My Demon king over the blue hills

mountain features

SIX MONTHS AGO

The Blue Hills with hills that seems to be kissing the sky, with green grasses

and pure soils and tall oak trees that could shield you from the sun with every

wind that blew brought the mountains to life. Every tiny bit of jewel at the top

of the mountain shimmered and reflected the light, like a crown on the demons

head . The silver gates were being guarded by the demons angels and patrolling 

the area preventing any foreign invasion .

Every sunrise was like a curtain slowly lifting its veil to uncover the beauty within.

This place looked like a beautiful blooming flower or perhaps, it was the hidden 

thorns on the limbs of the flower that no one would want to touch   afraid of 

ruining its beauty. Cirrus was a mortal who went on a family trip to the blue hills

for the summer. The following night as Cirrus was going to bed, she herd a piece 

of stick cracked she jumped up and said ''who's their'' no one answered. she went

back to lye down, then she herd a growl in the bushes and a shadow in the corner. 

It said to her ''what are you doing in my mountains'' in a angry voice, Cirrus replied

saying ''I'm not saying anything until you show your face'' It came out of the shadows.

''you are the most handsome guy I've ever seen'' cirrus said. The powerful demon 

looked twenty six as that was the time he chose to stop ageing. But in reality he's

a hundred and twenty five years old. He was a charmer with midnight black hair.

''Hi I'm Cirrus''

''What's your name?''

''I'm Demetre''