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My upper lip curls before I even turn my head.

It smells like him.

That damn leech. That bastard who’s always lurking near Jessica.

I catch movement in my periphery, slow, deliberate, and I decrease my pace enough for me to see him.

Or ratherit…

Tall. Wrapped in black, funeral-like cloth, face of a goat with horns. The kind of shit that lingers in nightmares long after you’ve forgotten the dream. And fuck… the scent… it’s crawling up the back of my throat now, bringing me Deja vu.

Graveyard rot. Parasitic. Desperation…hunger.

His eyes flick to me and I scowl in warning as it scurries off, disappearing, but my jaw clenches with question…who or what the fuck is that bastard?

The second I step through the gate, the front of the estate flares to life. Heat-sensitive wards shimmer against the air, reacting to the spike in power still leaking off me like steam.

Fuck, I can tell my body’spissed, stretched to the limit after being at Illicit for too long. I think that was the shit that had me passing out last time, too.

And now my power’s pulsing like it’s trying to crawl out of my skin. I barely make it up the marble steps before a familiar voice greets me.

“Welcome home, Milord.” I don’t even look up I know that voice, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard it…I thought he died.

“Fuck? You’re still alive?” I pant, sweating, and he bows.

“I am, Milord,” he replies without a hint of sarcasm as he steps forward with a black cloth in his gloved hand and gently dabs the sweat off my neck.

“I see being next to miasma in this state didn’t agree with you?” he clicks his teeth and I groan, nauseous.

“Fuck… I don’t thinkanythingagrees with me right now.” My voice comes out low, gravely. I can hear the otherworldliness in it,

so rough and distorted. It’s a wonder Randolf can understand me, but based on the way he narrows his eyes, he seems to understand something I don’t.

“Your pheromones must be spiking… how unusual.”

“What the fuck are pheromones? And wait… how do you know about that miasma shit?” I ask but when he helps me inside, a wave of soothing hits me and I feel it bubbling out of me in a deep, dark red crimson haze. Before my eyes, I see the maidsand the butlers go into a frenzy, yanking off each other’s clothes without any fucking provocation, and they start fucking…

The making love shit? Nah ,the FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING! They fuck like animals, sending the house up in chaos.

One maid pants against the wall, drooling, rubbing one out, another guy kneeling humping a pillow…yeah I’m getting rid of that.Many of them are clutching their chests, foaming out of their mouths, eyes rolled to the back of their heads, twitching, cumming, and fucking dying at the same time. Straight-up moaning, giving oral, and more…My house looks more like one big as orgy.

“What the…” I stop mid-step.

“It’s the pheromones, Milord,” Randolf says smoothly, already motioning for me to move. “Your body is producing too much of it, and you don’t have enough miasma to contain it. You’re in early rut. You’ll need to be relocated before the entire staff ends up even more compromised.”

“What the fuck is a rut? I swear, every fucking day it’s something new with this demon shit.”

“My apologies, Milord. We did not expect this… I was shocked myself when I’d heard from Lady Savana that you’d manifested so early. You’ve never come into your powers so early before. This,” he pauses and gestures to the air around me, where faint pulses of crimson vapor shimmer and twist like smoke. “Is new.”

“Of course it fucking is,”I growl, and three of the staff visibly shudder, falling to their knees, before dying…fuck.

“What the fuck kinda noxious gas am I leaking out?”

“Come,” Randolf speaks, already leading me down a hall I know for fuck sure didn’t exist yesterday. “There’s a room. A containment space your father had built in all of your estates when you were young, though you’ve never needed it until now.”

“Wait, how are you okay? And how doyouknow about this?” I cut my eyes to him and his lips twitch, just a little.

“Because I’ve been serving the Demon Lord of Lust for three generations of your alternates, and it has been an honor. To put it simply, I’m better than them, Milord. There’s no better person to serve as your seneschal.”