power cities of the 17th century. It was also renowned for being as ruthless as Hell itself in some parts, these depending on its ruler of course. It was also a place that demons were naturally unwelcome, vampires included and that was just fucking fine with me! As I had enough shit to deal with in my own world than having to deal with my people crossing over into theirs.
However, that didn’t mean that the crossover didn’t go both ways as many of my people were of an Elemental breed. But seeing as I was far from being racist to these kinds of beings, I often welcomed the loyalty offered, Pip being one of them. Something that quite often offered an interesting addition to my power force, something that I was about to rely heavily on when looking for my girl. But then my rule here was quite different than that of the mortal world. Which was unsurprising really, given that Hell wasn’t exactly an easy place to rule. It also was the reason I was known as the Tyrant King of Blood and Death, a title only earned through brutality as was the nature of Hell. Because down here money didn’t talk, pain did. Pain and death were used like a currency and what you were buying was only ever one thing…Power.
If there was one important thing my demonic father had taught me was that the more powerful beings you ruled over, the stronger you were in that rule. Of course, it wasn’t like mutiny never happened, for in this, Lucifer had learned this lesson more often than not. The worst of which being less than fifteen years ago. He had also proved why it was dangerous to have any weaknesses that anyone may be able to exploit. A hard factor for a being like Lucifer to face, especially when he learnt just how much of a weakness claiming his Chosen One could be. A lesson I myself had learnt, and for a once cold-hearted bastard of a King, finding fear was never easy to face or to conquer. A battle of the heart for a warrior only built for spilling blood on the battlefield and being a bringer of death, wasn’t easily won, for it was mainly a war fought within yourself.
But I had played the selfless act for years and now that I had tasted all that was her, there was no going back. The claim had been made, even though I knew the cause of all her danger was me standing at its chaotic core. Which was why I knew that down here I would have to play things differently if I wanted to reclaim her and keep her safe at the same time. For if my enemies were to discover who she really was to me, then I would only end up putting her in even more danger than she usually was when in the mortal world.
This meant that putting every resource I had down here into trying to find her was going to be tricky seeing as I wanted to keep her true identity from this brutal world. One ripe with enemies not to just my throne but to her father’s also, for she was a Princess to a hated King by many and a Queen to a hated King by even more.
Fuck, but could things get any more complicated?!
It didn’t take me long to realise where I was, and the sight didn’t exactly surprise me. After all, I would forever be drawn to this place and whatever portal I stepped through would have recognised that pull of energy. Which was why I was now stood on the border between the forest and that of my castle in the distance. The colossal dark blue obsidian crystal shards had been risen out of the ground by Lucifer’s army of witches. Those and any mage that had enough magic that it served him enough to keep them around. Gods, but even the word magic was one that I loathed, and the reasons for this ran deeper than my current hatred for the bitch out to destroy me. But being topside for as long as I had then the word just sounded so juvenile compared to the raw and dark power that could be produced, and right in front of me was the proof of that.
This was my gift, the Devil had said that every King needs a castle and just as much as I was Lucifer’s