Being a child of Death and Destruction itself was an odd situation to be in, I wondered. In fact, I wondered what it was like for you lots.

On one hand, you lived in Hell, and it was... Quite warm in the warmer months, and, well, below freezing in the colder ones. On the other, however, you are the princess here and lived in the castle, you were treated like the royalty you are.

Being royalty means that you has the most dangerous monsters—like me—at the tip of your perfectly clawed fingers. Being royalty meanspretty white horns sprouting from your head. So different to my own black ones but so similar. Being royalty means being half demon.

You stood beside Lucifer in the throne room of Infernum Castrum, looking absolutely delicious in that black dress of yours. It contrasts perfectly with your pale skin and white horns. Your matching black crown sits in between said horns, and your shoes are black with blood red on the underside of the heels.

Your pointed ears are accessorized with a stud on each side, gold with red stones. A cursed hell ring on your middle finger on your left hand, and your neck is left empty. Not a necklace in sight. Showcasing that perfectly smooth skin i wanted to mark as mine.

Being one of your father’s closest members of Hell’s Court gives me certain benefits. One, I’m allowed to be close to you without being pushed away from your bodyguards. I hired them after all.

The downside though, is that your father constantly pesters me about you, telling me that we would look so good together, and how much he wants grandkids and if I have any interest in you. Of course I have an interest in you. your fucking gorgeous and the bane of my existence. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen, and the thought of you being mine drives me crazy. The thought of a murderous high demon falling in love with the princess was atrocious.

But we live in Hell for fucks sake, I’m here for a reason and I can do whatever I please. Keep it together, Killian, I snap at myself, scolding myself.