Chapter 487 – Forgotten Lord [Part 2]
She was his daughter.
Or maybe granddaughter.
Or maybe great-great-granddaughter.
Hard to tell.
He'd stopped counting lineage once his bloodline diverged across three planes and five banks of bastards. But he did remember one thing.
Once, long ago, when he was young—by Infernal standards, anyway—he'd slipped into the mortal realm. Greed ran rampant there. Mortals were deliciously foolish. Easy to manipulate. Easy to plunder. Easy to bed.
And the lamias?
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
Profitable.
He chuckled darkly. His breath curled against the air, like smoke from a furnace cooling in shame.
He hadn't planned to stay long—just enough to milk a noble house dry and reroute their treasury to one of his shell banks.
Yes, he didn't just want Infernal wealth, but also mortals.
But there had been a lamia woman. Name forgotten, face fogged. But her voice? Still sharp. Still sweet. Like honey dissolved in venom.
