Chapter 4

Daemon walks into the bedroom and sees Jaenelle in a gorgeous, emerald-green night-gown. Tonight was interesting but promises to get better. There was no doubt about that look and its meaning. She desired him and craved his touch. Holding a glass of blood wine, she indicated him to approach her. He let her know what was on his mind by giving her a throughout look with approval of what he saw. She knew what was on his mind as he dropped his robe and exposed his sculptured body. He looked so unreal. At times Jaenelle needed to convince herself that this man was not a fiction of her imagination.

He grabbed her hands and ran them all over his body. She felt his muscles one by one. Daemon's body would make any woman beg for it; lean and cut. She saw his arousal and gasped. She needed another drink. He stopped her and directed her to give him a taste of the wine. Yes, this was promising but she had something else in mind before this. Yet, Daemon had a way to make a woman lose her track in a nanosecond. She had to be strong and do this. His eyes were glazing. A promise of pleasure and the Sadist knew how to pay his debts. He pulls her close and kissed her hard. She opens her mouth instinctively and he plays with her tongue. His unrestrained sensual heat is released as phantom hands caressed her back while undressing her. He smiles his signature devilish smile.

"Can you feel what you do to me?"Daemon says, while he restraints her body closer to his. No space between them, she can feel his arousal between her legs. As he kisses her neck and licks his favorite spot, her body trembles and he can feel her hesitation.

'Is there something wrong sweetheart?"

"It is so hard to resist you but we must talk first" says Jaenelle.

He smiles and continues to undressed her while brushing his tongue against her lower lip."Can we talk later? I want you to concentrate on what I am going to do to you between your legs"

"Daemon, please stop. I love when you make love to me but tonight I want you to show me your love some other way"…

(Well…well…well… Definitely promising, it looks like Jaenelle wants to play a new game. The Sadist will rise to the challenge) "Uh huh" He looks at her puzzled.

"And stop it right there, I am not talking about sexual games. At least, that is not all" Jaenelle says in a tone full of worries. She takes a deep breathe."I want to have your child. That is what I want. I already stopped the contraceptive brew but you must stop yours too. I need your willing seed. That is what I need to be happy. Do you want to make your Queen happy?"

The ambience completely shifted. Daemon had to control his temper since things were going downhill. He should have known better the moment Lord Argon soured his mood by crashing the reception. Why was he thinking about that? Now the mood was really ruined. He tensed. It is not that he does not want a child. The risk of losing her was not worth taking the chance. He already suffered once what it felt to almost lose her and he was not going to take a chance, not if he could help it.

"Sweetheart, we've talked about this. We can't have a child. Your body can't handle it." His deep cultured voice made the words sound so certain.

"Do not tell me what I can or can't handle, Prince. Daemon Saetan SaDiablo, what part of completely healed did you fail to understand?" Anger was now palpable in Janelle words.

"No, what is it that you do not understand? I do not want a child with you. We will not have children. End of discussion". He delivered the fatal blow but it was necessary. This time the words ripped his heart the moment he pronounced them. Jaenelle screamed and threw a blast of power that made everything shake. There was a thunder roar through the Hall. Her sapphire eyes were full of tears. "Get out!" She yelled and blasted the door open with one look. Ice covered all the walls.

Daemon walked into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. He hung his head between his legs. The huge Arcerian Cat was next to him in a second.

(The Lady is displeased, are you sure she can't have a kitten? I have never seen her like that. We should talk to the Weaver of Dreams. I feel sad when my Lady is sad) Kaelas tells Daemon on a psychic thread. Who would have thought that the 800 pound white cat would end up liking Jaenelle's mate this much? Not only that but the Kindred trusted him.

(I don't know anymore Kaelas. I can't fight her; not anymore. I'm scared of what she might do. My Queen is very displeased. You saw what she did. She destroyed the room. She is unhappy and I promised to protect her but also, to make her happy) Daemon petted the Red Warlord kindred Prince.

(The Lady has raised puppies and kittens. Do Kindred not make her happy anymore? Is she tired of reading stories to the kindred?)

(Is not that, my Lady is getting older and she wants to read to her own kittens)

(But my Lady looks younger than the other she-kittens). Kaelas said while looking at him with innocent eyes

(That is true. I have wondered about that too. There is so much that I can't comprehend. She is Dreams Made Flesh. She is unique. Let's go to sleep, Prince. There is no way she will let us get in that room again).

That night Jaenelle went to the abyss and held on tight to the little boy that needed her. "Don't fear darling, I will do as I must, even if it breaks my heart". Between tears she realized that everything has a price.

The Keep/

The next day Draca opens the door in the library and looks at Saetan. "You have company. Your mirror hasss come to sssee you. He issss sseeking advice". The reptile looking woman tells him. "It was to be expected Draca". Daemon walks in. "Sit down son and have a drink with your father".

"Were you expecting me father? Saetan gives him an all-knowing look. "What do you know about this Lord Argon, if anything at all?"

"I have never heard of him" responds Saetan giving him a weary look.

"Isn't that convenient? I don't like him father. He makes me feel uneasy". Daemon swirls his long black nails around his glass and looks distant. "I did not like our little exchange of words one bit. I felt like he was measuring me somehow. He is hiding something"

"Hell's fire Daemon, what in the name of Hell are you saying? He did not challenge you. He just asked the Queen for a dance. It is Protocol. He is making the necessary connections. He is a man of business."

"I see Lucivar bit me to the punch. When did the prick come here? Last night? That is what Jaenelle says too but I don't believe it. Something feels wrong. He is after her. I did not like the way he talked to her. I had to make a huge effort not to kill him last night. You of all people should understand me father."

"A Red Jewel Warlord Prince is no match for a wearer of the Black. I doubt he is a suicidal nut-job. I do... I do understand you. What you feel is jealousy. It is a powerful emotion."

"Are you sure no other male but us has worn the Black?" Saetan nodded but something about the question made him shiver. The conversation needed to take another route.

Saetan approached his son. "Is there anything else that you needed to discuss?"

"Jaenelle wants to have a child" Daemon sighed.

"It is to be expected. She wants to take the next step in her marriage. Are you willing to deny a woman her right to be a mother? More so, are you willing to break your marriage contract over this?"

Daemon looked defeated. He seemed to be looking for the Darkness to rescue him from a certain death. "I love her father. I can't live without her. I can't lose her. I ...just…can't'…. Saetan saw tears on his son's eyes and knew he was in pain.

"You know that she will die and there is nothing you can do. You are Haylien and she is not. You accepted her as your wife knowing this. You promised to love her, protect her and make her happy. You are being selfish and I understand you. Believe me, I do but if it means that much to her, you should let her have her wish." Saetan heart was breaking. Their biggest fear that haunt them all these years; reality, was giving them a devastating blow that ripped both their hearts at once. A soulless body tangled in his arms. His son just descended to the abyss and he waited hours until he returned to his body.

Later that evening when his son left the Keep, Saetan created a tangled web.