"You're not going out to see any visitor," Lucifer's voice cut through the room, low and commanding. "I've sent your visitor away. We are leaving now."
Nanisha staggered back, eyes widening as she took him in. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, the red cloak draping over his muscular frame, fitting him like it was made for him. He looks… handsome, she thought, cheeks warming despite herself.
The maids quickly bowed and escorted themselves out, leaving Nanisha alone with him
"I need to know who came to see me," she demanded, voice sharp, curiosity and frustration rising
"You don't need to know," Lucifer said, his crimson eyes fixed on her. "You belong to me, and you do whatever I say."
Nanisha's chest tightened, a mix of anger and helplessness twisting inside her.
"The carriage is outside and awaits us," Lucifer said, eyes blazing
"I could teleport us there easily, but I don't want you going missing before I kill you. You're very stubborn," he hissed
Nanisha rolled her eyes, pretending not to care, but her chest still raced.
They stepped into the carriage, and the journey began. The wooden walls creaked with every step, the ride stiff and jarring. She had never been in anything like this—used to smooth, expensive cars, the rough motion made her feel small, trapped.
Lucifer sat beside her, silent, every inch of him radiating control. The air between them was thick and heavy, She dared not speak, dared not breathe too loud, as if even the faintest sound might set him off.
Lucifer's gaze flicked down to her chest. The corset hugged her waist tightly, making her breasts press forward, accentuating every curve.
He caught himself and quickly glanced forward, not wanting her to notice his stare.
The ride remained quiet, each second stretching endlessly, until they finally reached their destination.
They stepped down, the wooden wheels creaking under their weight. Other guards climbed down from their carriages as well, forming a rigid line around them.
Nobles were already waiting, standing in neat lines for the king and the new queen.
As soon as the nobles laid eyes on their king, the hall seemed to shift. Murmurs died instantly, all attention snapping toward him.
They bowed deeply, voices trembling with greeting,
And then they saw her. Nanisha, walking beside Lucifer, head held high, radiating a presence that made the room tilt just slightly in her favor. Lady Seraphine's eyes widened, jaw locking in disbelief. She hadn't imagined the new queen would be this stunning—every curve, every detail of her form and poise screamed power and beauty. Jealousy blazed in Seraphine's chest,
Lady Seraphine approached them, moving with deliberate grace.
"Oh, if it isn't our Queen," she said, her smile sharp but fake, stepping close enough to hug Nanisha.
Nanisha noticed something immediately—everyone else had bowed as they entered, yet this lady refused. Her greeting felt forced, her eyes glinting with something dangerous.
"Oh, the King hasn't introduced us," Seraphine continued, smirking. "I'm the Chamber Mistress. A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
Nanisha gave a mild, polite smile, keeping her composure flawless.
"Our Queen is truly gorgeous," a noble murmured, eyes lingering on her with admiration.
"It's been a long time since we've seen a lady matching Lady Seraphine's beauty," another noble added, and soft chuckles rippled through the hall.
Lady Seraphine felt a burning heat in her chest. She forced a smile, but it was tight, she was boiling—jealousy and rage gnawed at her. She hated any woman who dared compete with her beauty, and now, of all people, the queen—the woman she despised most.
Nanisha ignored it all, she didn't care about all what the meeting was about, all she wanted was so endure and stay composed and survive long enough and return to earth.
Nanisha and Lucifer walked down the aisle, their footsteps echoing on the polished floor. The red carpet stretched before them, leading straight to the thrones set aside for the king and his queen.
Then, as the nobles settled and bowed, the head preacher stepped forward. "We have ruled Hell in health and prosperity for many years," he began, voice echoing through the grand hall, "and today, we gather to honor the king and welcome our new queen."
A sudden laughter erupted from the crowd, sharp and loud, drawing every eye toward its source.
"Queen? Don't flatter her," Lady Seraphine shouted, laughing at the top of her lungs, her voice dripping with mockery. "She isn't fit to rule Lucifer's kingdom! She's the daughter of a scumbag!"
The hall went completely silent.
Lucifer opened his mouth, crimson eyes blazing, about to speak, but Nanisha cut him off sharply, her voice ringing through the hall.
"You have no right to speak to your queen in such a manner!" she said, rising from her throne. Her movements radiated authority. She stepped down, heels clicking against the polished floor, ignoring the murmurs and gasps that rippled through the nobles.
She didn't care about the commotion. She couldn't just watch a woman, bold enough to think she could rival Disrespect her, try to belittle her. Her chest burned with anger and disgust.
The hall went completely silent. All eyes turned toward her, Nanisha's gaze locked on Seraphine,
Seraphine tilted her head, smirk curling on her lips. "Oh, you've got guts standing so clo—"
Before she could finish, a sharp, stinging slap landed across her face. The sound echoed off the walls, nobles gasping audibly. Seraphine staggered back, hand flying to her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief and fury.
"What!" Seraphine exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. "Did you just lay your filthy hands on me? Do you know who I am?"
She believed she could get away with disrespecting Nanisha—Lucifer didn't love her, after all. She smirked, thinking she was untouchable.
Lucifer got down from his throne and slowly started approaching them, Seraphine was glad seeing Lucifer approach them after she was slapped.
"You're dead!" Seraphine spat at Nanisha, trying to regain control. "The king won't take this lightly for slapping me!"
Lucifer stopped in front of her, calm at first—but then, with a swift motion, his hand shot up and gripped her neck. Seraphine froze, shock breaking across her face. She hadn't expected this, hadn't prepared for it.
"How dare you disrespect my wife?" Lucifer hissed, tightening his grip