A/N: Not a lot of you may have noticed but I accidentally published this before quickly unpublishing it-and if you are one of the few people who saw my humiliating mistake please don't mind me being a clumsy ass and that what you saw was a hallucination I hope you forget about it goodbye I love you have a nice day
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Agonizing screams pierced and echoed through the scorching flames of the Underworld.
Demons that opposed the King of Hell, were punished by his wrath under Katsuki's authority.
Time passed by very quickly. Years have gone by since another war broke out in the Underworld-meaning it had been years since he last saw you.
Lashing out everything his ruby eyes laid on along with fits of screams, the demon dominated the area of war.
Until a particular bright flower caught one of his opponents attention. It was adorned on Katsuki's right side of his chest.
Flowers bearing lush colors such as the one the Demon prince had was odd and out of place in the Underworld.
So with curiousity, it reached out it's sharp and long claws towards the earthly plant known as Verbena.
When it came dangerously close, Katsuki slashed his opponent's arm, making it screech in pain as smoke came out from the open wound.
"Hey hey! Not the flower asshole!" He growled.
The blond demon clicked his tongue, glaring at it before eliminating its existence.
Kaminari, one of his subordinates, laughed. "You really took that flower with you to hell?"
"Shut up." Katsuki spat.
He had no clue how long it had been since he last saw you. Considering he was at war with the rebels which took place in the Underworld.
Kirishima awed. "Go off, your eminence!"
"Seeing the results, we've done more than enough in eradicating the rebellion." Sero reported.
"As it should." Katsuki spat as if stating the obvious.
Does that mean he can go back and see you again?
Katsuki immediately shook off the idea, thinking it was humiliating of him to think so.
Though the thought lingered longer and deeper in his head much to his disapproval.
. . .
"Esteemed King of Hell, we have returned."
Katsuki's voice echoed through the halls of dark matter along with bones of skeletons and ashes, forming an eerie atmosphere within the throne room.
