Dangerous Gift

Chu Huan drew the dagger lightly across his palm, watching the bright red liquid roll down along the gleaming silver blade. He was the prince of the Eastern Sea Empire, and even more, a madman bewitched by forbidden sorcery. Tonight, he had truly summoned something from the fifth layer of hell. The demoness who called herself Chiwei sat on the couch beside the altar, her long tail lazily tapping the cushion. Her smile was unbearably sweet, like honey melting from a jade spring. But Chu Huan had read about this — she was one of the three guardians of the Abyss. She lacked nothing, save a fool who would willingly sacrifice himself. And Chu Huan was about to become that fool.