Warrior Princess

Adros (Part 2)

His eyes widened as if he knew my ancestor. "You're Gregory's descendant?!”

I nodded, assuming that the demon knew about the g******e that happened 200 years ago.

"Why were you in the battle if you are only related to the king?" The demon asked, trying to make sense of my words.

"My father's orders," I answered, still trying to ignore the feelings I was experiencing.

The demon stared at me for a moment. His eyes widened in shock. "King Gregory… Damn, you're a bastard!" He exclaimed, flinging the clothes he was holding to the ground.

I stared at him in shock. "What?" I asked.

The demon stormed towards me. He grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the ground. I screamed as I fell, gripping my hands onto the floor.

"NO!" I cried, begging the demon not to hit me.

The demon paused in midair, looked down at me and said, "It's true."

"Wh-what?!" I asked, not really understanding what he just said.

The demon landed next to me, and he grabbed my wrist. He squeezed it so hard that I screamed in pain.

"Get up, daughter of King Armin II. You are a goddamn b***h. No decent person would act as you did."

I slowly got up. My wrist throbbed painfully, and it burned as if it was on fire. I was scared that the demon would inflict more damage if I didn't do as he said.

"I am sorry. I had no choice." I said, choking back the tears, "My father said if I ever asked to return home during a battle, he would take my life! I couldn't live without him! I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do!"

"Don't you dare talk like that!" The demon snarled, slamming his foot onto the floor, and I winced. "If you didn't have a daddy, no one would love you! You are nothing but an enemy of this war! A murderer! And King Armin II is a b***h!"

He slammed his foot onto the floor again, and I cried out, almost making him lose his balance. "Now get up!" He commanded. I knew it would be better if I obeyed him; I'd never survive another hit from that demon.

"But I don't understand! I fought in the battle for King Armin II! What has my father or ancestors done wrong to your kind?! I'm not like them; I've never seen one of you in my entire life! Why don't you understand?!" I yelled.

"Because you know nothing! This conflict was initiated by individuals in your nation. Your ancestors killed hundreds of our kind! Those who were not involved in this war! They killed them, left their bodies to rot in the woods, and slept with them to breed more of them! They r***d children!" The demon shouted, getting on his knees in front of me. I cringed at his words.

"You think I don't know that?!" I cried, my whole body trembling with fear. What the demon said was true. My father slept with women who would cry out for mercy. I didn't want to believe that, but I was hurt that he would do such horrible things. He was a king who made terrible decisions. He killed people and harmed children. He wasn't a good man. I sat on the floor and covered my face with my hands, trying to block the horrible images in my mind.

The demon grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. "This war is the least of your sins, woman!" He growled. "I don't know what your mother and father did when they were young, but I do know what you did. Your whole life is a lie, and you can't even admit it! Your father might have r***d women, but you are a virgin." The demon said, angrily, squeezing my jaw tighter.

I could feel my body shaking. Tears filled my eyes, and I closed them, trying to muffle my cries. The demon's hand left my jaw, and he was giving me a look of disgust. "Have you ever had s*x with a man, child?" The demon asked.

I shook my head, the truth burning my cheeks red. Believe it or not, I have seen what a married couple does on their wedding night. The moaning and groaning, sounds of interest, touching one another, doing it. And when dawn rises, maids arrive and verify if the girl or boy is a virgin. I wanted nothing to do with this until my own wedding approached, but this demon holding me prisoner might change that. Luckily, I learned self-defense, so I have a way to avoid it.

"You mean you haven't!" He smiled, and I just wanted to hit him. He dropped me to my feet and turned away from me.

"No!" I cried, shaking in fear. "Gotta save it for when I get married!" I shouted, though he was too far away to hear. "So, don't plan on r****g me, okay? I won't tell a soul if you keep me as a prisoner. I'll stick around to learn a few things about you and your kind, but keep a distance." I said it coldly. I knew what he wanted from me. I needed to act to save myself and my virginity.

The demon laughed heartily, a cold and bitter sound. "Oh, so you think you can save it for your wedding night, huh? Well, I might be a demon, but I won't take something so precious from you." He turned around and faced me, his eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite place.

"I won't force you, but remember this: you are in my territory now, and your life belongs to me. If you try to escape, I'll hunt you down and make an example of you. Don't think you can deceive me so easily."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The demon's warning was clear; I had to be careful around him. "What do you want from me now? Are you showing me my father's body or not?" I asked, trying to keep my pride in check.

The demon's grin widened, and he nodded. "Very well, daughter of King Armin II. Follow me." He turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, my heart racing. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I had to trust the demon's word and hope that he would treat me fairly.

I followed him through the dark and twisted corridors of his castle, the walls adorned with bloody tapestries and skulls. The air was thick with the stench of death, and my skin crawled at the sight of the demon's followers, who stood silently in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malice.

The demon finally led me to a grand chamber, the walls covered in a mosaic of human bones and skin. In the center of the room, there was a massive iron table, around which stood four demons, each holding a human head. I gagged at the sight and covered my mouth with my hand. The demon who had brought me here looked back at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction at my reaction.

"This is the throne room," he said, his voice dripping with pride. "All the important business is conducted here, and all of your ancestors have sat on this very throne." He walked towards the iron table and picked up one of the human heads, showing it to me.

"This is your father, King Armin II," he announced, his smile turning into a smirk. "You should have seen the pain in his eyes when I tore his head off. He begged for his life, just like you did. But you know what, daughter of King Armin II? I didn't care. He was just another pawn in this endless game of war. And so are you."