A Temple of Shadows

The Cursed Princess and The Fucking cult Leader

Cw, drugs and implied s/a

I agreed to go with him.

This feels so wrong, it IS wrong but I can't help myself. Airi even said so and I can't say anything because she's absolutely right. If there were red flags to stop at, then I've ran all of them, and it is far FAR too late now. It's like that Jiaang myth of the invisible string tying you to your forever soulmate or a moth being irresistibly drawn to a flame. Something within me awakens whenever I'm near Baku. I feel like something terrible will happen if I say no to him. Whether it's a good or bad thing I don't know. But from what I've been taught about immortal mating bonds-this feels a lot like it. As ridiculous as it sounded talking to Airi about how I was attracted to him-I genuinely believe it.

I'm not one to be nervous but I have chills as I'm paraded around a hall full of high demons, all of them taller, more powerful, probably several thousand years older than me and coming from just about every far fetched corner of the Asan continent-They are clothed in just about everything you can imagine-suits, robes, hats, headscarves, jewels. Me and Baku's black dress suits fall into the whirlwind of colours. The constant chatter, loud music, and sound of footsteps is slightly unnerving too, but I also bottle that up. Walking with Baku's strong grip at my side, I keep my head up, trying to look as confident and put together as possible. (or as possible as you can be when you're surrounded by literal demons). Although he doesn't stop to talk to anybody, whenever we pass someone he makes sure they notice the hand around my waist, like a dragon establishing its territory. It works because the other demons mind their own business and continue with their drinking and conversations. The look in Baku's face is clear-I'm his prized obsession, I belong to him and him only. The cursed princess and the fucking cult leader.

"I didn't want to bring anyone else here but you," he says, looking at me adoringly with those piercing, icy blue eyes. Those eyes, the sharp edges to his face, how much older he looks, how is it possible for someone to be this hot? And be mine? I'm sorry but it's true-iffy relationship or not. "I've had other shinobi before, other flings with outsiders but it was never like you. I love you Kai. You're my favourite little demon. I want you to be with me forever."

He bends down to kiss my forehead and those words echo in my head. (and under my breath).

Favourite.

Favourite.

Favourite.

His favourite little demon.

"So. what exactly is this secret demon party thing?" I ask him, looking away and playing with my fringe to hide my blush.

"It's exactly what it is. A party. For fun. Us Asan demon lords aren't planning war crimes all the time you know" he adds with a smirk. A voice so calm yet laced with poison the same time. It's infectious. (and a little scary I'll admit.)

"Just a party though? You guys are demons."

"Oh no, not at all" he sniggers.

"In what way?"

"You know... demonic drugs. Sex. Violence. We enjoy orgies too, especially those of us with incubus blood. I have something planned for us later love, if you were wondering" he adds grinning at me suggestively.

What do you mean by that?

"Well that's-interesting..." I stutter out. Why did he bring me here? Does he want me to do-that-too??? I am suddenly very aware of the fact that I am-inexperienced when it comes to that stuff. No shit, I'm fifteen for fucks sake. I shouldn't be worrying about this at all, so there's nothing wrong with the fact I don't feel ready. But here I am, in a relationship with a demon lord, a thousand years older than me. It suddenly dawns on me how not normal this is, how not normal and how fucking stupid I've been to get in this situation, I need to leave now-

But something else in me says no. This is the right decision. I would be a horrible person to leave and disappoint him. And it's better this way, being with someone older. It makes me look more mature-which I love. And I'm in love with him. He's gorgeous. To give him up would be the real stupid thing because who else would love me this way?

"Are you ok?" Baku asks me, concern in his icy tone. I notice we had stopped walking.

"What do you mean-Oh." In my panic I had lost control of my shapeshifting and was suddenly aware of the fact that I was baring fangs in an unsettling way and had wings sprouting from my back. I laugh it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought this would be more appropriate to fit in with the demons, don't you think?"

"You're right. And its a lot more-attractive." He removes his hand from around my waist to gently brush a finger along the membrane of one of my wings and I can't help but shiver as heat rushes through my body. As much as I love my wings they are-sensitive. And I mean very sensitive. Normally I wouldn't want anyone to touch them like that. Even with Baku I feel uncomfortable, but I'm scared to say anything, I'm so overwhelmed. He doesn't stop there, in fact he continues to do so and it just about kills me. Are we actually going to have sex right now, in the middle of this crowd with everyone watching? Or even joining in? (I flashback to the "orgy" part.")

Thankfully that's not happening. Well, at least for now anyway. "And later darling?" he whispers into my ear, sending another shiver down my spine.

"Yes. I can't wait," I lie, faking a smile as an added bonus. I quickly change the subject. "Uhh-anyway... I'm kind of hungry. Where's the food?"