Raglan could not hide his joy and his beautiful face broke into a more beautiful smile."Deal," Raglan said also as he took Hazel's hands in his, his large hands enclosing her dainty, small ones.Hazel's expression was the exact opposite of Raglan's. Whereas he was smiling, her face was rigid with anger.'This time, you're my mission and I will make sure I finish this one,' Hazel promised herself in her head as she shook Raglanm"I will let you be for now. The maids will come and attend to your every need. And I suggest you get as much rest as you can. Tomorrow will be a busy day," Raglan said to Hazel and he was right. There were a lot of things she needed to know if she was to pose as a demon and just so little time to learn.He did not know how his parents will behave if they found out that his date was an earthling.With that, he got up from his chair and walked towards the door but he stopped midway as if he remembered something.He then looked over his shoulder at Hazel and said
Hazel came out from the bathroom to find an outfit laying on the bed for her. She didn't have to be told that the maid had brought it in for her.If she had a say, she would pick something entirely different but the fashion sense in the underworld was probably a century behind earth —or maybe ahead, she couldn't tell.The dress looked like the type of garb Raglan wore. The dress looked as dreary as the entire realm looked.With a heavy heart, Hazel moisturized herself and adorned the garb prepared for her. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face sallow and gloomy matching the bleakness and dreariness of her dress.She looked like a princess of death and the only things missing were a little sprinkle of blood and a crown of human skulls."You look exquisite ma'am," The maid said to Hazel with a bow of her head.Hazel almost let out a yelp as she had not seen the maid there just a second ago. Didn't they walk through doors in this realm?"Please go on and finish ma'am," the maid b
'I'm at the center of a ritual!' Hazel thought to herself more in awe than in fear as the six women moved side to side as they hummed in a very eerie tone. If she had known she would end up being part of a demonic ritual, she would have canceled the entire deal and taken herself directly to hell. Raglan had told her she was going to learn their ways, he had not told her that singing and dancing with the undead would be part of it. Hazel was fuming. There was no longer fear in her. The anger and shock at what was going on had chased the fear out of her. "Free your mind of all those silly thoughts in your head," The same shrill voice from that particular woman whispered sending chills to Hazel's body. She was more scared of what the woman had said. 'Could she have read my thoughts?' Hazel wondered to herself. "Yes," The shrill voice came again but this time she did not hear it with her ears as she did before. She heard it in her mind. To prove to Hazel that she truly could read m
Hazel's reply left Raglan too stunned to speak. He just stood there watching her.Tears rolled down Hazel's eyes even though her eyes were looking at Raglan with defiance.The atmosphere as the two of them stood watching each other was charged with so much electricity one could almost hear the cackling of the current.Raglan knew he was not on the list of Hazel's good books but he wondered what the reason for her outburst was.He was going to ask why she felt the way she did but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.A woman scampered into the room right where Hazel and Raglan stood.She bowed her head in reverence and said, "Your Lordship.""What is it?" Raglan asked, the tone in his voice livid, as he kept on looking at Hazel."Um..." The woman stuttered as she trembled from the fear of being the receiver of Raglan's wrath."Have you lost your tongue?" Raglan barked at the woman this time looking at her.His eyes looked like the depths of hell itself, blazing red hot with flames
Hazel was amid obscene horror. Everywhere she turned, she was faced with a more worst scene than she had seen the last time.It was one thing to be in a sex party and it was another to be in a demon sex party.Screeches and howls from satisfied or hurting demons came from every side, moving with the eerie music and making an ultimate haunted experience.Hazel stood frozen her legs unable to move till she gasped in fright when she felt a cold, bony hand caress her shoulder."Come with me," The raspy voice of the demon who had kidnapped her said.Hazel whimpered her heart beating at an otherworldly pace.Despite his invitation for her to come with him, Hazel found it hard to move her legs.The demon did not request for her to follow him again. He just grabbed her dainty hands in his deformed ones and started to walk dragging her behind him.'How would Raglan know that she had been abducted?' Hazel wondered to herself, her heart thumping as she trailed behind him past bodies of demons in
The entire hall was frozen in fear and horror as Raglan's fist descended on his uncle over and over again. From the expression on his face, he wasn't going to stop until Lucas was nothing more than a lifeless husk devoid of life. He aimed to annihilate his uncle from the realm and into the one of no return.Nothing and no one could stop the prince of death when he was this blinded by bloodlust."Your Lordship!" A horrified voice rang out from behind Hazel.Hazel looked away from the horrific sight before her towards the voice. It was a man seemingly cloaked in darkness, his face hidden by a grotesque mask. On his chest was the only thing of him that wasn't black, the insignia of the reigning King of death or so she thought would be the ruler of this place of darkness.How she knew this very detail was strange but she was certain that was what the insignia stood for."Stop his madness!" He roared, appearing before the ongoing Carnage with an inhuman speed. Hazel, already more frighte
As Raglan walked down the hallway, a smile danced on his lips.Whatever had just happened with him and Hazel was something he could not explain but it was something he knew was good because he felt good.His black heart was shimmering with joy. It was true what had always been said, 'A little joy was strong enough to cure an evil soul'. And he could scream down the dark corridors of hell how cured his evil soul felt in that very moment.He was shocked when Hazel asked him to get the couturier for her.He had been thinking of what to do with the banquet especially as he was considering letting Hazel off his plan.He had been feeling so guilty knowing that he had been the reason for her pain.Finally getting to his room, he sent for a maid."I want you to go and take good care of the lady in the red room, " Raglan said."If she needs anything or if you notice a slight oddity in her, I want you to report to me immediately no matter how minuscule it may be," Raglan added.He was suspectin
Hazel had considered running behind the huge statue of a Gorgon that stood a few feet away from the door to Raglan's room but there was no time for that.She only knew that Raglan's mother was already near the exit when she heard the clicks of the heels of her entourage.So with the little strength she could muster in a short period of time, Hazel composed herself and stood facing the door with a slight smile on her face.She had heard nearly all that had been said between Raglan and his mother. She had come to his room to see him on the issue of their new contract when she had heard the oral battle that had been going on.She knew Raglan's mum did not want her here.She also knew that her life in this realm was not safe.She had thought her only problem was how to find a way back home. She never knew that her major problem would be surviving this realm.The huge doors in Raglan's room swing wide making Hazel start with fear.Then the imposing figure of the Queen of Death sashayed out
"No!" Hazel's screams resonated through the walls of the midwives' workshop. Against their will, the midwives had lain Hazel on the worktable and had tied her limbs down to the table. One of the midwives took a cloth and started to stuff it into Hazel's mouth to muffle her screams. "Leave her mouth free. I want to listen to her screams," Raglan's cold voice echoed in the room, stopping the midwife. "Please Raglan! You can take my life but let this child live! He is innocent! Please!" Hazel pleaded with Raglan. "I should let the bastard child live?" Raglan chuckled. "I am putting an end to the lives of all the bastards in that family. Including the whore that dared bear him a child," Raglan said with such contempt his face contorted with disgust. Tears spilled down Hazel's face. She couldn't breathe. She knew this was likely going to be her end, but she had hoped she could escape. But she refused to give up on her son. Hazel continued to beg, offering her life in exchange for
Days had passed and Hazel was getting better and better in her skills as a princess of death but it wasn't as fast as she would have wanted it.Her baby would soon be out and she knew that the moment that happened, it was going to be the end of her.She worked harder in the small room she had created for herself, hoping to be able to restore her life to earth before the baby came. But all of these were difficult for her, especially since she had to avoid Raglan's mother by all means.Hazel had tried her possible best to steer clear of her. She knew that she hated her and she made sure she never had anything to do with her.But Raglan's mother made it her duty to be in Hazel's business. She found excuses to be around Hazel and to be part of her life and though Hazel tried her best to avoid her, it was not possible.As she finished her training with her instructor that day, Hazel slowly made her way to her room to rest but as she took the final bend, Raglan's mother immediately appeared
"What?!" Hazel squeaked, her face confused as to what she had just heard.Raglan held her by the shoulders his face lit up with a joy that she never believed could exist in the realm of darkness.He shook her as if to wake her from something."Hazel! We are in love! We now have a child on the way! All that's left is for us to get married!" Raglan said trying to connect some imaginary dots.Hazel knew she could not do this. She had endured the past weeks pretending to like him. Getting married to Raglan was going to the extreme and she was not sure she could survive it.With the same speed with which his face had lit up, the joy on his face dimmed out and a sadness replaced the light."You don't want me?" Raglan asked his voice pricking Hazel with the amount of pain that was in it.Hazel sighed.She knew this was not going to be easy. For her to secure what was hers, it was required of her to make certain sacrifices and this was one of them.With a weak smile that did not even touch he
Over the next few days, Hazel and Raglan's relationship blossomed.Raglan was so happy and he made sure everyone knew about him and Hazel –including his mother.Hazel was still trying to wrap her mind around how she became a girlfriend to the prince of death. The person who had taken away the joy from her life.Hazel had not factored a relationship between her and Raglan into her plans. She had envisioned a totally different trajectory for her plan and she was not happy with the way things were going.Raglan made sure she spent half of her day with him. He tried to make her move to his room but Hazel refused.Staying with Raglan meant she would have to have sex with him and that was something she dreaded happening.She however had been forced to be intimate with him.They cuddled in bed together before bedtime, and they kissed quite a lot –although she tried to find ways to avoid kissing him there was only so much she could refuse for her plan to really work.She did everything intend
Hazel spent the next twenty minutes thinking and rethinking her plan. 'What if it fails?' she asked herself. She knew that was a useless question to ask herself. She knew exactly what would happen if her plan failed. But there was no way she was going to back down. She placed her hands on her belly, rubbing it. She had to take the risk for the child's sake and his father's. With that in mind, Hazel got up and marched to the bed where Raglan lay lost to the world. He looked much more beautiful in sleep and he looked much less like the evil bastard that he was. Hazel looked at the left side of his chest. She knew he had no heart but she wished he had one so that she would have the satisfaction of impaling his heart just as how he had made her do so to all those Alpha's just for his selfish reason. Raglan was lucky she did not know how to send him to hell, she would have done it there and then. Rather, she got on the bed and started to try and take off his black tunic. It was no
She stood before the master of ceremony her entire body weak with fear.The master of ceremony turned back to face the crowd and then he rose both of his hands up into the air and then announced in a low voice, "It is time."As if on cue, the whole room erupted in a terrifying chant.The master of ceremony hurriedly walked away leaving Hazel standing in the middle tears running down her face as she witnessed the ritual happening around her.She could not move as she knew doing so will be fruitless. There was no possible way she was ever going to be able to make it out of the place without being caught moreover she was stuck there in fear.The blood that had been running past her legs started to flow faster.The chants from the demons grew frantic and the symbols on her body started to grow brighter and brighter making her body look like it had been set on fire.Hazel could feel a terrible presence in the room one which was more terrible than all the demons put together. This was follo
"When you said the entire realm would be present did you mean it?" Hazel asked Raglan as soon as Persia landed in front of the four walls.Raglan turned and looked at her dropping the reins. He could see fear spread all over her face."No, I didn't mean it literally," Raglan said to her. "Those who will be in attendance at the banquet are only royalty and those who matter. The rest will be celebrating it at other places."Hazel nodded, her anxiety was a tad bit relieved by his explanation."Shall we?" Raglan asked and he held out his free hand.Hazel nodded then took her hands off the chariot where she had been holding tightly for her dear life.Her legs were still wobbly from her experience but she willed herself to stand steady.The ride had been a bumpy one and many times, Hazel's stomach threatened to hurl out the contents of her stomach but she fought to keep it down.She clasped her hands once more in front of her and Raglan took ahold of her elbow guiding her down the chariot.
"You look so beautiful," Raglan said looking at her with eyes that were full of admiration."Thank you," Hazel said with a warm smile."So do you," She added and her comments were more than just mere flattery. Raglan looked really handsome even though he was dressed in intimidating attire. He had swapped his usual cloak for a tunic, black as night. Underneath the tunic, he wore what looked like chain mail armor, and in his left hand was a scepter that was shaped like a scythe, one very similar to the grim reaper's.There was something in Raglan's eyes as she looked at him. It was a look she had seen before but not on Raglan and it was weird that he had that look in his eyes as he looked at her.Her heart made a little flutter and she had to caution herself to keep her cheeks from reddening. She had to stay focused. The life of her child depended on it.Raglan also tried his best not to look into her eyes. That was very strange as he had never for once been timid before her or anyone
Hazel had lost track of time as she lay on the bed while her body was tattooed with a bunch of symbols she could not decipher.She had spent the time drifting in and out of sleep and when she woke up the last time, she was shocked to see that they had only even covered the front her neck to chest area, and her arms.It was now she understood the maid's issue about time.She wondered why just drawing figures will take so much time.She decided to glance down at what they were doing so she tilted her head down.When she did, she felt a sense of foreboding come over her.Something in her grew cold as a strong feeling of fear seized herAlthough she could not decipher the symbols drawn on her body, she knew that they were something extremely evil."What are these?" Hazel asked her voice more of a whisper."These are the truths of ancient times," The maid said, her voice very quiet as if in reverence to the symbols.Hazel did not know what she said but she did not ask further.She moved a