Chapter 314: Arrests, Accusations, and the Demon at the Station
Chapter 314: Arrests, Accusations, and the Demon at the Station
Elyn’s POV
I regretted paying for the show.
Not because it was bad — it wasn’t. The performers were talented, the costumes were impressive, and the children were absolutely enthralled. But the show was too short. Two minutes. That was all. Two minutes of watching actors portray me and Zorathys, two minutes of dancing and dramatic gestures and exaggerated romance, and then it was over.
The performers took their bows. The crowd applauded. And I sat there, staring at the empty stage, wondering why I had just spent twenty-four gabin on something that lasted less than it took for me to kill Zorathys and roast him over a pit while enjoying it.
But I couldn’t even get mad.
Because the children had enjoyed it.
Velira and Thalira were giggling, their cheeks flushed with excitement, their eyes still fixed on the stage even though the performers had already left. They had swooned when the actor playing Zorathys had danced with the actor playing me, their small hands pressed to their chests like they had witnessed something truly romantic.
"Your Majesty," Velira said, turning to me with wide eyes. "Is that how you danced with the King during the ball?"
"Was it really that graceful?" Thalira added. "Did you really look at him like that?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could get a word out, they continued.
"I saw images," Velira said. "But I really would have loved to be there. To see it in person."
"When is the wedding going to be?" Thalira asked.
"Can we attend?" Velira added.
"Will there be food?" Azerion asked, suddenly interested.
I stared at them, but I didn’t even have time to reply when someone touched my shoulder.
I turned, startled by the sudden contact, and the next thing I knew, I was being handcuffed.
It all happened so fast that I barely registered what was going on. One moment, I was sitting in a comfortable VIP chair, surrounded by children who were asking me questions about my love life, if it could even be called that. The next moment, I was being pulled to my feet, my wrists bound together by something cold and metallic.
I blinked, then looked down at my hands.
"What’s going on?" I asked, my voice carrying a note of genuine confusion.
The demon in front of me was tall and imposing, with flames flickering along his shoulders and hair that burned with a steady orange glow. His eyes were the colour of molten gold, and his expression was stern and unforgiving. He wore a uniform — dark and fitted, with a badge that gleamed in the light.
"You’re under arrest," he said, "for abduction of children."
I blinked again.
"Abduction of what?"
"Of children," he replied to me.
I paused, then it clicked.
"Wait, this is some misunderstanding. I didn’t abduct any..."
I turned to look at the children, and my heart dropped.
They were being taken away too.
Several other fire demons had appeared, their hands gently but firmly guiding the children away from me. Velira was protesting, her wings flaring behind her. Azerion was trying to bite one’s arm off. They were all being herded in a different direction.
"The children are mine," I said, turning back to the fire demon. "I’m their guardian. I’m—"
The fire demon interrupted, his voice flat. "No demon, especially a succubus, can birth seven children. You’ll explain where you stole them from once you get to the station."
I stared at him.
"Station?" I repeated.
He nodded.
I shook my head.
I knew this was a serious situation. I knew I was being accused of a crime I hadn’t committed. I knew I needed to explain myself, to clear up the misunderstanding, to get the children back.
But my first thought — my very first thought — was that there was a station in the demon realm?
"Do you mean a police station?" I asked.
The demon frowned.
"What’s that?" he asked.
"The station you’re taking me to, isn’t it a police station?" I asked him.
His nose scrunched up. "You’re being taken to the Law and Order Station."
I opened my mouth to speak again.
He held up a hand.
"If you speak anymore," he said, "your sentence will be increased. You can explain everything once we arrive."
I closed my mouth.
The demon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stone — purple in colour, with an indentation at the centre. He pressed it with his thumb, and the stone began to glow.
And then we disappeared.
I blinked.
And when I opened my eyes, we were no longer in the square.
We were standing in a building that looked remarkably similar to a police station from my previous life.
The walls were made of pale stone, polished to a smooth finish, and the floors were covered in dark tiles that gleamed under the soft glow of lanterns. The lighting came from stones embedded in the ceiling — not harsh fluorescent lights, but soft, warm gems that cast a gentle glow across the entire space.
There were desks arranged in neat rows, each one occupied by a demon in uniform. Some were writing on parchments. Others were speaking to demons who sat across from them, their expressions ranging from nervous to defiant. And at the far end of the room, there was a wall of cells — not dark and dingy, but clean and well-lit, with bars that gleamed like silver.
I stared at the cells. Why did they look so clean?
The fire demon led me through the office, past the desks and the uniformed demons, toward a door at the back. He pushed it open, and I was guided into a smaller room — an office, I realised, with a desk and chairs and shelves lined with scrolls.
And sitting at that desk was a demon I recognised.
She was leaning forward, her hands resting on the desk, water dripping from her fingers and pooling on the surface. Her hair was dark and wet, plastered against her head.
She smiled at me.
"It’s nice to meet you again," she said.