Born for DEMON KING : falling for fragility

DEMON was the name of terror and kings were meant to rule. Power and terror was his synonyms. He was a destruction. True to his name. He was born to rule. His name was enough to scare people their death. Blood was his thirst.

"You need heir"

"I don't "

"You do"

" I need no one. I am enough. I am DEMON KING. The king of demon's."

"Soon you will realise."

"Stubborn witch. When I say something, I mean it."

"But king..." her voice died in throat. She was lucky that she wasn't killed until now.

She bent, her head low and went back. "Soon...very soon" she left with a Mysterious smile.

A laugh echoed in chamber.

"Fool" he said while sitting on the throne.
A crown adorned his head.

Soft giggles filled the air. Her voice as sweet as honey. She made her way to the forest. Flowers, wind and freedom is all what makes her happy.

Little did she know that her world is going to shake. She loves peace and she runs away for terror but terror is all that was written in her destiny.