Welcome to a tale that deserves to be told...
A tale of two royals who came from drastically different backgrounds...
And a marriage that's doomed to fail...
Alright... Ok do I have your attention? Lemme just, hang on I need to... Ok we good? Fucking finally, took me way too long to set that shit up. I don't wanna put myself up to fuck it up anymore. Not again... Never again. Oh- shit forgot you guys are here- uh... What do I do... Uhh... Maybe uh... Oh. Wanna hear a story? 'Cuz I got a fucking doozy of a tale to tell, and honestly... I don't know any other time I'm gonna tell anyone this.It's a story about how a Prince, turned into a king, and banged this other princess from another blood line.
- You're not meant to spoil that bit ya prick. -
Oh... Shit... Ah well you probably expected that already.'Oh look, two people from different backgrounds get togethe-' Like we get the idea.But... Hear me out on this one ok?They're demons. Pretty fucking cool right? Ok. I'm gonna stop spoiling the main parts of the story, when I can just tell you it now. With that, let's get this fucking show on the road! _______________________________________
Hell...
Pretty fucked ain't it. When you've lived in Hell you're whole life, you get used to it pretty quickly. Even if you're a Prince of Hell. Still pretty shit regardless. I mean, considering there's plenty of other fuckers that don't have even half of what I do, which makes me feel pretty bad for them...Not! You really think I care for those shit stains? No! Although... I guess I kind of have to... Being the Prince ofthe Nightingale blood line means I've got to give at least a little shit for them. I've been putting it off for so long... W- whatever, enough about my fucking life story. I'm just gonna drop into what is happening, right now. So... Lemme catch you up to speed.
Present Day...
Ah, gambling. One of the few things I atleast appreciate in Hell. It's something that you can get away with, and if you're a shitty customer, then you get either kicked out, or knocked out. Either or it shuts them up. But since I'm a prince, the fuck can they do to me? It's not like they're gonna give me the boot. Hell, I could burn their ass faster then they can even give me a dirty look. Plus, being a prince, I can simply get what I want... Most of the time. It's mostly money but hey, I'm still a prince right? And when I gamble, I do it the same way I have done since I was little, go gambling with my best mate in all of Hell. His name is Flash and he's a fucking loose cannon. Like seriously, he could throw hands with Lucifer if you tell him 'No Balls.' Cuz he ain't afraid to do any kinda shit. This is him by the way, just a reference.
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Where was I... Oh yeah! Take a look at what I'm doing.
Like it was already mentioned, Y/N liked to go to his favourite gambling house in Hell, 'Raise The Stakes', with his Incubus companion and some other fuckers who wanted a run for Y/N's money. And it was Y/N's time to share the cards.
Y/N: "Alright settle down you crazy fucks. We got a lot more rounds of this, and I ain't gonna stop that train now. Not before the grand finale that is our final gamble."
