-TO FORGET A LOVE-

If the World Were to End, The Day After Tomorrow

This was never meant to last, never meant to even start, but oh darling, the depths of tartarus I would walk through to see you smile.  (This is a story I wrote a while ago, and I still adore these characters here you go :] )

The war had started days ago. And I prayed to whatever stupid beings permitted this, for it to be over soon.

I was in a tent, one of the only ones we had set up. My eyes were dreary with sleep, and my body was not any better.

Keaunu entered the tent, his face a mess of dirt and blood. Dark hair falling in front of his wild and bright green eyes.

"News?"

"I get word that there are more coming from the east."

Demon hunters. Their numbers have grown significantly in the past years. My father- If I can even call him that- was a demon king. Βασιλιάς δαίμων. He had ruled over most if not all of the underworld. Gaining the title of -UNHOLY RULER- Me? I was some cross breed that somehow gained a lot of his powers.

I grew up as a human, in the Overworld. Some place for monsters to "get it on". My mother was less than polite to me, hence the reason I am commanding a war instead of finishing my senior year of high school.

My powers are less than developed. And I'm honestly not sure how I got to this point in my life.

So, Hi. My name is Natashas Chambers, though more often recently, I've been called Cirill. A righteous name according to demons. I am seen as a King. A holy ruler who somehow killed my father and inherited his place.

I didn't sign up for this.

But it was now my obligation.

This out-of-a-storybook world I now lived in, both fantasized me, and scared the actual shit out of me.

Back to Keanu. He was the one who got me into this. Granted I would rather it be him then some other person out for my bounty.

He was dumb enough to find me in my washed up life. It's honestly hard to remember how it happened. It seemed so far in the past.

*Lil recap moment*

Keaunu- or as I originally called him- Kyle. Was a Demon Knight. Raised to fight for the king of demons, the trial for speaking or acting out was death. He had helped me kill the king.

I seemed so dense back in those days. Those days with Liam, my ass of a mother, and Keaunu. I was naive enough to trust him. He had found me at night, and taken over the mind I already lived in myself.

You see, "humans" who I was very much perceived as, have weak and unstable minds compared to those of a monster's. Mine however, was different. I was able to happily escape to my mind at any moment, though it did leave my physical body limp and lifeless in the real world.

Me and Keaunu traveled across the country together, all the while finding more out about each other. He grew to know how feeble my mindset was. Growing up abused couldn't have been the most productive thing for the Daughter of a King. The most powerful King in the lower realm.

I had killed countless monsters, demons and others alike. All now bow down to me as "The one who can hold the sword".

"The sword" In question, is a sword that permanently kills a monster, whereas normal weapons- when enough damage is given- will only temporarily send the monster to tartarus.
Keaunu was my companion through all of this. Losing my brother and eventually my father who I never cared for. I can't deny that I had grown feelings for him.

But from experience, it is very difficult  for demons to harbor any emotion other than lust. And it intrigued me how- human like Keaunu is.

Keaunu sat heavily behind me, the nest of blankets we called a bed underneath him. I turned in my chair towards him.