Bride Of The Heir Of Hell

Chapter 5

"Please take it Hazel,it is our family's heirloom. I got it from my mom before she was killed. please take as that is all I could give to you " Roxella begged as she tried convincing her daughter to accept the hair pin she was offering her.

" No mother, you do not have to worry yourself about giving me a bridal gift or your precious heirloom, my marriage with the devil's heir Is going to be one of convenience. I will be back, I will return for you after it ends " She assured her.

Roxella looked on.

She shifted back. Her last lines got to her.

" I will be back, I will return to you after this ends"

This was what her mother had said to her too on the night She had sked her to run. She told her to run that in the end, she'd come find her.

But she did not. Was her daughter going to have the same fate as her mother?

She could not juggle with all her thoughts before she heard the horn being blown. It was the siren sounding. Their Siren for passing informations. But before that, an unknown siren had been sounded before theirs was. She knew very well what it was. She knew very well they've coke to take the bride.

She knew very well that her daughter would be gone soon in a twinkle of an eye.

She sought of what to do, she just couldn't let her precious daughter be taken away as the wife to the devil's son.

Whatever he was, he was a shadow of evil, who'd be comfortable allowing their daughters to get married to him.

King Arthur was not on the list of people she had formulated to saw her daughter.

Because he wouldn't help at all.

Her daughter Hazelene was expendable, in his eyes and in the eyes of nobility.

It was easier for him to give her out in marriage than for him to give out any of his other children.

She was his stain. She was the reminder of the mistakes he made years ago.

She was the mark that could be used by his prime Minister's of states to remove him from the throne any time he went contrary to their decisions and choices concerning things.

Now that a chance like this had presented itself to him, he wouldn't mind taking it so he would be free of her, not regarding the fact that they never returned. None of the brides ever returned whole. Perhaps that was the reason why he did not object the marriage, so he wouldn't have to see her living in his palace and threatening his position.

The Chief Guard of the Infernal Soldiers walked up to where the King stood.

Even though he was human, it always baffled Arthur why all the guards that had come to deliver informations from the devil's palace to him all were humans.

Were all his servants humans?

What happened t his fellow demons, or did they exist without ranks.

As the guard got closer, he started moving to the middle of the courthouse.

All his prime ministers and court were present.

Never in his life has he had to stand like this for a messenger nor to receive letters from him.

It was an insult to the persona of the King.

But what were he to do when the sender was the devil's heir?

He took the letter from the guard and bowed to him. He heard the murmurs from those present in the court. A shame it was for a King to bow to such a lowly servant they had mumbled and he felt mortified and humiliated.

He read the contents of the letter and after the guard could sense that he was done, he lead him outside with his Court following them tightly behind in stark silence.

Hazelene stood in front of the mirror, her reflection adorned in the crimson gown that seemed to absorb all light, leaving only darkness in its wake. The fabric clung to her form like a second skin, a stark contrast to the innocence it concealed. The color, as thick and deep as blood, whispered of sacrifices and ancient pacts, a testimony of her seemingly impending union with darkness itself.

Her hair cascaded down in midnight waves, untouched by embellishments or adornments, as if acknowledging the somber truth of her destiny. The absence of jewelry, save for the heirloom hairpin from her mother, spoke volumes of her resolve and acceptance of the path laid before her.

The black dye on her lips painted a picture of silence, of secrets held within, and of words left unspoken in the face of inevitable fate. It was a defiance in its own right, a subtle rebellion against the forces orchestrating her life.

As she looked upon her reflection, Hazelene saw not just a bride, but a symbol. She embodied the darkness she was about to wed, a darkness that had seeped into her soul long before this hour. Her attire was not just fabric and colors; it was a narrative of her journey, a tale of resignation and quiet strength amidst the shadows.

Each detail, from the red gown to the absence of adornments, echoed her acceptance of the role she was thrust into. She was not just getting married; she was becoming a part of something ancient and sinister, something that transcended mere mortal unions.

In that moment, as she donned her attire for the wedding to the devil's heir, Hazelene embraced her fate with a stoic grace, knowing that her true battle lay not in the ceremony about to unfold, but in the depths of her own spirit, and her resolve to be the devil's son's punishment.

As King Arthur and his court members stepped out to witness the bridal gifts presented by the Chief Guard of the devil, they were greeted with a spectacle of opulence that left them astounded.

The first sight that caught their eyes was a golden chariot, intricately designed with patterns of mythical creatures intertwined with vines of pure gold. Its wheels sparkled in the sunlight, adorned with gemstones of various hues, each reflecting the wealth and power of its sender.

Within the chariot lay a treasure trove fit for kings. Piles of gold coins gleamed under the watchful eyes of the court, their collective worth enough to rival the fortunes of entire kingdoms. Silver bars and precious gems, each more exquisite than the last, adorned the chariot's interior, casting shimmering reflections that danced across the faces of those beholding them.

Jewelry of unparalleled craftsmanship adorned the scene, with necklaces dripping with rare pearls, bracelets encrusted with emeralds and sapphires, and crowns adorned with diamonds that sparkled like stars in the night sky. Each piece spoke of untold wealth and an appreciation for the finer things in life.

Exotic spices and perfumes wafted through the air, carried by the breeze that seemed to whisper tales of distant lands and forbidden luxuries.

King Arthur's astonishment was palpable as he surveyed the gifts before him. Never had he imagined such a display of riches, and the weight of it's temptation hung heavy in the air.

"Prepare for war my King!!. We shall not let this abomination come to pass. Gather your forces, seek alliances if need be, but you should not surrender Hazelene to that darkness"

Came a voice shouting with authority from behind.