Who could love a Demon?

Prologue

Life in Draemachaeus wasn't the prettiest nor the most safest, in all honesty it was a struggle to survive each and every day under the rule of the mad Demon King. Who might this king be you ask? He is my father. He was once a proud King who ruled over the once prosperous Kingdom but...upon being betrayed by his own wife he turned his back on the world and became hateful. I was but a young girl when it all happened but I do remember the agonizing screams of my mother as he tortured her body until her soul left to join the Great Beyond. After that night everything was silent, laughter could no longer be heard on the cobble stone paths, the once boisterous market was dead except for the occasional rat that scurried about looking for scraps and the smells of wondrous foods was now replaced by the smell of cattle and feces. I am the princess of the mad Demon King, I am his only heir and soon I will have to replace him once he is ready to step down from the throne. With each passing day by fear climbs, am I ready for that day to come? Am I ready to take over my fathers throne and continue his tyrannical rule over Draemachaeus? No. I don't think I'll ever be ready, I wish to not see my people's downcast faces as they grovel at my feet, I don't want to order the knights to tred into town to kill innocent people who struggle to survive in the declining economy. Oh father...how I wish you would change your ways, how I wish everything could go back to normal when mother was still alive...like how when I was innocent and pure and not whatever it is that I am today. What did you do to me father? What creature have you made be become? Why do I lust for the taste of blood so much, why does the thought of murder excite me?

I hate myself, I wish I could die but alas he won't let me. My father, King Demetrius will stop at nothing until everything and everyone around him has been destroyed. At times I can't help but feel pity for him as sorrowful tunes from a piano echo through the empty corridors, once upon a time we were a happy family with a joyous kingdom but everything has gone to waste. I must prepare myself for battle, I am the kings champion so I must fight in the arena and lead the battles straight into enemy territory. I have become just like my father, a power hungry murderer bent on the realms destruction. So why do I write in this diary speaking of sorrow and wishing for change? Even now as I write the words flowing forth from the ink make no sense, perhaps I have gone mad just like my father. Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation as I have trouble staying asleep, the screams of my victims haunt me at night as I witness their deaths all over again. The sweet girl I once was is no longer, in her place is a hungry beast yearning for the consumption of flesh. I hope one day a brave soul might strike me down before I become Queen. Then perhaps a righteous being may take the throne and bring peace back to the kingdom once more. Peaceful thinking I know as it will never happen but one can hope...right? Well diary I think this is all for tonight, I have a big day tomorrow as I have been tasked to sneak into the enemies territory and assassinate the royal family. It will be no easy task but as my father says, it's for the good of the kingdom. Goodnight Diary, perhaps I will write in you again tomorrow to speak of the treacherous things I have done yet again.