The Demon King, Bálor, held the void's life in his hands. One little swipe of his clawed finger and the man's life would be over.
"Please! I'll give you anything!"
"I want nothing of yours," Bálor stated coldly. "Everything you have has been stolen or gained by disgusting means. And I've made my last deal with you. No, you'll die tonight."
"My daughter! I have a beautiful daughter! Take her. Use her to produce you an heir and then kill her in place of me!"
As tempting as the notion was, Bálor glared at the pathetic excuse for a man. "You'd do that to your own daughter? Do you know what a piece of filth you are?"
"I do! I do! But please, take my offer! The only thing you'd have to do is rescue her from the trafficking cartel I sold her to. She works as a prostitute there and-"
He was silenced as a sharp-clawed hand shot up and latched onto his throat. "Let's make one thing clear, you spineless coward." He tightened his grip a little. "If you sold her to a trafficking cartel, she is not working for them, she is being raped by them." He glared at the old man. "I'll do it. I will save your daughter. But that is where the deal ends. Your life is null and void. Your daughter will give me children and will know a good, happy life with me." He touched his hand to the man's forehead and got all the information he needed to locate the young woman.
With that, he swiped his claw along the man's throat and ended him right there. As the man lay on the floor of his office, bleeding to death, Bálor picked up a photo of a beautiful young woman he could only assume was the daughter.
As he touched the photo's frame, a lightning bolt of electricity shocked him and he almost dropped the photo. Almost. He could see into the woman's soul and instantly knew he'd found his long lost love. Oh her face and body was no longer the same, but it was her.
"Mo grá..." He whispered as he slid his tongue along her face. "Found you..."