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Demon Consort
As a bad joke born from desperation, priestly Prince Harsen offers himself as the ‘bride’ his demonic conquerors have demanded. Unfortunately for Harsen the bizarre prince Romi is thrilled to accept him.
Crystalline Priest Prince Harsen’s world has turned upside-down. The people have switched their allegiance to the gods of Darkhelm, thus ending Harsen’s regime. Worse still, his sister has run away meaning they don’t have a bride to offer their new rulers. Harsen knows he can’t survive in a world ruled by Darkhelm. He decides to offer himself as ‘bride’ so they’ll kill him in outrage and prevent him from suffering.
Harsen is stunned to find his conquerors civilized and even kind. This goes against everything his father taught him. When he offers himself as ‘bride’ the young prince Romi enthusiastically accepts him. Harsen’s shock at the situation eventually transforms to curiosity about his betrothed. Romi is eccentric and effete—the sort of person Harsen would have bullied mercilessly if they were children.
Finding himself in a position of power over his demon fiancé, Harsen decides to see things through. His world has become inverted, and dark indoctrination rituals await him. The demon Romi so entrances Harsen he just can’t run away—even if he knows the worst is still to come.
“Well. We’re ruined,” Prince Harsen said with a disgusted smile. He stared out of the castle’s highest parapet to behold two towers as high as mountains in the distance. The mist cleared to reveal that the tower of onyx now stood higher than shimmering crystalline tower beside it. If Harsen could see it from his castle then the demonic royalty of Darkhelm could surely see it from the east.
Iyla, his miniature red dragon, rubbed herself against his neck. Harsen ignored her. For now he stood immobile, staring outward as tendrils of dread coiled tightly around his insides. His snide derision masked the horror stirring within him for only a minute, perhaps less. Knowing the change was coming didn’t ease the blow any. It was the end of his life. The end of everything he cherished.
“Harsen, darling, please,” Iyla said after a strained hour of silence, “you must tell Princess Leeta her fate.”
His stomach felt like it twisted. Harsen put his face in his hand. The dragon brought up a nauseating fact he refused to allow into his mind. While his existence would simply end, his precious sister faced far worse a fate. With their father dead and mother insane he had the duty of explaining it to her.
“Brace me, Crystalline Father, I beg you.”
“Now, now,” Iyla said, “It shan’t be so terrible. Leeta’s young and feckless. She might see it all as a wild new adventure.”
Harsen scowled, but resisted knocking the beast from his shoulder. At least anger distracted him from his anguish. He descended the parapet stairs with determination.
“Leeta’s an angel. I kept our hell spawn mother away from her all her life. Now I’m to hand her over to demons? She had a chance to succeed before this. A real chance.”
“Harsen, darling, I’ve lived through a Darkhelm era. It’s different—but not horrible. Leeta can thrive if she adapts.”
He met the dragon’s yellow eyes. “Adapting is gifting your soul to Hell. Not for me, thanks. Not for Leeta either, but—“
“It’s not your choice.”
“It’s not my choice.”
He entered his sister’s bed chamber without knocking. Leeta’s golden hair cascaded in the streaming light of the window as she knelt before her travel chest. Harsen sighed. His darling sister never looked so
Demon Consort
As a bad joke born from desperation, priestly Prince Harsen offers himself as the ‘bride’ his demonic conquerors have demanded. Unfortunately for Harsen the bizarre prince Romi is thrilled to accept him.
Crystalline Priest Prince Harsen’s world has turned upside-down. The people have switched their allegiance to the gods of Darkhelm, thus ending Harsen’s regime. Worse still, his sister has run away meaning they don’t have a bride to offer their new rulers. Harsen knows he can’t survive in a world ruled by Darkhelm. He decides to offer himself as ‘bride’ so they’ll kill him in outrage and prevent him from suffering.
Harsen is stunned to find his conquerors civilized and even kind. This goes against everything his father taught him. When he offers himself as ‘bride’ the young prince Romi enthusiastically accepts him. Harsen’s shock at the situation eventually transforms to curiosity about his betrothed. Romi is eccentric and effete—the sort of person Harsen would have bullied mercilessly if they were children.
Finding himself in a position of power over his demon fiancé, Harsen decides to see things through. His world has become inverted, and dark indoctrination rituals await him. The demon Romi so entrances Harsen he just can’t run away—even if he knows the worst is still to come.
“Well. We’re ruined,” Prince Harsen said with a disgusted smile. He stared out of the castle’s highest parapet to behold two towers as high as mountains in the distance. The mist cleared to reveal that the tower of onyx now stood higher than shimmering crystalline tower beside it. If Harsen could see it from his castle then the demonic royalty of Darkhelm could surely see it from the east.
Iyla, his miniature red dragon, rubbed herself against his neck. Harsen ignored her. For now he stood immobile, staring outward as tendrils of dread coiled tightly around his insides. His snide derision masked the horror stirring within him for only a minute, perhaps less. Knowing the change was coming didn’t ease the blow any. It was the end of his life. The end of everything he cherished.
“Harsen, darling, please,” Iyla said after a strained hour of silence, “you must tell Princess Leeta her fate.”
His stomach felt like it twisted. Harsen put his face in his hand. The dragon brought up a nauseating fact he refused to allow into his mind. While his existence would simply end, his precious sister faced far worse a fate. With their father dead and mother insane he had the duty of explaining it to her.
“Brace me, Crystalline Father, I beg you.”
“Now, now,” Iyla said, “It shan’t be so terrible. Leeta’s young and feckless. She might see it all as a wild new adventure.”
Harsen scowled, but resisted knocking the beast from his shoulder. At least anger distracted him from his anguish. He descended the parapet stairs with determination.
“Leeta’s an angel. I kept our hell spawn mother away from her all her life. Now I’m to hand her over to demons? She had a chance to succeed before this. A real chance.”
“Harsen, darling, I’ve lived through a Darkhelm era. It’s different—but not horrible. Leeta can thrive if she adapts.”
He met the dragon’s yellow eyes. “Adapting is gifting your soul to Hell. Not for me, thanks. Not for Leeta either, but—“
“It’s not your choice.”
“It’s not my choice.”
He entered his sister’s bed chamber without knocking. Leeta’s golden hair cascaded in the streaming light of the window as she knelt before her travel chest. Harsen sighed. His darling sister never looked so
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