"How can you be so foolish and rash?" Fugaku thundered loudly, his voice echoing throughout the throne room.  

Sasuke stood in front of his father and stared at him emotionlessly for the most part, a minuscule sliver of boredom slipped through his features. "He threatened my mate," he scoffed in defense. "Brother or not, I have to protect what's mine." 

There was a moment of grim silence that had taken place when neither refused to speak further. Finally, Fugaku spoke once again, softening his tone, "I'm dying soon and I need to confirm my heir is ready. You need to know how to rule the throne." 

The younger man sucked his teeth in response and sighed in annoyance. "I am aware of how to rule this kingdom, Father." 

"Do you really, son?" Fugaku challenged. "I've never been introduced to your mate and at the very least you can do that. All I know is through hearsay; you seem very protective of her and you’re going about it the wrong way. You keep her cramped in your room and soon she'll want to escape from you."  

"And how would you know? You sound like you speak from experience," Sasuke began to taunt maliciously. "Like with Mother.” 

Tired lines appeared on Fugaku’s face then, as if reminiscing such a memory brought accelerated aging. "Sasuke, what you saw all those years ago..." 

"I saw with my very own eyes," Sasuke interrupted. "I saw you kill her as I stood silently, masking myself from being discovered. You slaughtered her." 

"You should change your attitude towards your mate," his father simply said. 

His ire for his father rose; he always knew when to divert the subject or close the conversation, indicating he either play along or be dismissed. "I treat her like the queen she is in bed," Sasuke replied, arrogance in his tone. "She always submits to me." 

"You're being too callous with her. You're treating her as you would a promiscuous woman."  

Sasuke could sense a tedious lecture coming to which he had enough of this foolishness. He growled, "I am not. She's my mate, she's supposed to pleasure me; I've practically given up my debauched ways for her. And we are incubi, are we not? A demon who lives for sex." 

Fugaku coughed, feebly rising to his feet, Sasuke noticed sharply. His father didn't seem to have the strength anymore for whatever reason and he was weakening by the minute. "Son, we may be incubi... but when we find our mates, we need to treat them precious." 

"You're one to talk," Sasuke sneered. "Just like you treated Mother as if she was beloved? You know father, perhaps I should avenge her death for you right now. It's a pity you won't be able to put much of a fight," he suggested lightly, his eyes filled with promise. 

"She wanted out," Fugaku divulged. "She didn't want to be here anymore." 

"What absurdness are you speaking of?" the young incubus snapped. "Clearly, she loved you but you didn't seem to return the favor." 

"You were just a young incubus, son; it seems your built up hatred has distorted the memory of your mother's death. If you were old enough, you would have noticed she wasn't happy here. The scent of promiscuity and sin always lingering in the air, the hot, scalding temperature and the darkness that surrounded this kingdom had its effects on her." 

"You're confusing me, speak clearly," Sasuke responded agitatedly. 

"From what I heard of the rumors, you kidnapped your mate from the Heavens," Fugaku shot a look of disapproval, to which he sent a scathing glare in return. "Your mother was a Goddess and I too, kidnapped her from my impulsive needs to mate with her. She accepted her fate willingly but she wasn't overjoyed to stay down here forever; after all, we were opposites. And as the... human saying goes, "opposites attract" but opposites clash as well. The new environment took its toll on her as I refused to let her out of my sight. She couldn’t take it one day anymore so she begged me to execute her. How could I refuse such a request from my wife? She was the only woman I loved..." he trailed off then, a far off look appearing in his eyes. 

"Being too possessive will only drive her away," his father warned, "Don't follow in my footsteps, son." 

"On the contrary," Sasuke smirked, "Like father like son." 

"Sasuke, you need to let her visit the Heavens at least-" 

"No!" he snarled, shocking his father in silence by the intensity of his voice. "That dimwit God up there is in love with her; I can see it. He wants to take her away from me but I won't let that happen. I'd rather her die, I rather kill her than see her with someone else. Again, like father like son," he said venomously. 

The corner of his lips tilted high as he raised his head, looking contemptuously at the older man. "Let's skip the formalities and end your suffering, shall we Father? Perhaps you can be united with Mother again, although I highly doubt that would happen. After all, you took a mother away from two sons who had to mature without a woman figure in their lives. Your soul should land in the deepest pits of Hell," he said quite bitterly. 

Fugaku bowed his head in defeat as his frail hands shook, not from fear but from weakness. "I am nothing without your mother." He stared deep into Sasuke's eyes, accepting his fate. "I have one last advice for you, son... Shall your mate perish, so will you." 

"No apologies for your son? Sad, Father, I never knew you could be so heartless," Sasuke mocked.  

"Sasuke, I'm sorr-" 

His words cut off when his son chose to decapitate him, his head detaching from his body as it flew away and landed on the floor, rolling far from him. 

"I don't desire your pathetic apologies anymore, Father," he muttered, staring down at his bloodied hand as it glowed orange. "Hmm," he mused, "It seems I've gained new powers after bedding [Name]." He smirked maliciously then, his tongue flickering outwards to fully lick his bottom lip. 

"Speaking of [Name], my sexual appetite has only been increasing and her delectable body is just what I need to satisfy me..." Unbidden thoughts entered his head as he quickly made his way back to his chambers, needing more from her. This time, he would make sure she would scream his name in ecstasy all night long because one round wouldn't satisfy him... at all.