Who could love a Demon?

Chapter One

My name is Natasha Crescimanni, I am daughter to King Demetrius Crescimanni and this is my story. I was born and raised in the castle, I had a older brother but he was killed in combat when I was but a baby. My mother was a elegant and beautiful woman, her hair was fire red and she had the most brilliant emerald gaze in the realms. She would always tuck me in bed and sing a lullaby as I fell asleep, as I grew older she would teach me to read and write as well as how to ride horseback. Everyday we would venture into the kingdom, the Baker would give me a sweet roll each morning and I would play with the commoner kids when my mother was busy with business. Life was good, it was peaceful even until I heard shouts echo in the corridors one night. As a curious child I snuck out of my room in a night gown to see what was happening, the sight that flashed before my eyes was most dreadful. The scene that occurred before me was with my fathers hands around my mother's throat. He yelled at her in a tone that I had never heard before, tears leaked forth from his eyes as he gazed down at his queen who struggled to breath. My gaze dropped down to her bare stomach which was larger than usual, was she perhaps eating too much? I lingered at their door, watching silently with fear as my father got up from the floor, he still grasped my mother's throat with one hand as he dragged her over to a table. He grabbed what appeared to be a blade and in an instant he was plunging the object repeatedly into her writhing frame. She cried in agony as her blood splurged forth from the multiple wounds, she begged him to stop but he would not as it seemed her pleas did not reach his ears.

I stood there and watched as he kept plunging the blade into her body even though she had stopped moving altogether. At the feeling of a dampness on my face I reached up to discover I had also been crying throughout the entire ordeal, with a quiet sniffle I turned around and walked back into my room, I crawled into bed and laid there for what felt like hours until I heard the sounds of heavy boot falls approaching my room, I continued to lay there as my bed shifted from a person sitting down upon the mattress edge. I felt my fathers hand comb through my hair, his ragged breath was the only sound until he leaned down to place a kiss upon my cheek. "You are all that I have left my little dove." He murmured this quietly against my forehead before he stood up and exited my room. From that moment forth everything changed, he was distant to me and the once peaceful man turned hateful towards everyone around him. Public executions were held as he killed off his old council, he deemed them traitors and eventually he found the man who mother had cheated on him with. Father had informed me that mother had left to be with another man and was heavy with child, I knew the truth but I simply nodded in response. I knew mother was dead, I knew that unborn child would never grow up and I knew that from now on everything would be different. I was forbidden to leave the castle and that I would start training immediately so that I could wield a blade. My life changed drastically but I adapted quickly to appease my father.

As the years passed by I grew into what many described me as a beautiful maiden, I had long obsidian hair like my mother's but my orbs were a golden sunrise color much like my fathers. My skin was sun kissed from years of training outside and my body was well toned from constant exercise. Many suitors asked for my hand but each one was rejected, my father had no interest in marrying my off to some noble as he had much better uses of me. Each person in the realm could turn into some creature, my form was that of a large wolf with orbs that emitted hellfire, my very being radiated heat from the depths of hell. It was a rare thing and my father had every intention of using it to its full potential. I was stronger than most and with this ability I was perfect for fighting, with my affinity of fire I could light my opponents ablaze and decimate my enemies with a single breath. I was a killing machine and I was quite good at it, my father saw my potential and pushed me to keep training so that one day I might be of use to him. He was correct. At the sight of me people quack with fear and I quite enjoy it, the satisfaction of smelling their fear and seeing them grovel on the streets as they beg for the lives amuses me, my father has taught me that anyone will sign their loyalty to you as long as they fear you. I've come to notice this as I've taken down neighboring kingdoms, people pledge their loyalty to me and wish to train underneath me but I know it's only to save their skin. No one will ever be loyal to me and those that pretend must die.
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Natasha Crescimanni is a force to be reckoned with, she demanded respect from everyone but hardly ever gave the same acknowledgement to others besides her father. She stood at a normal height of 5'4" and weighed in at 132 pounds, she is pure muscle from the rigorous training she puts herself through so she's at her peak performance when it comes to battle. Her long locks are the color of obsidian and her blazing gaze is the hue of a rising sun, her attire usually consists of dark leather clothing with a sword strapped to her waistline. Today she was summoned to the council room by her father, apparently there was something important going on and that he urgently needed her input. *He always needs my input on something...blasted old man.* She thought this to herself as she stalked down the corridors, the armor that decorated the halls seemed to quack as she hurried past them, she was not one to dally about especially when she had other things to do besides listening to the rambles of old men. Upon reaching the double oak doors she shoved them open with ease, the the room immediately silenced, each council member glanced in her direction, apparently the King hadn't told them that he had called for her. Typical. With a huff she made her way over to her father, his hair was obsidian as well but speckles of grey were beginning to appear, age was slowly gaining on him. His orange orbs looked her over before returning back to the council members as he gestured for her to take a seat besides him. She did so and leaned back, her orbs curiously glanced over to her father as he stood up from his chair and spread a map onto the table so all could see. "I have great news everyone, I have noticed a way into our enemies castle. Along the back wall there is a single gate, if we can get a few knights through there they can let down the draw bridge, raise the gates and we'll be set from there on out." The Kings voice was rushed with excitement as he pointed out certain areas of interest, *It could work...but there is also a high chance of failure.* Natasha rubbed her chin in thought as her gazed upon the map, she took in each and every detail to see if perhaps she could come up with a better idea.

She leaned forward over so slightly until an idea popped into her churning mind, "I know exactly how we can get in!" She raised her voice just slightly as she abruptly stood up from the chair. She pointed towards a section of the map where it displayed a moat, she had remembered that upon inspecting the terrain she had noticed a small door there, it led straight into secret tunnels that were carved about in their enemies castle. "There's a door here, it leads to multiple secret passageways. If we get a key from one of the guards we can get in through this way. It's a lot easier and while the men that tagged along with me open the draw bridge I can hunt down the royals and kill them." She looked towards her father to see his expression, he nodded his head in just the slightest of manners as he thought over her plan. "I like it. It's much more solid than my plan. In favor of my daughters plan say I." Several I's echoed in the room as the council members all nodded in agreement, it was a good plan, a solid plan. She would have to get ready and see which men would accompany her into enemy territory. "I would like to speak with my daughter alone, you are all dismissed." The council members all bowed to their king before rushing from the room, within moments the sound of the door closing could be heard. Natasha looked to her father, curious to know what he was thinking. "Brilliant as ever daughter. Bring three trusted knights with you, we attack at nightfall." With this single command the King stood from his chair and exited the room without another word, Natasha stood there for a moment, pondering on who to take until an amused smirk crossed her features. She knew who to take, they weren't going to enjoy it but she couldn't resist bringing in a couple pals to ensue chaos in enemy territory. With a chuckle she left the council room and began to head towards the barracks. This would be most interesting indeed.