip our heads to him. He and Khalid are good friends.
The last to enter the meeting hall is King Amir Khalid. We instantly drop to our knees as he enters.
“Rise,” he says.
Climbing back to my feet, I look at the man of the hour. His dark tan skin gives him middle eastern vibes. His jet-black hair is cut low on the sides and pushed back off his face. Dark brown penetrating eyes take in the room. And as always, he’s wearing one of his impeccable suits. I have never seen the man in anything other than a suit.
Khalid walks over to his spot at the head of the table and takes a seat. As soon as he sits, we all join him.
“Raziel, thanks for the welcome package last night,” Cassiel teases with a wink. “Daero and I are most grateful.”
I sent four of the most beautiful and talented women in my district to his suite. I gave them strict instructions to please him and Daero until they begged for mercy.
“You’re welcome, Prince. You should stop by my Northside club before you head back. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Most of my job as a domini entails making sure my portals run smoothly, and that the forsaken and demons aren’t running rampart in my district. Don’t get me wrong; trying to control that demographic isn’t for the weak. However, my most lucrativejob is supplying entertainment to our kind. I own many clubs and casinos in my district.
“Most definitely,” Cassiel agrees.
“I am pleased with what I’ve seen so far from your district, Raziel,” Khalid says.
“Thank you, my king.”
I turn to face Gadiel. The blazing heat from his stare is damn near like a furnace. My smile lifts a little higher.
The meeting gets underway. We discuss our territories, what’s working, what isn’t. What we need and how Khalid and Roth can help. Overall, everything in the North American region is looking pretty damn good if I say so myself.
Balis has just spoken about limiting the passage of incubi for a while. We’ve had an influx of halflings born lately. Halflings are children born to one demon parent and one human parent.
Khalid scratches his chin. “This seems to be a universal problem. I will speak with Zoja about limiting incubi for a while. Allow no others through your portals. I will also reach out to the other dukes and let them know as well.”
Succubi and incubi were level one demons. The levels determine power and appearance. Level one demons are the most powerful and look more human. Level five, which is the lowest level, barely has enough power to cross the portals, and most of them look like shit from a nightmare.
Between succubi and incubi, succubi were the less harmful of the two. They simply fed off their victims and went on their way. Incubuses have a more ferocious appetite. And they can’t stop fucking breeding. Their offspring are like roaches. You kill one, and fifteen of them pop up in its place. They were the primary cause of harm to the humans in this realm.
The thought of the human race has my mind returning to my obsession. I glance at my watch. I still have time before thewedding. Using my mind link to those that work under me, I reach out to my personal assistant.
“Unina, do me a favor, send twelve dozen black long-stemmed roses to Greater Hope Baptist Church. Make it a rush order.”
Her laughter preceded her response.“And what should these roses say, Boss?”
I think for a moment before replying.“My condolences.”
She laughs.“I’ll get on it.”
“If there is nothing else,” Khalid says, pushing back from the table and standing. We all get to our feet.
“Actually, I have some concerns,” Gadiel says with a smirk.
“Gad, the king has a busy schedule,” Rojun states. “You can discuss your concerns with me.”
