Not Your Average Demons (Male Reader!!!)

Prologue: A Time Before The Present

The sound of footsteps pounding on the damp floor of the Daemos forest was evident, the hooded figure's labored breaths coming in hurried huffs. They looked behind them to see their castle in flames, the distant shouts of the castle workers echoing throughout the night. As they began to run again, they looked down at the child peacefully sleeping in their arms and the young boy who held onto their forearms. The infant's soft breathing and peaceful state put the figure somewhat at ease, but they couldn't afford to stop right now.

As they rushed through the thicket of trees and bushes, they heard a sound akin to twigs breaking from the right. Pausing to ensure they didn't discover something, they looked in that direction, squinting their eyes to get a better look. After a few seconds of being unable to discover anything suspicious, they continued onwards to their intended destination. What they didn't notice was the pair of eyes that appeared behind some trees.

As the hooded figure and the children came to a little house in the woods, the figure made a gentle but high-pitched whistle. As the sound dissipated through the air two men appeared from inside the house, weary of the hooded person. Then the two noticed the children and the elaborate designs on the figure's hood and kneeled. The taller man was first to look up at the figure.

"Your Highness, w-what brings you here?" he asked, perturbed. The hooded figure sighed.

"Before we talk about that, would you mind if we came in?" they asked, pointing towards the inside of the house. The other man nodded hurriedly. "Of course, right this way!"

As they entered the house, the hood of the royal gently fell off their head, showing the features of Crown Princess Amira. She had long, black hair that framed her back perfectly and glittering (e/c) eyes with little flecks of gold. She had sun-kissed (s/c) skin that glowed under the light of Daemos' Moon, and long, curved silver horns that sat perfectly on her head, a small, ornate gold ring placed on the left horn.

She sat down in a little armchair placed close to the fire and gently laid the baby in her arms on her lap. The young boy sat at the base of the armchair, gently laying his head on his mother's leg. The baby rustled slightly but continued to sleep soundly in his mother's arms. The princess looked toward the two humans sitting in chairs across from herself before speaking to them in a hushed tone.

"Thank you, you two are very kind for letting me stay here," she began, looking at the two with gratefulness.

"Of course, your Highness. Anything for the princess. Now, if you wouldn't mind my intrusion, what is the reason for this lovely visit?" Princess Amira looked at them with a grim expression, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she looked at her children. She gently stroked the top of her son's head, looking lovingly at the little Daemos' face. His small (f/c) nubs barely poked out the side of his head as her older son sat comfortably at the base of the chair. Then, she began to recall the events of the last few hours.

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"Your Highness, we have a situation," said the voice of the head Guard, General Zane. He had just walked into the Princess's chambers where she was attempting to put her son to sleep. She gently placed her son in his crib before looking at the General.

"What is it?" She asked, concern evident in both her voice and facial expression. She approached him, her hands neatly set in front of her and her posture poised. She was royal in every sense of the word but still could not manage to hide all the emotions she felt; it made her vulnerable and weak.

"There are protesters in front of the castle. They don't seem to be doing any harm as of now however, your father told me to come and protect you and the child, just in case." She nodded, settling down on her bed and heaving a deep sigh. The General stood by the doorway, clearly trying to say something to calm the nerves of the Crown royal but ultimately failing. Amira looked at him with a smile, seeing that he was also nervous, and beckoned him over to sit next to her; he complied.