"When that pretty little heart is finally yours, I want it ripped from her chest with no mercy. I want to see the look of betrayal in her eyes knowing you, the one she loved, was the one to bring her to her knees." //
When an evil demon king wants t...
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"We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours" (Megan Coates).
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Matthias' POV
My father sat on a golden armchair,his gaze overlooking the large window that looked over the whole land. The skies ran crimson in this time of day, slowly making their way to a deep violet soon to be followed by a dark obsidian. He sat eating the deep red cherries that held the pits, placing the insides of them within a white china glass next to him. As a demon, he could not taste the cherries, but he fancied tying the stalks of them with his tongue out of boredom.
He averted his eyes to me, a grin spreading on his lips. "Matthias. I wondered where you were. A busy night with the queen I'm guessing?"
"I suppose you could say that." I took a seat on the couch next to him, placing my hands in my lap. I felt a bit offended. Had he even worried about me? I always worried about my father when I was not by his side, and I always questioned if to him I was just an easily replaceable pawn.
"I'm thinking it's going well, is it not?" he asked, popping another cherry into his mouth with ease.
"She invited me back for dinner tonight. She thinks I'm a hungry orphan." I said, watching his movements.
His eyes widened. "That easily? I thought this would be much, much harder. That was a genius idea, Matthias. What a way to evoke her sympathy! You definitely got the best of my genes." He reached into his pocket, tossing me a small bottle. "Here, drink this again. It's to mask the scent of your powers but it's a new formula so it'll last longer."
I flustered, feeling my father beaming with pride. I opened the bottle, downing the tart taste. I didn't feel any physical effect on my body, just the bitterness as it went down my throat. "That reminds me, I can't sense any of her powers. It's odd."
"It was the same way for myself too." he sighed. "You'll have to stage something to get her to reveal her powers."
"But how-" I was interrupted as my father stood up, rolling his eyes.
