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To Bewitch a Devil

What are the odds that Zavian, the son of the devil, would fall for the only woman whose destiny is to destroy him? In the beginning of time, war broke out between the fallen angels and the devil, and the devil was defeated and cast into the underworld. During the war, Zavian, the devil’s son, turned against his father and joined hands with the other demons to defeat him, which made the devil kill his son's wife as a punishment for betraying him. But 500 years later, there appeared a woman slave who looked exactly like his wife, and Zavian, who had longed for his dead wife, couldn’t help but get drawn to her. But the devil had other plans for his son. To return to earth his son has to die. Is the queen's doppelganger part of the devil's plans? Would Zavian fall right into his father’s trap or has fate got other plans for him? … Everyone stood before the king, the high and the low, with their heads bowed. This was the day they had waited for, for centuries. King Zavian was finally getting remarried. To strengthen the bond between the seven kingdoms of the earth, Zavian was to get married to one of the beautiful princesses standing in front of him. But his eyes were drawn to the lowly maid standing afar off. The witches had warned him about her, and he knew he shouldn’t be with her, but she was something he couldn't resist. The more he tried to run away from her, the more drawn he was to her. Even though everything in him screamed not to, Zavian stood up and walked past the princesses in front of him and to the maid; She was tiny in her dress, and her whole body trembled as he approached her, her eyes pinned to her feet, afraid to behold his face. He smiled as he held her face, tilting her head to look at him; ‘’Neera, will you be my queen?’’ And that was when all of hell broke loose... .... The novel is written by zhiruyi on webnovel.com.

zhiruyi · Fantaisie
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Sooner than you think

Her lips had turned a purplish blue, like the color of a fresh bruise. She was slipping away, and his fingers tightened around her hand, the reality of her loss causing an iron grip of pain in his heart.

There was always a saying that one doesn't know what he has until he loses it, and that couldn't have been more true for Zavian. He had been sufficient with the knowledge of Freya as a great fighter who harm could never touch, and he had been too comfortable having her around. As she was lying before him, barely alive, he knew grief and regret would be there to consume his own life if anything ever happened to her.

"What about the Queen?" The doctor asked tactfully.

"She's still asleep."

"For how long now, your Majesty?"

"An entire day now," Zavian answered. "Her sleep deprivation was bad."

"Indeed, it was," the demon agreed. "She should be better when she awakes."

"I hope so," Zavian said quietly.