When you love your mate to her existence, you're doomed. And when Basilea was fading away, I knew I was going to lose her and myself.
I didn't want her gone. I needed her, she was my life. How was I to function without her now? How was I to live without her, after knowing how good it was with her in it?
*****
This was not hell, this was worse than hell. This was another heaven's way of torturing me after casting me down to hell. My head was not functioning, it hurts too fucking much. My heart felt like it was ripped apart, shredded to pieces until reality meant nothing anymore.
Basilea was the only focus, everything else was unimportant background noise. I didn't care, I just want her to wake up. I
Mate bond. It's scary when you actuallyshareda heart. The fear of knowing that you are responsible for your mate's life, for his future, and that when you die, he too will meet his demise.Despite what he told me, deep down I was not sure that I was worthy. I am a lesser being, a demon succubus. Despite that he's fallen, he was still an angel. We are creatures that should never be bonded, let alone shared a heart.*****A week after my resurrection, I have been veering off-topic. I didn't want to discuss our bond. The last time we did it was the day after my death when Gerold came to us and basically told us everything that cemented my worry about his future.There was
Love. Loyalty. Immortality*****Twodecades later"You're my king, you'd do it anyway," Basilea laughed as she sped up, fleeing, leaving me behind with her pet dragon."Oh, now you're just testing me, my queen." I teased the second I reached her side.We were roaming the hellish sky. It was our favorite pastime the moment Basilea was able to spread her wings and fly with confidence. Brontes, her favorite pet dragon would accompany us. We'd fly to take our minds off, and we grew closer to each other with every passing year. Even with decades behind us, we still find it exciting to spend time with each other. Always finding
Armand's POVI hated Ranulf for not killing me. I wished that he did and be done with it. The loss that I felt for my angel had not lessened in all those decades. But when Rain was there, my mind was healed, he had made the hurt go away.Those couple of days that we spent together were easily the best I've had in decades. I was a ruler of the least popular kingdom on the west side of the hellish region. I've had no urge to join the battles of other kingdoms, never feel the need to.My warriors were there to defend, never to attack. I was never motivated enough to broaden our territory, yesterday was the first battle I had our warrior engaged in. I was prepared to die, and my legion was aware of the situation, and they wanted nothing but to follow me to their deaths should we fail in getting Rain back."... you need to stop moving. You know, you should be thankful that he spared your life, he had changed a lot since master Rain. They said that he's the one..." the demon succubus was put
The strong stench of the blood of my elders was the distinct memory that I remember from my past. I was barely reaching adulthood when my parents were annihilated. Gone was the kingdom that I belonged to, my throne forgotten.I was the princess of the demon succubus and her king, the heir who lost her wings as they cut them off to make sure that I will always suffer for my kind.*****It has been less than a week since I stayed in his kingdom. The dark, quiet surroundings were strikingly different from Ranulf's kingdom. There's no sense of grandeur in Armand's, strangely I feel pain, and sadness as if this palace was built for isolation. I decided to take a leisurely walk around the palatial structure, I've done this a couple of times already, and it doesn't matter where I ended the aura has been the same. Eerie, quiet sadness, aside from the clinking metals and the chatters of his warrior demons and generals. I've heard about his kingdom, Maven told me the history of his castoff ki
It's strange how losing your lover and being cast down to hell can change your view on your existence. Still being immortal, now living in a place where I once frowned upon, a place where lesser beings remain. I did nothing wrong but fall for the most beautiful creature I ever laid my eyes on.I thought she loved me, when I realized she was with me just to make Ranulf jealous, I was hurt. I had warnings but decided not to listen. And now I'm paying my dues as Armand, the fallen angel.*****Looking at Basilea sitting alone was kind of confusing, she did ask to be left alone and now I was wondering. I don't think it natural for a demon to feel sad, she's a succubus, a wingless one. I've learned that she had survived the great annihilation of her whole family, and was taken under King Eustace's protection, the king who reigned before Ranulf's time. I tried not to ask about her wings, but imagining the decapitation and what it must've felt like to her body, I shook my head and decided t
Never would I imagine having the feel of being respected ever again. Losing my throne and my lineage had rearranged my perspective and expectation of my life.Since king Eustace took me under his protection, I had been stripped down of my royal privilege. I was torn, hurt, and many times wished that I was not cruelly spared. Wingless, throne-less, and all alone, I kept on surviving day after day.*****A month had passed that I was living in King Armand's kingdom, under his protection, respected by his followers. It feels weird, but I didn't tell him that. I kept it to myself, attending to my pet dragon in my little tower. Brontes, my fierce young dragon who is the only dragon in the kingdom had let me sit on his back a couple of times. He took me to the sky, flying low to enjoy the warm breeze but high enough to taste the peacefulness of the hellish terrain. It may seem meaningless but I was loving our little getaways and Armand was letting me have my time. The most important thing
I was in love, it was perfect. Until it was not and I became a fallen angel. Then I fall for Rain and for the second time I was a fool to think that someone will share the same feeling as me. That's why when a certain demon succubus starts making me feel things, I put all my effort into pleasuring both of us, sexually. There won't be a third time to fall in love. I've learned my lesson.*****"My King." Titus greeted me the moment I took my seat at the throne."How's everything?" I've been patiently waiting for his report regarding yesterday's ambush to the dragon lair. I left Basilea still asleep in my bed, I had my rest, though I still feel a bit tired from our intense sexual activities, at least my wound was getting better. "Our army is in good condition, no casualties, just bruises and lacerations, all curable. The dragons are the same nothing our healer can't fix." He reported, smiling, no doubt feeling satisfied that he finally had his dragon army."Just keep in mind the drago
The kingdom is my isolation, my punishment. I was banished down to hell because of my feelings. But Basilea is a demon, what could go wrong, right? Wrong. All of it was wrong. History had proven to be true. I was no match for my angel, not loved by my handsome werewolf and now, I need to shake any feelings towards my one and only harem. Easier said than done.*****I busied myself with my generals until I recognized the need for them to rest when we have worked well into the night. Following the situation, I was back to my chamber not long after where Basilea had waited. The demon succubus looked graceful in my royal blue color. Her curves were perfect, her sway was enticing, and her gaze was making me hard in seconds. She walked toward me and put her hands on my bare chest. "Seemed that I've upset you? please accept my apology." Her words were soft as she kissed my chest and then glanced at me, searching for a hint of anger. My hands rest on her small waists, rubbing her bare s