Forced To Marry

Lascrea glared at the man behind her as she suddenly appeared right in front of his eyes, clutching her long hair.

"It hurts!" Lascrea winced in pain.

Allail draws his face closer to lascrea along with a curious smile on his mind.

"Let go of my hair, it hurts so bad!" Lascrea held Allail's hand, trying to release a hair flash that grew tighter and tighter.

"You, the shameless goddess who took my heart and you stabbed me in the back, I used to love you but now I'll never be consumed by your sweet words again, you'll know what happens when you mess with the Lord of hell, Amone!"

"What? - Amone? I'm not Amone, I'm Las - aww aww-" until Lascrea explained who she was to Allail, she was immediately dragged into prison in the depths of hell.

Allail, a man who once loved Amone so deeply, a gentleman who could not even see Amone shed tears turned into a violent, evil, violent man, even now rather than love, for allail, Amone is the most despicable of his enemiess.

Brukk!

Allail threw Lascrea (amone reincarnation) into the prison, violently.

"Aww, it hurts," Lascrea said while clinging to the bashed body in the prison.

Lascrea, who saw the prison being locked away, quickly got up and ran outside, but it was locked up so quickly that it was too late.

"Get off me! Heyyy Sir, please let me go! I don't know you at all, please, pleaseee," said Lascrea, pounding iron bars that are impossible for her to penetrate with her power.

"It is the only proper place for a traitor like you to wait, and I will soon decide what kind of punishment a woman like you deserves," says Allail sourly looking down on Lascrea.

"Please don't go! "Heyyy don't go!" Get off me! I don't know you at all, please, hiks, hiks," whiteness Lascrea at the prison door who then sat on the floor brooding.

Lascrea has no idea what's going on with her. Tomorrow is the day when she will be awarded the world-class ballerina award, she looks forward to the day so much, she trained harder than anyone just to get to that point. Everything she's done in her life seems futile when she has to accept the fact that she's been kidnapped by a strange man she'd never even imagined before in his dream: a bad, mean, angry, violent, violent man.

"What am I supposed to do here? What kind of sin did I commit in my old life that I had to be in such misery, hic, hic. Mommy had you lived, I would not have had this bad luck, please let me go, mom. Hic, hic," she ratted, her tears continued to spill from those beautiful eyes, like jewels, soaking in her cheeks now flushed with tears.

Lascrea continued to cry for several hours until Allail's decision fell.

"Oh!"

"HMM?" Lascrea opened his eyes slowly, as two women dressed in traditional costumes as servants held her hands and carried them away.

"Where are you taking me? Let go!" Lascrea tried to remove the hands that the two ladies had clung to.

"Come along, my queen, and we will prepare everything," they said in unison and in a level tone that terrified lascrea.

"Get off me! Prepare what? And the queen again? I'm not the queen, let me go!" Lascrea continued to vigorously until they played hard on the women, but unfortunately, they both seemed to feel nothing, and with their expressions, they continued to drag the Lascrea to the altar where marriage was filled with strange, scary creatures that Lascrea had never seen before.

"What's going on? Who are they?" Lascrea was terrified to see the audience's horns and their evil faces pale.

"Here we are, queen, please wear this!" Both ladies dress Lascrea with the married people wear and red facial covers.

"Get off me! Le- MMM, MMMM,! MMM!" Lascrea's mouth was bewitched by Allail so that she could not speak a word, and her body could not move the way she wanted to, as Lascrea had only resigned to what would happen to her.

Allail soon gave his speech to all his people attending his wedding.

"O my people, I will marry this woman today, I will share my love with her until her time as a woman shall end," he said with a smile on his eyes as he looked toward Lascrea, lascrea could only cry at that time, her tears could not stop flowing.

"Welcome, your queen!" Allail shouted, raising her hands.

All the demons and spirits present cried out, "long live the king, long live the queen!" and rejoiced at their king's wedding. But not with Lascrea, she wanted to leave, she knew that the man didn't marrying her for love, but just wanted something else from her.

Allail laughed happily at the time, and then he slowly walked up to Lascrea and kissed her lips while putting a mark on her forehead as a sign that she had rightfully become the bride of the king of hell.

Lascrea can only cry when Allail kisses her lips. Allail's lips were as cold as his chilly temperament, yet his lips felt so soft. It was the first kiss of Lascrea, she who had never loved anyone and had practiced, who might not have had time for a relationship with another man, even though she had only closed her eyes at that moment.

When she opened her eyes she was very surprised that she was no longer at the venue of the wedding and left in a room as beautifully adorned as the bridal suite.

"Where am I?" Lascrea asked as she checked corner by corner of the room.

"Aa, I can speak again," lascrea was pleased to learn that she could speak again.

As she planned to escape, Lascrea quickly took off her crown and ran to the door, but sadly it was locked so tight, she tried to open it with no results.

"How is this? I need to find something so I can open this door, where is it?" Lascrea looked around and found a long iron in the room, and immediately he used it to pick up the gold-carved door handle before her.

Brukk!

The door was open. How delighted Lascrea must have been to see the door she had intended to open by herself, so she immediately grabbed her long wedding dress and ran out.

Braakk!

She hit a man in exactly one step she set her foot out of the room.

"Where are you running, Amone?"

Lascrea was terrified when she looked up and saw Allail standing before her.