Years had spun past, along with countless gifts and letters. The Council of Angels was growing ever so suspicious of Ashton's constant lack of a bride. He had turned down many suitors, refusing to marry one he did not love, and refusing to admit that he'd fallen deeply in love with the one who'd written to him. At this time even Matt had grown suspicious of the letters that now piled in a dresser in the king's room, but he never questioned them being kept considering Ash never left the castle. Behind the king's back, he decided to contact a minor god of love. While it took ages for a reply due to the busy nature of the god, the reply was less than exciting. The previous suspicions now turned to fear and worry. Were these letters really coming from the King of Hell? It couldn't be true, but the god of love was never wrong and that was what Matt feared most. It was believed that a magical book contained every person in existence, pairing th
Nearly a week after the letter had been sent off, The council of Angels had gotten word of Ashton's secret lover and had been investigating into the matter. It was quite normal for the Council of ten to be involved in all matters pertaining to the thrown, and when the current king never consulted them, plans were already being made to replace him if deemed necessary. Matt was the first to catch wind of the current predicament."Ash you have to understand that this relationship would be a mistake. That demon would have full control and you'd be tossed aside!" His voice barely louder than a whisper."Matt you're exaggerating." The king dismissed. "You and I both know that's not how it works. The council is outdated and would be downright incompetent to challenge the thrown." Tossing the paper in his hands aside, he rose to his feet, nearly towering over his friend. Ashton wouldn't admit to his subordinate, but he'd already thought the situation over. If the council were
It was by far the coldest day in heaven that year, the first snowfall they'd had in centuries. A boy no older than eight was trampling through the fresh powder. "Matt, did you see that!" he called out excitedly to the nearby guard who only gave him asoft chuckle. The boy had built a poor excuse for a snowman, but he was happy nonetheless. He had been training day in and day out since he had turned four. The boy's father pressuring him into a life of royalty and responsibility. "Ashton, be careful not to fall." The guard chuckled, hiscoal-black hair falling just in front of hazel eyes. The little boy shook off beads of snow that clung to his silvery white hair, now messy and wet. "I'll be okay, I promise!" he called back,before pushing a larger snowball onto an icy pond. Ashton giggledecstatically as it rolled across the surface, soon to stop in the middle. Witha fewcourageoussteps, he carefully slid across the surface himself, pushing
"Hey Matt can we take a break? I'm dying over here." The male groaned, throwing down the sword in hand. Ashton was now 18, only a matter of time before he'd have to take the throne, and only becoming more rebellious as he aged.With a light chuckle, Matt leaned on a wall. "Fine. That's enough for today, but don't tell your father. He'd kill me if he found out I let you out early." These words cause cheers of excitement from Ashton.The younger male collapsed to the ground comfortably, giving a sigh of relief. "Hey have you heard about the treaty agreement? Father won't tell me anything about it." He asked curiously. The other male shrugged. "Its just another Heaven and Hell treaty. Nothing new that you need to worry about. Besides. Your father is terrible at bargaining especially when he can't use you as collateral."
It had been nearly a week since the former king had passed. Ashton had taken his place on the throne despite constantly rejecting the idea of ruling the entire realm. He was to be the youngest king to ever sit on the throne and the youngest to ever sign a peace treaty. A private room had been set up for the signing, only to be guarded from the outside. No one was the be allowed in but the two kings, much to Ashton's dismay and protest.Only hours before the Demon king would arrive, the angel sat in worry inside the private room, fiddling with everything."Why.... why do I have to be the one to do this? I was never trained on this. Nobody told me anything." He paced nervously around the room till the time had come. A guard came in to let him know that his company had arrived before leaving to let them in.
Weeks had gone by since the treaty was signed and heaven was running its normal routine. All except for Ashton, who was struggling to memorize every document that the library had to offer. He had all but forgotten about the demon king after constant reminders of the struggle that man would cause. There was more than enough time to settle down with any woman the council would give him. Not that he wanted one, but despite his newfound position, he had little rule over decisions such as procreation. The castle library was littered with books and secrets galore. It was known all throughout the realm as the only remnants of what had come before the first archon war. The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman spe
The light cooing of the owls filled the starry sky, few shadows following behind the king as he snuck his way out of heaven. Nobody was to know of his little escapade to hell, not even his closest advisors. He didn't know what he was to expect upon exiting the golden gates that he'd known all his life.Having slipped on a plain black hoodie and jeans, he'd hoped he wouldn't stand out once he reached the pits. Everyone had explained for years that it was a terrifying and depressing existence to live in. Not a soul ever dared to enter without reason. It was believed that demons were hateful creatures, relishing off the agony of others. He didn't believe this to be true, but it didn't cease the fear that bubbled in his chest.The path from Heaven to Hell was simple to cross despite its very gloomy and arid atmosphere. The split between the apposing realms was short, but noticeable. Dark skies of onyx stretched to every horizon. Some called it the Void, others believed it
Damien's POVHow could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to continue the act, but he could feel prying eyes on him during their most recent encounter. While it was true that he regularly had new lovers, refusing to take one in permanently
The silence of the castle was comfortable. Ashton had grown into his position quickly, despite many challenges along the way. He had continued his training with Matt, this time more rigorously now that he had a throne to protect. "Hey Matt. Why did you never marry?" The king asked in-between thrown punches. The other male chuckled in amusement. "I never wanted to. Besides, raising you took up all my time. Wasn't like your father was going to do it so someone had to step up." Ashton smiled gently."Oh come on you never saw anyone that caught your eye?""Of course I did, but sometimes it's better to ignore any urges that could put your duties at risk."The younger angel pouted, but understood what he had meant. There were duties that were to be held above all others, even over those you loved and cherished. A part of him wondered if Matt had done this in the past, choosing his position over a loved one. His thoughts were cut off by a punch that grazed his ear. "Hey focu
Nearly a week after the letter had been sent off, The council of Angels had gotten word of Ashton's secret lover and had been investigating into the matter. It was quite normal for the Council of ten to be involved in all matters pertaining to the thrown, and when the current king never consulted them, plans were already being made to replace him if deemed necessary. Matt was the first to catch wind of the current predicament."Ash you have to understand that this relationship would be a mistake. That demon would have full control and you'd be tossed aside!" His voice barely louder than a whisper."Matt you're exaggerating." The king dismissed. "You and I both know that's not how it works. The council is outdated and would be downright incompetent to challenge the thrown." Tossing the paper in his hands aside, he rose to his feet, nearly towering over his friend. Ashton wouldn't admit to his subordinate, but he'd already thought the situation over. If the council were
Years had spun past, along with countless gifts and letters. The Council of Angels was growing ever so suspicious of Ashton's constant lack of a bride. He had turned down many suitors, refusing to marry one he did not love, and refusing to admit that he'd fallen deeply in love with the one who'd written to him. At this time even Matt had grown suspicious of the letters that now piled in a dresser in the king's room, but he never questioned them being kept considering Ash never left the castle. Behind the king's back, he decided to contact a minor god of love. While it took ages for a reply due to the busy nature of the god, the reply was less than exciting. The previous suspicions now turned to fear and worry. Were these letters really coming from the King of Hell? It couldn't be true, but the god of love was never wrong and that was what Matt feared most. It was believed that a magical book contained every person in existence, pairing th
The silence of the castle was comfortable. Ashton had grown into his position quickly, despite many challenges along the way. He had continued his training with Matt, this time more rigorously now that he had a throne to protect. "Hey Matt. Why did you never marry?" The king asked in-between thrown punches. The other male chuckled in amusement. "I never wanted to. Besides, raising you took up all my time. Wasn't like your father was going to do it so someone had to step up." Ashton smiled gently."Oh come on you never saw anyone that caught your eye?""Of course I did, but sometimes it's better to ignore any urges that could put your duties at risk."The younger angel pouted, but understood what he had meant. There were duties that were to be held above all others, even over those you loved and cherished. A part of him wondered if Matt had done this in the past, choosing his position over a loved one. His thoughts were cut off by a punch that grazed his ear. "Hey focu
Damien's POVHow could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to continue the act, but he could feel prying eyes on him during their most recent encounter. While it was true that he regularly had new lovers, refusing to take one in permanently
The light cooing of the owls filled the starry sky, few shadows following behind the king as he snuck his way out of heaven. Nobody was to know of his little escapade to hell, not even his closest advisors. He didn't know what he was to expect upon exiting the golden gates that he'd known all his life.Having slipped on a plain black hoodie and jeans, he'd hoped he wouldn't stand out once he reached the pits. Everyone had explained for years that it was a terrifying and depressing existence to live in. Not a soul ever dared to enter without reason. It was believed that demons were hateful creatures, relishing off the agony of others. He didn't believe this to be true, but it didn't cease the fear that bubbled in his chest.The path from Heaven to Hell was simple to cross despite its very gloomy and arid atmosphere. The split between the apposing realms was short, but noticeable. Dark skies of onyx stretched to every horizon. Some called it the Void, others believed it
Weeks had gone by since the treaty was signed and heaven was running its normal routine. All except for Ashton, who was struggling to memorize every document that the library had to offer. He had all but forgotten about the demon king after constant reminders of the struggle that man would cause. There was more than enough time to settle down with any woman the council would give him. Not that he wanted one, but despite his newfound position, he had little rule over decisions such as procreation. The castle library was littered with books and secrets galore. It was known all throughout the realm as the only remnants of what had come before the first archon war. The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman spe
It had been nearly a week since the former king had passed. Ashton had taken his place on the throne despite constantly rejecting the idea of ruling the entire realm. He was to be the youngest king to ever sit on the throne and the youngest to ever sign a peace treaty. A private room had been set up for the signing, only to be guarded from the outside. No one was the be allowed in but the two kings, much to Ashton's dismay and protest.Only hours before the Demon king would arrive, the angel sat in worry inside the private room, fiddling with everything."Why.... why do I have to be the one to do this? I was never trained on this. Nobody told me anything." He paced nervously around the room till the time had come. A guard came in to let him know that his company had arrived before leaving to let them in.
"Hey Matt can we take a break? I'm dying over here." The male groaned, throwing down the sword in hand. Ashton was now 18, only a matter of time before he'd have to take the throne, and only becoming more rebellious as he aged.With a light chuckle, Matt leaned on a wall. "Fine. That's enough for today, but don't tell your father. He'd kill me if he found out I let you out early." These words cause cheers of excitement from Ashton.The younger male collapsed to the ground comfortably, giving a sigh of relief. "Hey have you heard about the treaty agreement? Father won't tell me anything about it." He asked curiously. The other male shrugged. "Its just another Heaven and Hell treaty. Nothing new that you need to worry about. Besides. Your father is terrible at bargaining especially when he can't use you as collateral."
It was by far the coldest day in heaven that year, the first snowfall they'd had in centuries. A boy no older than eight was trampling through the fresh powder. "Matt, did you see that!" he called out excitedly to the nearby guard who only gave him asoft chuckle. The boy had built a poor excuse for a snowman, but he was happy nonetheless. He had been training day in and day out since he had turned four. The boy's father pressuring him into a life of royalty and responsibility. "Ashton, be careful not to fall." The guard chuckled, hiscoal-black hair falling just in front of hazel eyes. The little boy shook off beads of snow that clung to his silvery white hair, now messy and wet. "I'll be okay, I promise!" he called back,before pushing a larger snowball onto an icy pond. Ashton giggledecstatically as it rolled across the surface, soon to stop in the middle. Witha fewcourageoussteps, he carefully slid across the surface himself, pushing