MARRYING THE DEMON IS MY DUTY

I walked down the aisle, with a bouquet of gray flowers in my hand. I could feel my palms sweating from nervousness and fear gripping my heart as I thought of the days ahead.

The thought of fleeing this terrible event flashes through my mind, but thinking of my family safety brings me back to reality and reminds me of why I'm really doing it, a cold drop of tears rolling down my eyes. 

I exhaled sharply, as I continued to walk down the aisle. I could see his tall figure right ahead of me waiting for me at the altar.

I walked towards the altar, every step reminding me of the eternal darkness I was throwing myself into. I stepped onto the altar, lifted my teary and puffed face up to look at my husband, and there he stood majestically, his jet-black hair jelled down with a curled strand covering the side of his face. His face was as cold as snow, yet handsome.

He stared back at me, and I turned away, staring at the bouquet in my hand instead. The priest's words captured my attention as the tension from earlier kicked in.

''Do you, ERIC DAMON VAN DEL, take lady EVALINE LILIANA HARTS as your lawful wedded bride?.'' the priest asked, and my heart almost leaped out of my chest. I raised my head a little to see him looking at me with a smirk. ''yes, I do'' he replied.  His gaze fixed on mine. 

"Do you, lady EVALINE LILIANA HARTS, take ERIC DAMON VAN DEL as your lawfully wedded bride ?" the old priest asked, turning to me. I deliberated for a second before mouthing the three magic words ''yes I do ''.

''I now pronounce you husband and wife''. The priest announced. 

''you may now kiss the bride'' he announced, and I could feel a knot form in my stomach, as my stomach started to twist in fear. 

He pulled me closer gently, brushed his fingers against my lips softly, and I shivered, as his lips touched my cheeks instead.

I stood there shocked as he swept me off my feet in a bridal style and strode out of the empty hall.

Two weeks ago, my cousin Princess Clara was supposed to marry the great demon of enchantia, ERIC DAMON VAN DEL, for peace and power, as tradition. But the princess ran away with her lover. The king offered to make me marry instead of his daughter, but my parents refused, which led to their capture, for them to be released, And for their safety, I was adopted as a princess and daughter of the king.

We drove to Enchantia in a royal carriage, with both me and Damon keeping our distance.

He looks handsome in his royal bridal attire. I couldn't help but admire his good looks.

Even though I was born into a noble family, we were almost ordinary, with the king restricting us from all my grandfather's property.

He turned to me and caught me staring at him and I turned my face away, blushing.

He chuckled softly and gently turned me to look at him, "there will be plenty of time to admire this face, wife" he said to me, smiling, and I couldn't help but blush even harder as I met his gaze.

For a second, I forgot he was the rumored great demon who kills at the snap of his finger. I forgot he was the one who's as old as god. The one who's older than even his grandfather or his great ancestors.

The carriage came to a halt in front of the castle. Indeed, the Enchantia castle lived up to expectations. It was thrice the size of the one in their country. It was large, glamorous and beautiful. I stared in awe, forgetting Damon, who was holding out his hand to me.  

 Realizing what I'd done and Damon's reputation, I quickly came back to my senses. I was expecting him to kill me like the rumors, but he didn't.

He just smiled and helped me climb down the carriage, and led me into the castle. As soon as we walked into the castle, we were welcomed by the servants. He handed me over to them, and said coldly ''take your lady to her chamber''. They nodded with their heads still hanging down as he walked away majestically and the carriage drove in after…

I was taken to a beautiful apartment with a walk-in closet like the one in the palace and a living room. I had my own dinner, butlers and maid. 

I was bathed in scented water as they said they were preparing me for his Majesty.

I was dressed in red underwear and a soft red transparent robe. My blond hair was sainted and styled and left flowing down my back.

They helped me put my makeup on and gave me a really sweet cup of wine and some fruit, including grapes, bananas and apples.

They left me sitting on the bed, and I knew what was ment to happen. After all, they are newlyweds. She had heard her friends talk about the first time and how painful it's and the pleasure that comes after.

She panics at the thought of what was going to happen tonight.

I could feel my heart hammering against my chest as I heard light footsteps, and soon the door opened to reveal a dark tall shadow.

I gulped hard watching him walk closer through the mirror.

He walked towards me slowly and cautiously, and my heart beat faster as he approached me.

I stared at the mirror one more time to see a figure with a mask hovering above me.

I stood up and stood to face him, and before I could do anything, he placed a thin piece of fabric on my nose as I struggled to breathe. All I could see was the tiny mark on his forehead. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my eyeballs felt heavy, and I fell into a deep slumber....