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Black Flame: A Demonic Romance
I am the demon king Exodus, the lord of hell and all its powers. My subjects worship me as they should but I do not long for the endless power my title commands me. I never wanted this thrown and even now I despise its very existence.
My late father, upon his dying breath bestowed upon me the title of king. My older brother Mathius is far more qualified to be king. As the chief operative general of Hell's Army, he is the most feared demon in the underworld and yet I am stuck with this mundane task.
I would have gladly given my status over to Mathius but he humbly declines, he too like myself is apposed to the thrown. It has become clear to me he enjoys his freedom, being able to hunt down the scum of both hell and earth, torture them all with a smiling face. I envy him.
Most would ask why I do not step down...that is easy. My eldest brother Thanatos...he is a hungry blood thirsty power whore. For him to take the thrown would turn the underworld to peices. I am the youngest of six older brothers and yet I was the one choosen by our father.
But as I sit upon this thrown my mind wonders to those days on earth, when I was free. Free to live a normal life, able to go as I please and no one expected anything from me...well almost no one. She was the object of my affections, the light of my dark dank life. While Thanatos and his rogue followers went in search of me simply to make sure I never returned, my brother Mathius was also in persuit to return me to my rightful place before the underworld fell in the wrong hands.
I however didn't care...the underworld was nothing when I ran to the surface to be with my lover. She was a sweet girl, ripe age of 18, quite young compared to my 300 years of life, who would have thought that a devil the very king of hell would fall in love with a mere mortal. Ah but she wasn't any mortal, I later found the reason behind the infatuation; the attraction. She smelled of an angel. All demons, ghosts, ghouls and devils run to the pure light of an angel their life essence a supple food source. However I did not want to devour her like so many others, I wanted her to be mine. Mind, body and soul...
But how was I to know, that upon promising my undying attention to her that I would unknowingly bring about our downfall. Thanatos was hot on my trail as was Mathius to return me to my prison. I had no clue that the young mortal angel was the savior of worlds we waited so many centuries to be reborn. With the blood of the most high coursing through her veins it was blasphemous for me to take her virtue but it beakoned to me, it called and every day I spent with her it drove me crazy until I couldn't take it any more. I made her mine....
But shortly after consumating our coupling, a unexpected turn of events occured. The riot of the blood, the most feared bloodline that our family holds was awaken in me that day. It just so happened Thanatos found me, wrapped in my lovers arms and he dared to raise a sword to her. Like hell... I went into a rage; everything was blurry but I remember blood plenty of it. People I didn't know some I did, I'm most certain I hurt those I had come to call friend during my reign on earth. The last thing I remember was my lover's warm lips upon my then I woke up in my chambers.
I long to return to the surface to see her but Mathius is against it and has been monitoring my movements non-stop. I'm quite certain it has more to do with the fact that Thanatos has yet to return to Hell. After the riot of blood and my untimely return, all traces of Thanatos have disappared. Along with I cannot sense any traces of my beloved. No where on earth in hell and I even beseeched those of heaven to give me word of her whereabouts...nothing.
It matters not, I'll find her and we will be reunited, or I swear on the blood of my ancestors there will be hell to pay!
...BLACK FLAME: A DEMONIC ROMANCE...
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I am the demon king Exodus, the lord of hell and all its powers. My subjects worship me as they should but I do not long for the endless power my title commands me. I never wanted this thrown and even now I despise its very existence.
My late father, upon his dying breath bestowed upon me the title of king. My older brother Mathius is far more qualified to be king. As the chief operative general of Hell's Army, he is the most feared demon in the underworld and yet I am stuck with this mundane task.
I would have gladly given my status over to Mathius but he humbly declines, he too like myself is apposed to the thrown. It has become clear to me he enjoys his freedom, being able to hunt down the scum of both hell and earth, torture them all with a smiling face. I envy him.
Most would ask why I do not step down...that is easy. My eldest brother Thanatos...he is a hungry blood thirsty power whore. For him to take the thrown would turn the underworld to peices. I am the youngest of six older brothers and yet I was the one choosen by our father.
But as I sit upon this thrown my mind wonders to those days on earth, when I was free. Free to live a normal life, able to go as I please and no one expected anything from me...well almost no one. She was the object of my affections, the light of my dark dank life. While Thanatos and his rogue followers went in search of me simply to make sure I never returned, my brother Mathius was also in persuit to return me to my rightful place before the underworld fell in the wrong hands.
I however didn't care...the underworld was nothing when I ran to the surface to be with my lover. She was a sweet girl, ripe age of 18, quite young compared to my 300 years of life, who would have thought that a devil the very king of hell would fall in love with a mere mortal. Ah but she wasn't any mortal, I later found the reason behind the infatuation; the attraction. She smelled of an angel. All demons, ghosts, ghouls and devils run to the pure light of an angel their life essence a supple food source. However I did not want to devour her like so many others, I wanted her to be mine. Mind, body and soul...
But how was I to know, that upon promising my undying attention to her that I would unknowingly bring about our downfall. Thanatos was hot on my trail as was Mathius to return me to my prison. I had no clue that the young mortal angel was the savior of worlds we waited so many centuries to be reborn. With the blood of the most high coursing through her veins it was blasphemous for me to take her virtue but it beakoned to me, it called and every day I spent with her it drove me crazy until I couldn't take it any more. I made her mine....
But shortly after consumating our coupling, a unexpected turn of events occured. The riot of the blood, the most feared bloodline that our family holds was awaken in me that day. It just so happened Thanatos found me, wrapped in my lovers arms and he dared to raise a sword to her. Like hell... I went into a rage; everything was blurry but I remember blood plenty of it. People I didn't know some I did, I'm most certain I hurt those I had come to call friend during my reign on earth. The last thing I remember was my lover's warm lips upon my then I woke up in my chambers.
I long to return to the surface to see her but Mathius is against it and has been monitoring my movements non-stop. I'm quite certain it has more to do with the fact that Thanatos has yet to return to Hell. After the riot of blood and my untimely return, all traces of Thanatos have disappared. Along with I cannot sense any traces of my beloved. No where on earth in hell and I even beseeched those of heaven to give me word of her whereabouts...nothing.
It matters not, I'll find her and we will be reunited, or I swear on the blood of my ancestors there will be hell to pay!
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