As she turned from a vulture to her human form, her black cloak covered her body. She walked into the gates of hell and looked at the wounded army, laying everywhere, treating their wounds. Hell was cold and the rivers; dry.
"I do not think he would heal, my lord," A demon told Beelzebub as Leviathan lay in his dark chambers, hidden from light, from other demons. Beelzebub got up from his throne, "I warned him that love would kill him," He stopped abruptly as he looked at her long, slender figure covered in the cloak. Walking down the stairs, he reassured her that she must be patient, for he delivered her last wish to her, so he would deliver this too, but right now, right now he was sick.
Leviathan, they said, had gone senile.
And weak.
"You demons! I like a fool, trusted you blindly. And yet again, you have let me down,"
Beelzebub smiled, "Your trust shall not be severed,"
She walked up to him, "Your inferior couldn't fulfil his contract, which means, you must, in return, give me a boon,"
Beelzebub nodded, "Ask,"
She removed her clock and stood before him, naked yet full of blight. Her dark hair covered her skin as she smiled, "I want to be born as a mortal,"
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Dear Ms Lady Demigod: Twelve Days To Doom
FantasyIn the search of her goddess mother who abandoned her on birth, Jevelene leaves behind a cold Italy to the magical kingdom of Alkinshime in the icebergs of North Sweden. But what she ends up finding was completely beyond her fantasies. A demon and a...
