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I tried following the demon as much as I could, tumbling, tripping, and falling all over this gloomy, intimidating cave. Why did I wear heels? I thought to myself.

The demon lead me to the two most magnificent, metal, perfectly carved doors, which had a repetitious pattern of death and suffering. Lovely, I sarcastically thought, if what the demon said was true, and I was in hell, how was I meant to get back out? This thought haunted me, making me lose touch with the reality of the present time.

I statically stood there, acknowledging the grand artefacts.

"It's time!"
He grinned, his lisp caught his tongue this time.

The palatial, grand doors gracefully conveyed open with the sound of the mineral ingot scraping the immaculate, perfectly polished stone floor.
The doors fully opened. It was the most colossal, extravagantly ostentatiously lavishing, upscaled throne room I had ever encountered, well, pretty much the only throne room I had ever encountered.

I glanced up the luxurious, extravagantly polished gold steps, that led to the sumptuous, golden throne. This throne had a carving of hands, in the shade of golden halcyon. Behind it was the golden staircase, that headed to an overlooking, spacious balcony.

"Hello there"
I heard a voice say, it was the same voice that was calling me in the cave, the same handsome, husky, deep voice that drew me to come here.

"Over here, love"
I heard the voice say again, with a smirk. I looked up to see a man, proudly but arrogantly sitting on this marvellous throne.
He was extremely handsome, and was wearing a black, raven type of costume. He had luscious locks of blonde hair, and a half parting that outlined his sharp jawline perfectly. He was wearing a sort of black eyeliner/eyeshadow, that made him look devilish, and intimidating.

He glared at me, rolling his eyes up and down me. If Adeline were here she would laugh.

"Hello"
I said in confusion, it was the only thing I could think of.

He intimidatingly smiled, as he got up out of his throne, and gladly, but proudly charged towards me.
He took a good scan of me, his black eyeliner making hard to focus without flinching.

"Maisie Targaryen, Daughter Of Aphrodite"
He said looking down at me, and then lifting his sharp chin up, still, keeping eye contact.

"I can sense the fear on you"
He smirked, this made him feel proud in a way, I could tell. But I was afraid, I mean, this guy was pure scary, and I was breathing dramatically heavy.

"Don't be afraid, my lady"
He said putting his finger on my chin, and slowly lifting it up, his mesmerising, sensational, mystical eyes captivated me in the feeling of lust.

I was about to speak, until I forgot why I was here, I forgot about Adeline, I was only focused on him.

"Who are you"
I said staring into his compelling dark eyes.

He gave a sly smile.
As one of the few demons in the corner,

"You are in the presence of King Caliban, Demon King Of Hell, built from the clay of Hell Himself"
Said one of the demons, as Caliban looked down at me, giving me an intimidating smile.
He browsed my cold body, and smoothly but gently lifted my right hand, and pliably, delicately kissed the now blessed body part.

I tried pulling away, but I couldn't, I was too drawn, to allured into his lusting, attractive charm.

"So, how are you liking Hell, my Lady?"
That seemed like a rhetorical question, although he was looking for a genuine answer.

I didn't answer, my speech was completely taken as I glanced at him eye to eye.

He happily frowned.
"What happened? Cat got your tongue?"
He rhetorically questioned, raising one of his dark, flexible eyebrows surrounding his devilish facial features.

"No, I-I'm looking for someone"
I quietly, but cautiously said, finally remembering why I'm here, I just hoped he heard me.

"Me?"
He self-centeredly questioned,

"Ah, well I'm here, and your there"
He quietly said, slowly taking a step closer towards me, he was about 29 centimetres away from me.

"Speaking of, now that your here, I'd like to talk about our marriage"
He unexpectedly stated, turning away from me and walking back up to his throne, as his muscular arms helped him get comfortable in this luxurious throne.

"Pardon?"
I said, snapping out of his charm.

He slightly frowned.
"Have you not heard about the prophecy"

"What prophecy?"
I stupidly said, the most basic question that could be asked in human history, or shall I say, hell history.

One of the previous demons interrupted,
"The prophecy, that A Daughter Of Aphrodite shall wed the King Of Hell"
The demon educated me.

There was a moment of pure silence. Confusion enlightened me. As I glanced up at Caliban, his smirk filled hell with suspicion and victory.
Yet, I was not mad, although I was only 17, who would miss a chance at marrying the finest, most handsome, mesmerising, miraculously and astonishingly beautiful man I had ever witnessed.

"Well, listen -"
I weakly replied, begging for ears at my incoming sentence.

"I've already planned everything, princess,
"Don't back out now!"
He interrupted, his facial expression looked as if he was a tiger praying on it's victim.
The fact he called me princess, made my shining cheeks blush, uplifting my cheeks and exposing my dimples.

"I only came here looking for a friend, I heard her scream and ended up here"
I pathetically admitted, making the romantic atmosphere die down.

"So, she left you, did she?"
He squinted his lustful eyes, trying to turn the tables.

"No, it's not like that"
I replied.

He sat there, in all his pride, staring at me, with a slight side smile. Whilst curiously, but denyingly and stubbornly listening to my speech.

One of the demons interrupted again, stopping this awkward silence.

"My King, you must not let her go, she must marry you tonight"
One of the demons quietly whispered to Caliban, glaring at me with devil eyes as it did so.

I frowned, in desperate need to hear closer to their mothers meeting.
The King looked at me in delight.

"Princess, the prophecy marks tonight as the fine proposal in which we shall exchange rings, reject this mark, and you will regret it"
He proudly said.

I annoyingly, yet desperately looked at the floor, and then tilted my head to look up at the steps to the throne, still not looking at his gorgeous palette.

"If I..."
I said, struggling to finishing my sentence.

"If I marry you, will I get my friend back"
I desperately questioned, still looking at the steps, and swallowing over my stutters.

"Yes, marry me tonight, and your friend will return to you"
He loudly stated, for the whole of his demoned court to acknowledge.

He said an incantation, with a bend of his finger, the grand doors behind me swiftly swung open.

"I'll see you there, Princess"
He quickly, rapidly repeated.

I looked down at the floor, before slightly nodding and falling over my feet as I tried gracefully walking out of the design.
Looking back at his handsome, sensationally charming face, before watching the doors close in harmony.

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