The King Ambrus pov

　　Being immortal was the reason for being immoral, cruel and heartless. I played with hearts and ruined everyone's lives. Playing with minds all the time in an immoral way. I had nothing to lose, I was created by God and will be living forever as punishment for not kneeling and accepting God's will.

　　How could I? After I did my best to satisfy God and do whatever he wanted, he just asked me to accept the humans and serve them?! I would never do such things to weak creatures!

　　I despised humans more than anything else, even so, I lived among them in the shape of a human king, I ruled this town since-forever. And every twenty to thirty years, I'd change my look to appear in various human features for those vicious obtuse humans as the new king.

　　They were easily ruled, they were greedy and panting for money, the more you gave them— the more they say “long live the king”

　　For the twenty-one century, I had been hating humans, but I started later feeling bored from being around them.

　　I yawned up my hands to them. “stop. I need to sleep. I’m so bored with all of you.”

　　I stood up after dismissing them. One of the ministers suggested “Your Majesty, I noticed that you have been bored lately. Can we prepare for a party to please you?”

　　I stared at him for a while thinking, rubbing my chin “okay, do it. But if I don't laugh, if I don't have fun, I will kill you.” I laughed devilishly snorting all the way to my room passing through the castle hallways. I knew that the minister was still in his place glued, scared and maybe peed in his pants.

　　But smelling the fear and seeing the blood satisfied me. And the much better, that I only fooled and toyed with them, I never killed anyone. Ever. Just pushed them to the edge to finish their own life helplessly and hopelessly. Weak humans.

　　Only that girl made me shift into my invisible-ghostly shape at night, to see her like an incubus! I was satan! One of my kind. Incubus were just genies and ghosts working under my command. Their lives end if they crossed the limits, if they were caught having sexual intercourse with humans or being in love with them, God pulled their soul's outs instantly as punishment.

　　I knew that God would never do the same to me because I balanced the universe. The universe was created to have good and bad humans. Some of them will be awarded by heaven and long loving peace and some of them will be punished by long dreadful hellfires.

　　Maybe that's why I dared to go watch this girl while sleeping. Maybe that's why I wanted to touch her, make her melt and wet underneath my invisible body. I knew that she thought it was only a dream. But for me, it was real. Everything was touchable, she burned my feelings, made my dick aroused after all these years. I wanted to make her mine.

　　But even so, God would never punish me for that. But I had that hateful rage feeling towards humans. I only admired her body, loved her beautiful face and her unique ice-eye color. And the weird thing is that I wasn’t able to get enough of her, and I wasn’t able to memorize what she looks like. That's why every night, I kept visiting her.

　　I had no reason why I forgot her face daily— as if God wanted to punish me by his way for my bad behavior. To tell me that if I didn’t kneel for him, then I will kneel for just a human girl and serve her too by my own will.

　　This night, while the ministers were preparing for the huge party, everyone in my town should have been invited already. Yes, even villagers that worked in lands. My town was close to Iceland, nowhere. But huge, I owned everything surrounded by the hills and the mountains and lakes. And owned the humans living there and animals too.

　　I decided to go and visit my human beloved. Isadora— her name rocked my ears, thudded in my heart and thinking of touching her made my dick like a stick.

　　I shifted to my invisible shape and fled to her small house. To only get shocked hearing noises and watching people screaming. I sneaked into the crowd without anyone seeing me. To figure out that she left the village after killing her father. Nobody knew what had happened. Not even me! Heartaches squeezed my heart for not being able to track her traces and not being able to see her again. I felt lost. Angry and most of all lonely.

　　I have had children, god gifted me six, thousands of years ago. They helped me to play with human minds. To rule other kingdoms. To control humans everywhere on the earth. But I had never got the chance to put my seed into the female human womb and make her pregnant. I had never risked by trying, maybe because I was never thrilled or excited to honor any female human being by having my child. They wouldn’t understand though.

　　Being the satan was something they all feared by hearing or reading about it in religious books only.

　　I flew away to my town, with a bad temper, killer one and intense headache as if I was ready to kill anyone in front of me.

　　Gladly the party just started, waiting for me. I convinced myself that I’d be in a good mood after picking any of those dancers and fucking her.

　　That's what I’d thought.

　　One after another— and I couldn’t feel like watching any of them anymore. As if my eyes were looking for Isadora. But none of them were.

　　I raised my hand “stop them all now.”

　　The minister gulped and knelt royally “your majesty, please give me one more chance to find a good dancer. Please.”

　　I sighed annoyed, “okay, one year.”

　　The minister's eyes widened with relief, one year was much for him but not for me. The year was just a point in seconds of my life.

　　I dismissed him, but before that, I commanded him “but— till then, I want ten women to satisfy me in bed every night. If any of them fail, then they have to drink the poison. And end their lives.”

　　And that was a disaster. Ten women daily, for a year. Means 3560 women and girls. And that was a high number! A lot had died! A lot! And I died every day passing by without finding my soul… without finding Isadora.