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I flapped my wings to corner a sinner in the back of an alley, just as I raised my spear to pierce the said sinner, I realized it was just a child. How could i kill a child? So i didn't.
I lowered my spear as an act of mercy, muttering for the cannibal kid to run, to hide. Right after that, I was gripped by my collar by the 2nd in command, Lute.
A burning, searing pain was the next thing I felt in my left eye then suddenly my face was shoved into the dirty ground, a foot rested harshly on my head.
"Sinful flith like you have no place in Heaven." That woman's words rang in my head, for what? An act of mercy? Isnt that what Heaven was suppose to be?
My glorious montone wings were ripped out of my back, my head throbbing in pain from the loss of my left eye as well as my black glowing halo.
Turning my head to see my boss chackling as he took my halo from his whore's hand. That wasn't going to stand.
I stood up, gripping my spear that had fallen nearby and with the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I charged forward and caught the pair off guard, stabbing Adam straight in his stomach and cutting Lute's left arm off. Fair is fair an eye for an arm.
Their scream of pain and agony was like music to my ears, I expected them to kill me but they didn't. They retreated, "EVERY EXORCIST, FALL BACK. CODE RED." He screamed as he glared daggers at me through his led mask. Cowards.
Ringing noises then filled my ears as more sinners left their home, their shelter to see why the extermination had ended much earlier then it was suppose to-
AH!” Vaggie jolted awake, looking around in her dark room, covered in sweat. Ah fuck. It happened again.
This same fucking scene kept playing in her dreams, the act she had committed 3 years ago, she had fallen to Hell with Hell’s respect, everyone knew her, who she was, what she did and respected her and now she was one of the strongest overlords without even owning a single soul.
The wingless angel groaned as she forced herself out of bed to go to her bathroom to wash the tiredness out her one remaining eye, to wake herself up from the same dream that had plagued her slumbers for the 3 years she lived in Hell, she didn't want to remember the torture, the abuse she went through but not everyone can have what they want.
The moth walked out of the bathroom, looking at the letter sent by Lucifer Morningstar, grimacing.
-Morningstar Palace-
“Dad? What do you need me for?” Charlotte Morningstar, Princess Of Hell and Heir to the throne asked, with a blank expression and a straight posture to her dad who sat proudly in his demonic seraphim throne, an ever long lasting sharp smile present on his face, full of pride.
“Charlotte! As you know, you will be gaining the status of Queen Of Hell..In a few thousand years!” The prideful man laughed condescending as his daughter cringed but hid her distaste.
“Just in case if you ever do take that title, I want you to rule and lead Hell’s region with a man capable to abide with. I have picked your future husband, you are now engaged with you boyfriend, Seviathan Von Eldritch!” The devil exclaimed with his hands in the air, one gripping onto his apple cane.
“What?! B-but he’s not my boyfriend! We broke up like 40 years ago when I was 16 in highschool! He's a dickbag!” The hellborn retaliated to which her father didn't treat too kindly to. He stood up, leaning onto his apple cane with straight posture and immediately shivers were sent down the young Morningstar’s spine.
“Yeah well his family is teaching him to better himself, to be exact, readying himself to be the King Of Hell just in case I ever plan to let you inherit the throne and I want them to be our inlaws then whatever whore you might be dating. You're now engaged and will be marrying him in a few months unless you have a partner that prove their use to me, the Morningstar bloodline and can actually check out all the boxes in my list, if not. Seviathan will be the king chosen by me.” The fallen angel spoke sternly, an overwhelmingly intense aura filling the room.
The red cheeked woman opened her mouth to fight back against her forced marriage but was cut off by the red cheeked man who lifted his hand up for silence.
“I'm not arguing about this, his family being our inlaws will benefit both of us and my liking and like i have stated, his family is training him to be ready if he ever gains that title, if you have a partner that can take on that role better than him then introduce them to me, Charlotte.” The suited man repeated his statement, in a more deeper voice to assert his dominance.
Charlie wanted to fight back but knew she couldn't, it would be a losing battle. She moved her head down to look at the ground before nodding slowly.
“Yes father.” Spoken in a somber voice, clearly holding back tears.
“Good. Now shoo, don't wet my carpeted floors with your tears and make the family proud, for once and not be an embarrassment.” the King said “I should have worn a condom that night.” Lucifer whispered to himself, loud enough for Charlie to hear as she left the throne room to return to the comforts of her bedroom before locking the door, sliding against it and breaking down into tears.