King Of Hell (Harry Styles) √

King Of Hell - Twelve:

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Amora's P.O.V:

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Three Weeks Later:

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Amora's Crowning Day:

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I felt beautiful; for the first time in my life I actually felt comfortable in my own skin. Standing in front of my new floor length mirror, I could appreciate myself in all my glory. I haven't seen my crown yet; all Harry told me is that the crown has been worn by his Sister, Gemma, his Mother, Anne, his Grandmother and his Great Grandmother; it has now been passed down to me.

I have met the people closest to Harry, all except his Sister and parents. I've met Niall, his Beelzebub; Liam, his Lucifer; Louis, his Mammon, which is the Demon of Greed. They are almost like perfectionists; everything has to be their way or the highway. I have also met Zayn, Harry's Asmodeus. This is basically the Demon of Lust; they can make you feel whatever they want, but whatever they do make you feel, it's heightened extremely.

"Woah!"

I spin around, seeing Harry standing by the door. I smile and look down at my outfit. When I lift my head back up, Harry is right in my face, making my entire being jump up to the ceiling and cling onto the chandelier. Harry chuckles at my reaction and I glare at him. I feel his hands on my cheeks and I happily look him in the eye. He smiles and brings me into a sweet kiss. I bathe in the sparks and tingles as Harry slips his tongue into my mouth. When he finally pulls away, we are both gasping for air. Still holding onto my cheeks, he speaks.

"I've never wanted more, until I met you."

Before I could question him further, he takes my hand and leads me out of my bedroom.

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"I, Royal Audient, announce you, Amora Beckett, Queen of this Empire."

A beautiful crown is placed upon my head, a warm feeling traveling from my toes upwards to my head where it lays. Smiling, I stand up straight from my kneeling position and everybody cheers. I catch my Mum and Ron clapping, my Mum looking smug and Ron looking bored. I hold back my shoulders from sagging in disappointment and look towards Harry, my new family, and smile.

I'm where I belong.

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I never would've thought that slow dancing would be incredibly intimate. With Celine Dion's Beauty & The Beast swaying away from the speakers, I enjoyed my first ever dance with Harry. The tingles were in overload and I felt like I was floating high up on a cloud. Harry looked content as we danced, his forehead against mine as he mimed the lyrics. Who would've thought that the big, bad Demon King could be a big ol' softie? Harry's King crown sat elegantly upon his head, like it had it's own throne on Harry's head.

"Thank you for making sure my Mum and Ron got home safely."

I tell him and he smiles, pecking my lips, causing me to smile.

"She's the reason tha' my soulmate is in the world. The least I can do is make sure she's safe."

He says and my heart swells at his words. How did I get so lucky so quickly? Is it fates gift or fates punishment? I really hope it isn't the latter.

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