Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 704: Taste Of Freedom

"Oh, you should be. But first, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Azula and I’ll be the last face you’ll see before leaving this realm."

"What?"

"Azula. Hello? Haven’t you heard of me? The great succubus princess who wiped out a dark Fae territory in one night with no help. And oh, did I forget to mention that I would have killed Benjamin as well, but his annoying mate got in the way and now Oberon gets to take the glory that should have been mine. But then, I’m sure you wouldn’t know that, I can’t even find my name in scrolls or texts. Perhaps instead of making Fayre settle down with the human, I should have compelled her to start a cult in my name instead. By now, I should have had my own followers, my own army. Who knows, enough to start another war with those punks the light Faeries. "

While Azula blabbered on, Lola in question was left in a state of shock. What the hell was going on here?

"Enough!" Lola thundered, frustrated by what she perceived as Islinda’s antics to distract and probably gain an advantage over her.

"I have had enough of this nonsense! I’m ending this once and for all!" Lola spat with determination.

She summoned a spell in her hand and blasted it at Islinda. The spell knocked her to the snow and Lola was satisfied when Islinda fell, thinking her dead.

But one should have seen the way the smile fell from her face when she saw Islinda got up to her feet. What the hell? That spell should have killed her. Yet Islinda was standing right in front of her.

"Impossible.." She muttered, staring at her feet, "That should be impossible!" Lola snapped. She couldn’t understand anything anymore.

"Seriously," Azula groaned, touching her chest where the spell hit her, "You hurt my inner child and it’s fucking rude, witch."

"You are a demon." Lola muttered out of shock, and not as a matter of fact.

"Exactly! That is the point I have been trying to spell out but you’re not listening, young witch. But then, I can’t blame you. It’s not like you were born at that time. And also...." She suddenly grinned darkly, "if you’re going to seriously hurt me, you would have to do a lot better than you. Your ancestors were better at this than you chickens of this generation." Azula taunted her.

With a desperate outcry, Lola lifted her hand and unleashed a steady stream of magic at Islinda. For over a minute, the spell held Islinda in its vicious grip, crackling with malevolent energy. To any observer, the process looked agonizing, a torrent of raw power aimed to obliterate her.

Lola’s face contorted with effort, every ounce of her magic channeled into the attack. She intended to eradicate Islinda completely, leaving nothing behind. Yet, to her growing horror, the spell began to wane. The once potent stream of energy flickered, its force diminishing rapidly. No matter how she strained, she couldn’t summon more than a faint whiff of magic.

"What is happening?" Lola gasped, her voice strained with panic. She tried again to summon her powers, but nothing came. A cold realization swept over her as she felt an overwhelming weakness set in, her body depleting as if her very essence was being drained.

She looked down and gasped. Her hands were grotesquely wrinkled, the flesh aged and gnarled like that of a hundred-year-old woman. The consequences of her dark rituals had caught up with her, stripping her of vitality and strength in a cruel twist of fate.

Islinda—now going by Azula, her true self revealed—watched the transformation with a mix of triumph and amusement. As she saw Lola’s shriveled, wrinkled form, she burst into laughter, a chilling, victorious sound that echoed across the icy expanse.

"Are you kidding me?!" Azula found the scene hilarious, "Even an amateur witch could tell when they approach a burnout. And you? You were dangling on the precipice. No, correction, you were already there...." She gestured a slide down with her hand, "Your fall was only broken, you only needed a push to slid all the way down. Oh well, all the months of careful planning, your revenge only amounted to this. I expected to face a worthy opponent as soon as I was out, not this. I’m honestly disappointed, witch."

"Y-you..." Lola wanted to speak, but her voice was shaky and she found herself incredibly tired. Her legs couldn’t even hold her anymore.

Just before Lola could fall, Azula was there to hold her. "Easy there, granny. Don’t tell this demon wasn’t respectful."

Lola could only hold onto Azula for support, her body too weak to support her standing.

In this state, she could not do any damage to Islinda and her heart pounded with fear and rage, especially when she clasped her face with both hands.

"Now, I could easily let you go, after all, you’re old and useless. What a pity. But then, I have to avenge Islinda and lay her to rest, so I can move on with this body. Don’t you think so?" She asked for her honest opinion.

Lola began to shake her head, opening her mouth to say something only for her teeth to fall off.

"Shh," Azula gestured, "Don’t worry, contrary to my plans, it would be an easier death. It’s my return after all and I would love to celebrate. So think of it as a small kindness. Not to mention, as much as I would really love to have a taste of your soul, I have a thing for younger, sexy creatures instead. And you are not one of them."

Lola’s eyes bulged when she felt Azula apply pressure to her head. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream as Azula brutally ripped her head from her body and the rest of her body fell to the ground, spouting blood.

"You are one ugly thing." Azula said to Lola’s decapitated head before kicking it into the icy water below.

"Finally!" Azula spread her arms wide and relished the taste of freedom.

Now where was she going to go? She wanted to explore her freedom before she committed to her revenge plan. There was so many things to do. Places to go. And "snacks" to eat. Islinda’s human body was the perfect disguise for her all eat buffet of all taste and kind. No one would suspect a Succubus demon on the loose. She could taste as many souls as she wanted.

However, the instant Azula took a step, she felt a fierce tug in her soul. "Oh well, that sneaky little thing...." was the last thing Azula said before she lost consciousness.