“Well, tonight is progressing exactly as expected,” I muttered dryly, peering across the red sea of carousing demons. I swallowed against my gag reflex at the permeating goaty flavour of the air. It mingled with the acrid scent of Demonade that was being sloshed onto the floor as much as it was being poured down greedy demon throats. The soles of my boots stuck in the tacky mess it left.

“Bad evening, Your Highness!”

I turned, the sneer already curling my upper lip as I faced the simpering demoness. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, fondling her bare breasts as she eyed me languidly.

“Bad evening indeed,” I grunted. This was, in fact, the worst evening. It had barely been fifteen minutes, and this demoness was the fourth to proposition me.

The fourth to leave me utterly cold and unmoved.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked, blatantly pinching her nipples and gasping lewdly. “A mug of Demonade? Or …” she hoisted her breast to her lips, licking at the peak. “Perhaps you’d like to drink it straight from my cunt⁠—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” I grated, fists clenching. “I do not wish to partake in Demonade, from a mug or any other receptacle, this eve.”

I turned and strode off into the milling, sweaty crowd before she had a chance to grab at me. It wouldn’t be the first time tonight that a female had attempted a grope in the hopes of leading me by the cock directly into their body.

If things continued along their current trajectory, I only had perhaps another fifteen minutes to endure before things devolved, and I would be able to escape, unnoticed by all who were too busy attempting to plough their way through as many partners as was demonly possible.

Escape to my rooms, to lie on my bed, clutching a human romance novel to my chest and pining pathetically over the warm, sweet, pink-haired, pale-skinned beauty who had suddenly become the bar I compared all females to.

The one woman I could never have, would never be good enough for. No. Could never be good for. I was an evil being—Son of Satan, Prince of Hell. Goodness was outside my realm of capability.

And ‘good’ was the very least she deserved.

“Hey, Boss!”

I startled as Beezle reared up onto his hind legs, resting his paws against my hip.

“Where have you two been?” I demanded, glaring at him, then down at Bub, sitting beside him. The guilty expressions on their faces had me immediately suspicious.

“Just … around!” Bub yipped. “Doing some recon work for you … scoping the demoness talent around the room, ya know.”

I groaned. “Not you two also! I am in no mood to entertain a female tonight!”