My Werewolf Boyfriend one-shots [ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ]

You're My Soulmate (Pt. 1)

Demon!Trent x Fallen-Angel!Sebastian

In ancient times, there's a powerful demon King, the King has known ruthless and cruel to whoever dare disrespected him and his orders.

But then years and years later, he got weaker and weaker. No one knows what happened and worried because if the king died, Heaven might take the chance and slaughter all the demons.

They tried to look for the cure but none of it help. That was until..

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∞Sebastian's POV∞

Run. That's all I could do. Running away from this horrid place that I call 'home' once. "There he is!! After him!!" I keep running. 'I need to get away from those guards'.

If you're wondering why I'm running away from them, that's because of my stupid black wings that I was born with. They say I'm just the spawn of evil and they held me captive, I couldn't take it anymore so I ran away.

looking around my surroundings to find some hiding place. I caught a glimpse of a cave entrance in the corner of my eyes.

I took a sharp turn as the angel guards slammed into a giant sacred tree. I run in the cave entrance, only to find a dead end. A holy arrow shot through my shoulder causing me to scream in pain and my blood bleeding down to the ground.

"Nowhere to run now you spawn of evil, now be a good bo-" suddenly a darkish light appeared. "O-oi it's the hell gate!! Run!!" The other guards start running away before I got the chance to run. I got pulled in. "N-no! Wait! HELP!!!" I'm falling down as red surrounding me.

Oh yeah if you asked me, did I regret running away from the palace prison only to get pulled in hell? Yeah.... maybe.

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There was a quick knock at the door, echoing throughout the room making Trent's headache even worse than it already was as he groaned loudly, rolling onto his side. He hated the feeling of being weak and useless. He was the King of Hell after all.

And now he couldn't even move his body around without the feeling of death eating away at his corpse.

The King getting weaker each day and no one could figure out why. No healer in the underworld could work out exactly why their King getting ill.

His large raven wings were dropping and the tip of the feathers slowly turning grey, he hated the feeling of his strength slowly left him and disappeared.

He feared that if heaven finds out about his illness, the hell is doomed. He doesn't have the power to keep them off and his defenses strong.

Oliver stares down at his friend, a look of concern on his features. This wasn't his friend- this merely a corpse. Nothing more. This wasn't the man that'd ruled over the centuries of hell, acted nothing less than ruthless and tough in front of his people whilst been a sucker for a joke or two behind the closed door.

Two men walked in, two demons of patrolling guard. They show no emotions on their features, not even dare to disrespect Trent's situation by making pity faces.

Trent's hated that, it makes him feel more useless.

Oliver nodded at the two, allowing them to talk. "We're sorry to interrupt your resting, but we found an angel, your Highness" they bow. "A Male, around nineteenth in human years. Underworld years unknown" they continued.