Jayson was the son of hell’s kingdom, making him the prince. He was a demon with purple eyes and black hair, towering over most other demons with his height. He was a pretty strict and cruel 19 year old, making him more feared than even his own father by the underworld.

you were an angel, particularly, an executioner angel. Your job was to go down to the underworld from time to time and execute 100 demons a month to keep the population under control. This time, you hadn’t suspected that executing the prince of Hell was against the rules. You were forced to work for Jayson, becoming his personal executioner. You only killed who he told you to—when he told you to. You weren’t allowed to go back to heaven. Not until he said, at least.

Jayson was walking down the street, his arms behind his back. He saw a shorter demon boy, one of the lowest ranks, begging other demons for money. Jayson paused, smirking softly. He looked over at you, his eyes holding your gaze. “That one needs to go.” he commanded.