🎆x🎇Sacrifice (pt.1)
🎇finds the entire practice of dressing a pig up for slaughter to be ridiculous. He'd been washed, anointed with scented oils, had white lilies woven into his blue hair, and draped in a flimsy excuse of a robe and jewels.
The whispers in the streets as he was paraded to his deathbed did nothing to ease his simmering agitation.
Today was the day he was going to die.
He was to be bride to the demon king that resided in the towering spires that sat atop an equally intimidating steep mountain.
The crazy bastard that demanded a 'bride' every five to ten years. Bride was just a sanitized term for virgin sacrifice. Everyone who was sent up never returned, which led to🎇believing the demon king is a crazed pervert who wielded too much power. Har-har.
The lake that led to the foot of the mountain was unnaturally still as the boat glided across all too quickly for his liking. Unfavorable as his situation was, he had never planned to put up a fight but the tight grip around his arm as he was dragged up the rocky cliff path made him think otherwise.
He now stood alone at the end of an unlit path before a wing of the sprawling castle that stretched along miles of clifftops. The sight that greeted him the moment he set foot inside what resembled an abandoned church lit by candles. Splintered wooden pews arranged into rows, shattered stained glass windows and an altar. What was out of place was a throne that sat where a pulpit usually was.
Quite the sense of humor on the demon king there. It was empty.
It felt almost eerie how the shadows didn't seem to flicker quite right.
"Oh, it's that time already?" A soft baritone, honeyed with its words interrupted🎇scanning the clearly man-made structures in the building.
🎇 wasn't quite sure what he was expecting of a demon king but it definitely wasn't someone of a distinctly human stature. Well, largely human safe for sickly pale skin and red, soulless slit eyes that glowed in the dim lighting. He was lounging on the armrest of the throne.
🎇had no idea where the sudden burst of courage had come from. Before he could even consider whether it was wise or not to run his tongue, he spat, "Shouldn't you know best? You make the demands."
His blood ran cold when the demon king's lips curled into a wide smirk.
"They usually send me the docile ones. You're…funny." A single blink was all it took for🎇to miss how the demon had crossed the distance between them and was now an inch from his face and breathing down his neck.
He seemed to be studying🎇with eyes that demanded him to lay everything bare. "My beautiful bride. Just for me to sully."🎇felt deft fingers through his robes and running them up and down his back and sides.
He must've expressed a visceral reaction for the demon king to give a deep, mirthless chuckle.
Partly out of innocent naivete and partly out of denial,🎇had refused to see the obvious signs of where this was going. But he could no longer deny what was going to happen.
Lips brushed against his ear in a low whisper. "My name is Rgis. Do keep that in mind, hm?"
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