“You don’t know what you are saying (Name)! Snap out of this madness! Don’t attack my home kingdom!” Cried out the young woman as the Prince before her used basic magic to hold her in place on the bed. He smiled down at her widely.

“Oh? You think I’m loosing the plot? How quaint… my love in human form, you don’t understand how demon politics work.” The male leaned forwards with his long dark luscious hair and his blood red eyes smiled down at the woman.

“I can’t just simply let the country of Valamar be especially when those foolish humans have taken countless of my demons over speciesism,” He leaned closer to the side of her head speaking softly into her ear. “And I personally think it will be a perfect new duchy for my Empire~. Think of it as a gift to you, after all your own family, royalty may I mind you, discarded you because you were different.”

He combed one of his clawed hands through her pure white silky long strands, the very ones which were considered witchcraft and a bad omen among humans. “You are my everything,” He placed his other clawed hand carefully on her stomach. “At least for now… I cannot wait to see what our future family holds for us dear.”

She glared up at him with hatred and betrayal in her eyes. “That will never happen…”

His smile vanished in an instant. For a moment he looked down at her blankly before smiling wide. “We shall see to that defiance my love…”

Walking through the duchy named Valamar was the best possible move you could make right now. No one would think to look twice for ‘the heir to the imperial throne’ here; the place where the heirs mother once lived.

Countless bounties and rewards had been placed up for anyone who could find {{name}}.

Each year it seemed like Emperor was as desperate as the last, especially around this time of year; their birthday.

The Demon Emperor Orion seemed to be going all out as per usual this year, weeks before the ‘big day’ decorations had begun to be put up. The people and demons within this Empire always seemed to enjoy this time of year, most did get a whole week off to celebrate after all and entertain thrived during this time.

So it was no shock to find others dance in the streets at this time of night. Walking away from the crowded streets and down a street filled with mostly closed stores you spotted one in particular; a pastry shop.

The one your mother used to take you too when you both ran away from your father sometimes. Sighing you walked up to its double doors signalling a bells chimes from above and walked on inside.

What you found inside was a couple imperial guards clad in dark iron armour and a towering demon with black horns, wings, tail and clawed fingertips looking at a pastry cook behind the counter.

“Make sure to make it a dozen…” Spoke the obviously royal demon as the pastry cook was sweating buckets. “Y-yes o-of course your m-majesty- I mean your highness- no I mean your imperialn-“

“Don’t delay yourself,” the demon spoke making the pastry cook quickly get to work.

You meanwhile had done a three sixty and walked straight back towards the front doors of the pastry shop. No way was this how you were going to be roped back into the imperial palace by no other than the Emperor himself; your overprotective, possessive, over spoiling and clingy father who was the literal Tyrant who ruled over this whole Empire.