Fallen Love

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Third Person POV

The Nether Lord and the now fallen angel appeared inside a room, more specifically, a throne room with an obsidian throne on one end of the room with rubies decorating it and bloody red cushions.

"Welcome home my little bloom~" the sinister king purred as he held his tense prisoner tightly in his grasp.

(Y/n) snapped her head at all directions before trying to pry herself off his hands, succeeding after a few hard pulls, taking fast steps away and snapping her black wings open.

"Why am I here?! What do you want from me?! You torment me with a flower and take me from my home to your own for what?!" She asked loudly, demanding her questions to be answered, done acting polite to him.
"Now now, no need to be so loud yet~" he teased, smirking at the growl that escaped her throat.
"Get to the point already" she growled angrily.
"I thought it was obvious by now. You're special unlike the rest of those boring angels and I couldn't help but keep you for myself. Besides, it's about time this kingdom got a queen to look up to but it couldn't be just anyone. My people need someone strong, independent and able to hold their ground when faced with something far more worse than them. You've proved to be all of those, you're perfect for the position of the second Netherian Ruler" he explained.

(Y/n) stood there, dumbfounded. She was waiting for him to admit he was lying to get her reaction and probably drag her away to his dungeon but no, he was dead serious.

"No. No no no no! I did not agree to this! I'm not meant to be a queen! I don't even have royal blood in me!" She yelled, not wanting to believe this.
"Doesn't matter. I've made my decision and I'm not letting you have a say in this anymore. Besides, it's too late to go back to your old home" he simply said, hands behind his back.

She huffed and looked down in anger before realising something. The Aether did not allow demons to enter due to their sinful nature but she wasn't one of them. Well. Not fully anyways. She hadn't even done anything sinful yet.

"You're wrong" she looked back up with a grin, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
"The Aether doesn't allow demons to enter due to their sinful nature. I'm not a demon, I'm still part angel and I've committed no sin, therefore I'm able to go back home" she held her chin high in triumph.

Herobrine growled, his eyes glowing brightly in anger before teleporting infront of her and grabbing her neck. She gasped she gripped his arm, desperately trying to make him let go but he was far more stronger than her and her kicking didn't help her one bit.

"You're going to stay here and rule the realm with me wether you like it or not. Your wings and angelic nature means nothing to me, I'll find a way to break it and you can kiss it goodbye. Besides, you think I'm stupid enough to leave the barrier unguarded knowing the possibility of you escaping?" He grinned evilly at her gasps for air and fear in her eyes. It absolutely delighted him.

Once he felt satisfied he let go of her neck only to wrap an arm around her smaller body and trapping for arms on her sides as he used his free hand to move away some of her hair and revile her neck

"However, it wouldn't hurt to know exactly where you are at all times or your plans of escape~" he purred as he buried his face at the crook of her already slightly bruised neck.

Her breath hitched feeling his lips on her tender (s/c) skin as she fought to get him away but it hopeless when his free hand grabbed her hair tightly and kept her still. He let out a dark chuckle hearing her scared whimpers before it turned into a pained scream the moment his teeth sunk in, breaking away the skin and small drops of blood oozed out.

She felt sick feeling the thick, warn drops rolling down her neck and the scarlet colour freaked her out, knowing it was coming out of her own body from a wound she wished she never got, especially from him.

When he was satisfied once more he pulled away, licking the excess blood and mumbled some words in an ancient language she didn't recognise. Those words changed the mark, turning it into a symbol of dominance.

She trembled in his arms and felt her consciousness slip away as her eyes closed and her mind shut down.

The very last thing she heard echoed in her mind and haunted her slumber

"You're mine now, my dearest queen~"