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A DEMON, AN ANGEL AND THE MOST CONTRIVERSIAL OF LOVES, MY DARK ANGEL SAGA HAS BEGUN ENJOY PRT 1

DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME

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The cold pale moonlight shone onto the balcony of the demon prince's room, grunting could be heared from inside, the gentle velvet curtains were flapping in the breeze, the oak door was open, inside a large black wolf was working out, the sound of the euipment moveing and his pants filled the silence of the night, he set down his weights and grabbed a towel, wipeing the sweat from his face, his eyes were red like hellfire, across his left eye he had a blood red scar, his ears were shaprly pointed with two gold studs along the right ear, his soft, black fur covered his body, he had a gap on his chest, replaced by red fur, the fur was shaped like a broken heart, his familys lineage. The feared wolfsbane family were a tyranical family of demons, he was next in line to take over, all he had to do was slay an angel, one had been lined up for tomorrow, a real beauty, one of the royal family, she would make for the perfect sacrifice for his rage. His mind mulled over the thought of tomorrow, could he really kill an angel, a pure being, someone who would die with a smile on their face, even when murdered brutally, he tried to dispel the thought of her face as her blood drained from her body, he was never nervouse, why now?, when he was so close to becomeing a king, the only other path that lay for him to become king would be to marry another eternal being, and to be honest, none of the female demons were attractive, his mother was the rare exception, her soft red fur, her delicate blue eyes, her gentle smile, gods he missed her, when she passed on it tore a hole in his fathers heart, thats what you get for marrying a mortal women, he decided to go to bed, the large black oak bed, his dark red silk sheets, the black pillows, he slumped onto the bed, it groaned under his weight, KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK someone knocked at the door

"enter" said the prince, in walked a large demon wolf, his eyes blood red, his fur black as night, and like the prince he had a blood red broken heart on his chest, his was different however, where the prince's was still connected at the bottom, this mans was completely seperated

"son, did you forget, you are to see your prey tonight" Scar groaned "don't complain, it gets rid of the nerves" the prince stood from the bed, grabbed his cloak and walked past his father.

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In the dungeons lay a young girl, her long, black hair, her soft, cream colored skin, her white dress was tatered and torn, she was asleep, her hands next to her head, her deliate palms were black from dirt and bruised from torture, the bed she lay on was straw, rough, scratchy straw, her skin was bruised all over from the countless beatings she recieved, every time she just crawled back as if begging for more, never shedding a single tear. The dungeon doors opened and in walked a large black wolf, his long, black cloak trailed along the floor, his cold, red glare broke the courage of any who dare lock eyes with him, at his side were two demons clad in crude iron armour, the pair held a iron lance each, the trio stopped in front of the cell, one soldier banged on the cell bars to awaken the sleeping girl

"wake up retch, stand before prince Scar and spread your wings, let him see you in full glory" the girl's eyes opened, revealing deep lilac iris, she slowly stood from the floor, extending her black wings, the mark of a broken angel, her eyes were dead, no light shined in them, no sparkle the angel useually held

"do I please his highness with my plight?" she asked sincearly, Scar looked confused, was she asking if she could improve her pain for his plesure "well, does it or do I need to edit my ways to suite you?" she was, Scar smiled evily to keep face in front of the soldiers, inside however he was shaken to the core

"well you could cry a little" she looked away form his gaze, she uttered one word

"never" Scar walked into the cell and raised his hand to strike her, she didn't even flinch, not an inch, he brought his hand down and sent her to the floor, blood slowly seeped from her cheek, the scarlet liquid corrupting her hair, she stood again "do it if it pleases you sire" he hit her repetedly, slashing and slashing into her face, until he left the cell leaving her battered and beaten "why do you spare me goddess?, is it because I am worthless?, or because I am to die at his hand?" Scar heared her words and stopped

"you two, leave me alone with her" the gaurds left the dungeon, he walked back to the girl "why do you pray?, it is a pointless gesture" the girl stood

"I pray because I must, this is the only way I can ask for the help to make your time with me better" Scar was shocked at her words, his eyes opened wide from shock "does this surprise you m'lord?, that a simple being such as myself, prays for the strength to please another being who by far outranks me" Scar entered the cell, the girl stood and waited for her punishment, his hand connected with her face again, only this time it was a gentle touch, his hand was carresing her face, easing her pain "does this make you happy m'lord?" Scar shook his head

"the question is, does it make you happy?" his words shocked her, his change in tone, his gentle words, even his calloused paw felt like satin "may I know your name?"

"Angel, sire" she drew away form his hold and curtseyed, her torn dress sliping through her black hands

"you will spend no more time here, come with me my dear, you will spend your last night in luxary" she denied and sat down on her straw bed "you would rather stay here?, cold and alone" Angel nodded, she layed down on the bed of straw "fine, then I will stay with you" he sat down and took off his cloak, he draped it over her delicate frame, the soft material covering her body, she sat up and folded the cloak, insted of keeping it she handed it back "I don't understand, it's like you want to suffer"

"pain and suffering clenses the soul, I am mearly repaying sins form a previous life" she rolled over, her back now to him, she barely had any room so she was laid on the cold, stone floor. Scar sat there, watching her back, wondering how this young girl could be so strong and brave, she was braver than him by far, he coudn't let her die, not now, not after this.

"mark my words you will survive to see the moon tomorrow night" he said to himself.

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PART ONE IS DONE HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT (P.S YOU KNOW THAT FEELING YOU GET IN YOUR STOMACH WHEN SOMETHING MAKES YOU FEEL SAD OR UPSET, I GOT THAT ALL THE WAY THROUGH WRITEING THIS)