Her Demon Daddy

HER DEMON DADDY CELESTE KING PROTHEKA PUBLISHING Copyright © 2023 by Celeste King All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Sigh up for my newsletter at https://www.subscribepage.com/celesteking Join my Facebook group here! CONTENTS Books in The World of Protheka The World of Protheka The Protheka System 55 Years Earlier 1. Asmodeus Present Day 2. Asmodeus 3. Siara 4. Asmodeus 5. Siara 6. Asmodeus 7. Siara 8. Asmodeus 9. Siara 10. Asmodeus 11. Siara 12. Asmodeus 13. Siara 14. Asmodeus 15. Siara 16. Asmodeus 17. Siara 18. Asmodeus 19. Siara 20. Siara 21. Asmodeus 22. Asmodeus 23. Siara 24. Asmodeus 25. Siara 26. Asmodeus 27. Siara 28. Asmodeus 29. Siara 30. Siara 31. Trinity Preview of Mated to the Dark Elf 32. Amelie 33. Kral Ishiraya 34. Amelie 35. Kral Ishiraya BOOKS IN THE WORLD OF PROTHEKA Orc Warriors of Protheka Series Mates of the Burning Sun Clan Series Dark Elves of Protheka Series Thoruk’s Prize: A Monster Romance Naga’s of Protheka Series Minotaur’s of Protheka Series Demon’s of Protheka Series Vampires of Protheka Gargoyles of Protheka You can read the series in whichever order you like but I recommend you read a series from start to finish THE WORLD OF PROTHEKA THE PROTHEKA SYSTEM 55 YEARS EARLIER 1 ASMODEUS Screams and moans pierce the air, and my eyes search desperately for an escape. There must be an end to this. I just have to find it. But I should know by now, there isn’t a way out. There is no end. The ground burns around me, the sky is an angry red. Much like the rivers of blood covering the ground. This is what our planet has turned into? What have my people become? Gas still fills the air, squeezing my lungs tightly and obscuring my vision. I don’t have time to consider it as my hand squeezes the small necklace I never take off. It’s the only thing that grounds me, though right now the ground might be the place I don’t want to be. That is, until I see the shimmering opening of a portal. Relief surges through me as the magic pulses radiate through the air, ripping and stretching the fabric of space to give me the one thing I need most. An escape. I dash toward the open portal, not letting my mind catch up with my actions. Have I thought through the consequences? Absolutely not. But now is not the time for that. It is the time for action. The only alternative is death. The demons around me have blank faces, their minds in a state incapable of thought. Only direction. “This way!” I shout, ushering them through to a land unknown. My eyes skim the body-laden and scorched ground. I don’t have time to consider what leaving the only place I’ve ever known means. I have to keep moving. Strandling the connection between two words, I turn to look at what is to be our new home. Tall buildings pierce the clouded skies in the distance and an electrical charge buzzes in the air, tickling my skin. The visible edges tell me we are either surrounded by cliffs or on an island, either of which is fine by me. Anything to escape our current situation. “Hurry,” I usher the demons through. My eyes track the skies, and my stomach churns. I don’t know how long we have. I am no stranger to violence – not as a demon, warrior, or royal. I have been required to withstand sights that would sicken others. So, when the state of the demons around me turns my stomach, I know that it must be dire. Blood and open wounds adorn their bodies through shredded armor, and our magic isn’t healing them fast enough. Several fall to their knees, and the others are too dazed to rush to help their fallen brothers as they should. The wounded need help, which I will get them as soon as we reach safety. As the last demon crosses onto the new island, the portal closes. While I should be more concerned about the loss of passage, I am relieved. I have potentially been barred from my home, but I am more focused on what I was running from than what I’ve lost. And to me, the trade off is worth it. I move through the battalion, assessing the damage. I don’t see anyone too far gone, thank the Seven. It may be a small portion of us left, but we will make it through this together. As I slip between the bodies, they all turn, staring at me. And unlike usual, there is no judgment there. There have always been those who have questioned my calls, and yet this one, no one has dared argue. We are all alive, and that seems to be enough. My mind seems to catch up at this moment, reminding me that I do not know where I am. The portal has closed and there is no way back home. What if this island is uninhabitable? I’m glad I was able to save everyone, but what if I’ve doomed us just the same? I suck in a deep breath, calming my worries. I have to take this one step at a time. Away from the dangers that were plaguing us and into this new world. Is it different? Yes. Everything, the plants, buildings, and ground are a dark, glittering onyx. But it is not something I despise. Nor am I against the electrical storm scattering through the sky. I can easily draw magic from it, which will be very useful when it comes to healing my warriors. I’ve made my way to the front of the crowd, and now there is nothing between our new city and me. I expected