"This is the story of a demon girl, who fought the hero and ended the world, and while she looks so happy and cheerful there, all she really wants to do.. is cry." [adapted from "story of a girl"]
Chapter one: My New Hell
You Bokoblins, guard the front, I don't care what your doing currently stop.You, random demons standing around and doing nothing, help Ghirahim over there." Orders spewed from my mouth as I strutted down the hallway. This was me, Fate, the queen of the demons.
"My queen, the king wants to see you." A demon says from my right.
"He always wants to see me, whats new." I state in responce. I was headed that way anyway, might as well stop in to to see him.
I reach is door quickly not even bothering to knock before entering. "Yes king Demise?" I ask apon entering
" Good to see you are doing so well, thriving in your new home." He states not lifting his head from his work
" Not like I have much of a choice now do I." I state coldly glaring at him and crossing my arms.
In an instant the demon is infront of me, his gigantic hand grasping my throat and pinning me against a wall.
"Ghirahim!" He calls in a rough voice never once taking his eyes off me.
"Yes King Demise?" He asks shoked to see me in such a position.
"You are to take Fate out and give her five lashes, understand." Demise states finally ripping his gaze away from my ice blue eyes
" As you wish my King." Ghirahim states but I can tell that he is worried for me, and wondering why I am to be punished.
The king dropped me and soon was back at his desk. Ghirahim gazing down at me, his dark eyes filled with consern.
"Well are you going to help me up or stand there like a useless bokoblin?!" I ask trying to sound tough but failing when my voice cracked.
He offers me a hand which I greedily grab at, not caring for mannors at the moment. With out another word, of glance back the two of us walk out and through hoards of Bokoblins to his manor. He always punished my in his home instead of publicly.
"Thanks Ghirahim." I state when we enter. The look he gives me tells me that he is both angry and conserned all at the same time.
"What for m'lady?" He asks a hurt edge to his voice
" Come on Ghirahim, you know it's all just an act that I put of for the king." I plead
" Yes, I know but it hurts all the same." He responds reaching for the whip " I am very sorry about this."
" Your doing your job, I Understand."
What seem like hours go by as the sting of the whip tears the flesh from my back, five lashings turning into ten, each strike burning and tearing more flesh than the one before.
" Ow." I groan as I push myself up from the laying position I have fallen into. My back burns and throbs of pain run though it. I am all to aware that this could have been much worse, and that the blood that was spilled could have been doubled if King Demise had punished me himself. Ghirahim doesn't question what he had just done, no he knew better than to do that. He instead looked like he wanted to cry for a moment but steeled his expression quickly. He had feelings for me for the longest time, just as I had and still do. Moving quickly he hands me bandages and a new dress. By now this had become routen for my lashings, as they came often and my back was usually just getting healed by the time I earned another.
Ghirahim soon went to work peeling the old dress off me, now not a problem to me. It was a shame the dress had been ruined, it was one of my favorites; a black dress that came knee length and was loose and flowy around my hips. It looked torn at the bottom because of the design and was really pretty, Ghirahim had even gotten it for me.
After about twenty minutes my back was wrapped and I was fully dressed again. Ghirahim offered me a hand and I gently took it standing wobbily.
" Your acting diffrent." He states plainly noting my sudden gentle touch.
" Ghirahim," I start, unsure of how he may react " I don't want to be with the king. I want to be with you, I love you and i am tired of denying myself that." I finish my phrase by pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"My Queen..." He trails off staring me in the eyes with his dark lust filled ones.
"Please, It's Anna."
Authors note: Okay, well this is pretty much just a one shot... but there is alot of blood shed..
anna: Al'beit mine.
me: Don't be so bitter, your living with the demon king, a little blood spilt is the least of your problems.
anna: w-what?!
me: Oh, you'll see! now let me finish my note! *clears throat* anyway, I hope you like it and found it entertaining-
Ghirahim: I am a Demon Lord I am not here for your entertainment.
me: Ah, yeah you are...
Anna: FINISH WOMAN!
me: RIGHT! Anyway, this was losely based off of a roleplay thingy a friend and I did, and the idea came from that so I can not take full credit for this wonderfulness. Well a big thank you to her, hopefully she doesn't hate me for basing this off of that since this is nothing like that....
Ghirahim: she should...
me: *slaps him* Shut up before i get the whip out.
anna: *cower*
me: 'til next time! Oh wait! Demise do the honors!
Demise: Mikumustang does not own Ghirahim Or I, she only owns Anna and her general story line.
me: CYA!
