Warning: Blood, some mature scenes, 

Chapter 7 Part 1; 

'You are Evanora, known as the dark magician.  You have nothing to fear; you are fear itself.' Evanora, with a proud and devious smile on her face, found encouragement within the depths of her own mind. 

With a confident smile on her face, she fearlessly took a seat on the bed beside him as he lay there. 

Lucifer, completely unfazed by her presence, continued to pay no attention to her actions as he casually flipped another page of his book. 

"Now, " With a deliberate gesture, she gently positioned her slender index finger beneath his chin, exerting a subtle pressure to redirect his gaze towards her captivating eyes. "Demon Prince, it will be a waste if you decide to ignore me. " 

"Do you not wish to be the first demon to ever be inside of me?" Evanora's lips formed a delicate, sly smile, indicating her confidence in her accuracy. 

"Hmmm, " In a display of remarkable self-control, he managed to maintain his composure despite the alluring nature of her revealing attire, which seemed to awaken his incubus self, tempting him to indulge in his lust right then and there. However, he forcefully averted his gaze from her grasp and redirected his focus back to the book in front of him. 

Evanora, her eyebrows slightly raised in surprise, gazed at him intently without uttering a word for a brief duration of one to two minutes. She carefully sifted through the various complaints that occupied her thoughts. 

'Did he seriously just ignore me all together? Does he even know how much courage i mustered to do that?' Evanora's eyes, filled with intensity, emitted a dark and piercing glare. 

'Does he think that I even have the option to give up and die by his hands? Hell no.' As Evanora's expression grew darker, her features became even more intense, reflecting a deepening sense of anger. 'I'm the dark magician, for goodness sake!' 

The demon lying before her emitted a small chuckle, causing her to react with a bewildered blink. The sound of his light-hearted chuckle quickly transformed into boisterous laughter that filled the room. 

'What is he laughing at…?' Evanora carefully surveyed her surroundings, her eyes scanning the room in search of any signs of abnormality. Despite her diligent efforts, she was unable to uncover any evidence or indications of suspicious activity.

'I don't get it…' She let out a sigh, her lips parting slightly as her eyes cast downward. Her gaze became fixated on the bedsheets, her attention drifting away as she stared at them absentmindedly. 

"You're just way too." As she sat on the bed, a hand was firmly placed on her shoulder, exerting pressure to push her down. "Intriguing." 

*Thud* 

Evanora's breath caught in her throat as she experienced the abrupt motion of his powerful hand. Her back was pressed firmly against the mattress, while he positioned himself directly above her. A mischievous smirk adorned his face as his intense, yellow eyes glowed with fiery passion. 

Thump 

Thump

As he drew near, her heartbeat began to gradually quicken, a physical response to his proximity. She could feel her cheeks growing warm, a sign of heightened emotions and a touch of unease. 

'This is wrong! I'm supposed to be the one in charge here!' Evanora, feeling frustrated, sulked quietly to herself.

"Is that so? Then you have to try harder than that, dark magician, " With his eyes gently shut, a serene smile graced Lucifer's face. 

Evanora fixed her eyes on him, her gaze filled with doubt. 'One could think He's reading my mind like that other demon did.' 

"That is quite correct." As he spoke, his smile began to widen, revealing a growing sense of amusement.

After receiving that clarification, Evanora's face immediately transformed, revealing a vivid display of embarrassment. In a swift motion, she instinctively raised her hands to shield her face, desperately seeking refuge from prying eyes. 

"No," In a display of unwavering determination, Lucifer firmly expressed his intentions as he tightly grasped her hands. With a gentle yet assertive motion, he pulled her hands away, drawing them apart from their previous position. His face drawing even closer, he leaned in, bringing his forehead into intimate contact with hers, creating a moment of intense closeness and connection. "I won't let you hide, dark magician."

As a result of his actions, her feelings of awkwardness and shyness intensified.  

"P-please, y-you're too c-close…" Her breaths were deep and labored, her eyes partially closed with a tempting gaze, and her lips delicately parted, forming an enticing and alluring expression. 

Lucifer's cheeks were adorned with a delicate blush, barely noticeable due to its thinness. In response, his eyes widened, revealing his astonishment. In an act of intense desire, he eagerly consumed her lips with a single, sweeping motion, enveloping her in a fervent embrace.

“Hmm!” As their lips met, Evanora couldn't help but release a soft moan, surrendering to the intensity of their passionate kiss. A delightful sensation spread throughout her entire being, causing a pleasurable ripple to course through her body. 

In that moment, a slight sense of panic washed over her as she became acutely aware of his presence. The warmth emanating from his body and the alluring scent that surrounded him had an undeniable effect on her, intensifying her feelings of desire and arousal. 

In this scenario, the responsibility of seducing him in order to prevent her own demise fell upon her. However, unexpectedly, she now finds herself succumbing to the allure of his advances, unable to resist the intense desires that consume her. 

‘No… I have a goal.' Evanora's eyes swiftly opened, revealing a striking shade of bright crimson that seemed to flicker with intensity. ‘I can’t fall yet.’

In the midst of their passionate embrace, Evanora's mind was consumed by a profound realization. ‘I don’t care if you can read my mind, demon prince. But I will show you what a dark magician can do.’ 

'Though this will be a little bit painful for me...' She put her index finger against his cheek, still kissing him hotly and drawing his blood. 

As their passionate kiss continued, she gently pressed her index finger against his cheek, inadvertently causing a small cut that resulted in a trickle of blood. 

With a determined focus, she gently closed her eyes, blocking out the external world. Immersed in her own thoughts, she began the intricate process of weaving her spell within the depths of her mind. As she focused her thoughts on the incantation, a vibrant crimson radiance emanated from her form, enveloping her surroundings in a captivating glow. With a sudden burst of urgency, her eyes swiftly opened, revealing a captivating dark glow that seemed to be drawn towards the formidable presence of the demon prince. 

‘Step back, demon prince.’ 

As the kiss between the demon prince and Evanora was about to develop further, a sudden, subtle change came over his countenance. His previously intense expression gradually shifted to a more neutral one, reflecting the influence of her command. With a measured step backward, he respectfully complied with her orders. 

With a smile on her face, she felt a sense of satisfaction as she observed his willingness to follow her instructions. Her lips delicately parted, revealing a subtle expression of contentment. “How does it feel for the demon prince to be under the control of his adversary, the evil magician who killed your entire demon army by herself?” 

In a mesmerizing state, the demon prince found himself entranced, his senses attuned solely to her commands. It was she who had uttered the incantation, establishing her authority over him. 

A subtle yet mischievous expression emerged as the corner of her lips gracefully curved upwards, forming a devious smirk. 

 “Now. “ With a sudden and fluid motion, she swiftly sat up on the bed. Her arm extended towards his face, her fingers delicately wrapping around his chin in a tender and gentle manner. “Promise me that in any circumstances, you shall not kill me.”  

Silence met her ears, his body unmoving. 

As she remained there, a profound silence enveloped her, the only sound being the stillness of his motionless body. 

Evanora, feeling a sense of dissatisfaction, let out a quiet sigh within herself. ‘I guess I have to use more power after all... Since he is the demon prince.’  

With a determined expression, she shut her eyes tightly, blocking out any distractions. She concentrated all her energy, feeling the power of her magic surge through her body. 

As she spoke, her hand emitted a rapid, intense glow that appeared darker in shade, resembling the color of crimson. “Do you promise me, demon prince Lucifer, that you will not kill me in any circumstances?"

He began to speak, his lips moving at a leisurely pace. “Yes, mistress. I promise that I, demon prince Lucifer, will not kill you under any circumstances.”