A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 139: Stripped!

Kara materialized in the throne hall of the underworld. She could have materialized in her room and avoid her father altogether but he controlled this place. And the moment she heard someone clap, she knew it was over for her.

"The defiant child is back," Azazel said, walking down the stairs to meet the parallel floor.

Kara looked up to see his father clad in black. There was an unusual smirk on his usually serious face and a light she hadn’t seen for a long time. Wait... Was he mating? But with who?

"You had one job, Kara. A simple job for the daughter of Azazel. But what did you do instead? You lay with my son-in-law. You’ve defied both the rules of demons and men."

Kara stood up. "I did what I had to do for the better of our kingdom," she said in defense.

"The better of our kingdom?" Azazel’s voice changed into a thunderous demonic one. "You allowed the bastard to live and told him what he was. By doing that, you strengthened his position and weakened ours."

And in normal voice, "You’re no daughter of mine."

Kara’s heart, or whatever she had beating in her chest, felt the pang of his words. Being disowned by your demon father meant you’d stripped off the powers and ranks one might have acquired through him. This meant she’d be a regular demon, no longer the princess of the underworld!

"Father, please. You can’t do this to me," she begged.

"I ceased being your father the moment you disobeyed me!"

Everything else happened so fast. Kara felt the power leave her to God knew where. She felt weightless, light blinding her eyes like one traveling through a wormhole.

The bright light slowly dissipated as her new surroundings came into view. A stall, a dark moon hanging over the sky yet it was daytime, and ugly looking demons staring at her. She was in the black market!

He could have sent her somewhere better, she thought. The black market had the lowest rank of demons, not to mention ugly since they had not mastered the essence of disguise.

The upper class demons were born with this disguise and most of them embraced it as their identity, completely locking off their demon ones.

"It’s the princess"

"She’s been cast out of the palace"

"Look at her. Poor child"

Kara couldn’t take the murmurs. She tried teleporting but this wouldn’t work. She cursed. Now she had to walk or use flying sticks like a fucking low class demon.

She forced herself up, bracing to go through the crowd of the demons who appeared to have pity on her. Some despised her. She could see it in their eyes.

The shame was too much. She walked with her head hanging low, her eyes looking everywhere else but those of the crowd. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she took a detour into an abandoned alley.

The demon children who were playing on this side of the alley literally fled when they saw her. ’Pampered little shits,’ Kara thought. Oh, the irony.

She aimlessly walked past where the children were playing before when she caught something weird in her reflection. Alarmed, she took a few steps back, but her heart rammed against her ribcage, fearing for what she was about to witness.

A voice within her was warning her against such an action but a part of her wanted to confront her fear. She was never one to shy away from reality.

She stepped into the light to catch a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror. Her senses dulled in fear! Her skin was wearing off to reveal a dark and retched one underneath. She had these spots on her face and hands. It’d be only a matter of time before the whole skin tore off to reveal the thing she dreaded the most.

Afraid this might happen sooner than expected, she started running down the alley as if that would help escape her doomed fate.

A demon stood in front of her to block her way. "Not so fast princess," he said letting his gaze travel her figure lustfully.

Kara knew she was too weak to even fight a low rank demon, especially in her current state. Instead, she chose to turn back. But on the other side of the alley was another demon stalking towards her. These two were males because of the pointy ears and longer fangs. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"I’ve always wondered what’s underneath those clothes, Your Highness," the stalker said. "I’ll taste every last bit of you before your skin wears off."

Kara took a random object from the sidewalk and threw it at the other demon, hoping for a chance to escape. The stalker was however quick. He jumped in gusto, bringing her down with him before she could get past the standing demon.

His rough hands pinned her to the ground, peeling a section of her skin in the process. The other demon caught her legs and started pulling her pants off. But she wasn’t making it easy for him. She wriggled like one in an apparition, kicking him off at one point.

But he came back, stronger this time. The stalker slapped her across the face before freeing her breasts. He sucked them hungrily, his thick saliva sticking to her skin like a tree’s gum.

The other demon finally managed to whisk off her pants, leaving her in her undergarments only. Kara had never felt so helpless. Tears formed in the brim of her eyes as she gave in to the animosity when...

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you," someone said, catching the attention of the two demons.

The demon who was about to free his pants stood. "Walk on and pretend you saw nothing," he said and nonchalantly went back to his business of freeing his pants.

The stranger, a demon as well, but clad in black and a hat that hid the better part of his face, sighed.

The next thing Kara knew, both demons were headless as a stranger offered her his hand. She hesitantly took it with one hand, her other wrapped around her half nakedness.

The stranger wrapped his jacket around her but Kara felt weak in his hands. The last thing she saw was his golden eyes before she passed out.