" what's your name" was the first sentence that led me to a life with him. My brother and I, orphaned at a young age of thirteen and fifteen respectively, have lived our lives under those who consider themselves strong and powerful. Abuse and maltreatment was all we faced. No one to care, no one to protect us. We were our own strengths, never to be broken apart or that would be the end of us. Taken hostage by a perrusian master during the war of the lords. We served him in any and every way possible. From his bed to hard labour. It wasn't easy especially for my younger brother so I took the lead of doing all the hard work while he took the mild ones that needed less strength. That way, I could be sure that he was in a better state than I was. The presence of demon lords in the bar we served was the aid we craved for. Things seemed more easier as the demon lords were wealthy and a bit compassionate. But what I could never have imagined, happened. Being a demon's beloved, I still marvel at that. A/N:_18+ Don't read if your not a fan of BL