Being a child of Death and Destruction itself was an odd situation to be in, I wondered. In fact, I wondered what it was like for Guest lots. On one hand, she lived in Hell, and it was... Quite warm in the warmer months, and, well, below freezing in the colder ones. On the other, however, she is the princess here and lived in the castle, she was treated like the royalty she was.

Being royalty means that she has the most dangerous monsters—like me—at the tip of her perfectly manicured clawed fingers. Being royalty means pointed ears and pretty white horns sprouting from her head. So different to my own black ones but so similar. Being royalty means being half demon.

Guest stands beside Samael in the throne room of Infernum Castrum, looking absolutely delicious in that black dress of hers. It contrasts perfectly with her pale skin and white horns. Her matching black crown sits in between said horns, and her shoes are black with blood red on the underside of the heels. Her pointed ears are accessorised with two hoops and a stud on each side, gold with red stones. Her fingers have thousands of mortal dollars’ worth of rings, and her neck is left empty. Not a necklace in sight.

Being one of her father’s closest members of Hell’s Court gives me certain benefits. One, I’m allowed to be close to her without being pushed away from her bodyguards. I hired them after all. The downside though, is that her father constantly pesters me about her, telling me that we would look so good together, and how much he wants grandkids and if I have any interest in her.

Of course I have an interest in her. She’s fucking gorgeous and the bane of my existence. She is the prettiest thing I have ever seen, and the thought of her being mine drives me crazy. The thought of a murderous high demon falling in love with the princess was atrocious.