The Fallen Demon and His Lost Enchanted Mate

Chapter Fifteen... His Missing Wife

*Derrick POV*

I sit here at my desk seething because I have tried calling Addison twelve times already, and she still hasn't picked up the fûcking phone. She knew to answer my calls, but now she chooses to ignore them because I am not there with her. I knew I should have gone with her. Then, she wouldn't be disobedient. She would be subservient as I have made her over the years. She had a streak of defiance in her, but I knew how to beat it out of her.

She should be in her room right now, getting ready to sleep, but I watch her tracker on my phone and notice that she is moving away from her parent's house.

It is past midnight, and she is outside alone. Where in the hêll is this pathetic excuse of a guard I made go with her? He should be watching my fûcking wife and making sure she is following my rules, but he is slacking.

I go to reach for my other phone and swipe the screen when I notice Addison's tracker stop blinking. Interesting. I zoom in on the dot, and it says she is by the mountains close to her home. What the fûck is she thinking? I think as I grit my teeth and clench my fists tightly.

She has displeased me immensely. She will be dealt with accordingly once I bring her back home. She will not be leaving this house for quite some time after this little ordeal, if ever. I smile evilly just thinking of the punishment I have planned for her. She will learn just how much it means to displease me. She will be sorry for ever testing me and my patience.

I hit send to call my guard when her tracker vanishes from my screen. What the fûck? I touch the screen, and the tracker is completely offline and dead.

"Hello?" says Marco, my guard with Addison, in a hoarse whisper. "WHERE THE FÛCK IS MY WIFE?" I scream out with uncontrollable rage. "Sir? She's in her room asleep," he says cautiously.

"Get up and go check âsshôle. She is not there." I say through gritted teeth. I hear the rustling of clothes, and then I hear a door open and feet running toward her room.

"Mrs. Stone? Open the door." Marco says angrily.

"Why the fûck are you asking her? Just open the dâmned door. NOW." I snarled.

I hear the door open, and then I hear Marco inhale sharply. "I-I s-swear she was here, B-boss. I-I..." Marco tries to stutter out, but I cut him off. "Wake her father up. I want to speak to him. NOW." I say with a dangerous tone.

After a few minutes, her father answers the phone. "Yes, Mr. Stone? What can I do for you," he says with a calm voice. "You will tell me where the fûck my wife is. Otherwise, there will be very deadly repercussions." I said with a venomous tone.

"She's in her room asleep. Why would you question her integrity? My princess is a good girl. She would never do anything that would displease her father or you, her husband." He says with a hint of anger and annoyance.

"Then, please, tell me why I watched my wife leave her bedroom at midnight and end up at the mountains by your property and then suddenly disappear. Explain that to me, Mr. Maclean?" I said menacingly.

"W-what d-did you just say? That's impossible. We did everything to block that from her. T-there must be another explanation." he says nervously. It sounds like he is running to her room for confirmation of my words.

"No. Oh, this can't be happening right now! MAGDA... SWEETHEART. HE'S BACK." he screamed frantically, and then the line went dead.

What?

Who's he?

I feel my blood begin to boil, and my anger explodes like a volcanic eruption. I scream out angrily and use both my hands to swipe everything on my desk to the ground. Glass shatters, and I begin breathing heavily. She took off with another man. All I see is red.

I call a few of my Mafia friends who owe me favors and ask to borrow one of their private jets. Scotland is on my radar, and a certain wife of mine is in for a huge surprise. That is, once I find her deceiving and disobedient little âss. She will not like the punishments I have in store for her. I want blood, and I will get it. From both her and this guy who decided that fûcking with me and taking my wife was acceptable.

Oh, Darling, you have brought out the worst part of me, and now you will suffer dearly.

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*Mr. Maclean*

Oh, dear God. What has my daughter done? How could Asmodeus escape from the desolate prison we placed him in six years ago, again? How did my princess remember him? We erased everything from her memory that day. I even took that necklace he gave her off of her and threw it to the ground.

There is no possible way for her to remember him unless... the bond they have was stronger than we ever realized. She is his fated mate, but I will never let my daughter become the mate of a demon. That is too much of a sin. It is forbidden amongst us, witches. It was a mortal sin for us. We were meant to mate within our coven and keep our bloodlines pure.

We come from a long line of witches that protect this human realm. We are strong in magic because we must protect all humans from creatures that mean harm to their kind.

Once the Great War broke out and Lucifer fell down to Earth, he claimed it as his own. He wanted everything to be his. He wanted to rule over all things and be a God in their eyes. He wanted to take over the Maker's position.

Mind you that the maker wasn't too thrilled to have witches on his side, but he knew that we could protect the humans from the demise of Lucifer and his sinful desires.

We have succeeded mostly, but Lucifer was more powerful than any of us truly expected. He was able to convince almost half of the angels to side with him. Once they fought the war, the Maker banished Lucifer and all angels who betrayed him to earth. They were dámned and turned into demons and lost their purity. Their white color was lost, and darkness consumed them.

They became the Fallen, and we witches were commanded to lock them away at any cost. Asmodeus was one of the first fallen demons that my wife and I banished. We were given immortality to watch over these banished demons and to make sure they never escaped.

Asmodeus was a special case for our family, though. My wife had a vision about him after he had fallen to earth. She saw that many years later, that we would bare a child and that she would be Fated to be Asmodeus's mate. She would become so powerful and unstoppable that if she was not stopped, that destruction was imminent if she was not trained properly, and she would become something forbidden in our eyes. A hybrid. So we banished Asmodeus and made sure our daughter never found out about him or her heritage. She doesn't know that she is an heir to two of the most powerful witches alive.

If she was to ever mix her blood with a fallen demon... no, I can't even imagine what could happen. She must keep our bloodlines clean and pure. Nothing else will be acceptable.

I rush to my room where my wife is sitting up and gasping for air. "Magda, he fun her. He teuk oor princess. We mist fin' her afore it's tae late." I said frantically. (Translation: "Magda, he found her. He took our princess. We must find her before it is too late.")

"He is tae pure tough noo that she is wi' him, mah dear guidman. He haes bin getting stronger thae bygane six years, 'n' ah fear that he fun a wey tae gab wi' her wi'oot oor knowledge. Howfur cuid thay hae bonded sae muckle? ah cannae sense her 'ere oan earth. A'm getting weaker 'n' weaker by th' minute. We mist ca' upon oor fellow witches tae hulp us." My wife said weakly, but I could sense a fierceness in her tone.

(Translation: "He is too strong now that she is with him, my dear husband. He has been getting stronger these past six years, and I fear that he found a way to communicate with her without our knowledge. How could they have bonded so much? I can't sense her here on Earth. I am getting weaker and weaker by the minute. We must call upon our fellow witches to help us.")

I nodded my head and turned around to leave. As I opened my bedroom door, I smacked right into the guard that came with my beautiful princess. I did not like him at all. He was rude and treated my princess cruelly.

"What the fûck is going on?" he sneered. "I am going to get help to find and protect my daughter. MOVE." I said sternly. He just chuckled darkly and pulled a gun on me. "You will sit here and wait for Mr. Stone to arrive. I know for a fact he is on his way." he said smugly.

I couldn't control my rage any longer, my eyes glowed brightly, and I raised my hand, and his gun began to curl around itself and form a knot. He stared at me in shock and sudden fear.

"Move. You do not know who you are fûcking with, human." I seethed.

He began shaking, and I decided that it was better that he didn't remember this. So I flung him against the wall and grabbed him by the throat. "Look into my eyes. That's right. Listen to my voice. You will remember nothing of what my wife and I were talking about, and you will remember nothing of my magic. You will return to your room and wait for your boss to come." I said with a trance-like voice and then began to chant the spell.

Once I finished chanting the spell, I dropped my hand and watched as he shook his head in confusion, and then he looked at me and then walked back to his room like a good boy. I chuckled inwardly, humans were just too easily persuaded.

I needed to go to town. It was our town. A town of witches. We built this town and made it what it was today. I needed our coven's help. With us all together, we would find a way to rescue my princess and bring her back to where she belonged.

My wife would be fine. She had to be. She was sick because she had been the main source keeping Asmodeus locked away, but he had gotten stronger, and that made her sick. She just needed to rest and get her strength and magic back.

I rushed outside and went to town because the sooner we dealt with Asmodeus and got my princess back, the better.