The royal castle Black was well heard of throughout many realms, it was one of the grandest creations since the end of the first war, creatures of all kind travel far and wide just to glance upon its magnificence.

The Black family has ruled The Shadow Lands for as long as anyone could remember, feared, and loved for the protection the family offered, no one dared say otherwise about how things really were.

King Criso Markeen Black was adored by his people, Criso had been a peasant in his youth, from a poor family back when life simply was, Criso Markeen Black was everything the people of Shadow Lands valued.

Criso was generous, the thing he valued the most was hard work, his motto was 'work hard and achieve or perish', his people worked hard and for that, they were rewarded with a monthly festival held by the royal family in honor of the people.

His son, on the other hand, had other ideas about the throne. Demonia was beautiful to any eye, men or women, he could have anyone and he did, not giving a care in the world, the royal Prince was next in line, untouchable. But despite his charms and good looks, Demonia was cruel.

The people of Shadow Lands prayed his father would never pass the throne down to his son, knowing full well of the terror they will all gain once he rules, some had been killed for simply speaking out loud with these thoughts.

Upon entering the castle it's quiet and peaceful, but what was happening at the other side of the castle, in Demonia's wing was anything but quiet.

Screams. Screams could be heard from the halls, a woman begs her master for mercy, the servants rush past the halls in fear the Prince might take whatever mood he was in right now out on them.

Inside the Prince's room stands Demonia, he stands naked in front of a young servant girl who is tied up on a piece of wood, her arms, and legs spread wide as he examines his work on the poor girl, whose tears have long stained her face.

Demonia grins darkly as he sees how wet the young girl is from a little bit of whipping, he enjoyed teasing then watching them shiver under his stare, he loved this feeling, the feel of being in complete control, nothing was grander than seeing someone cower beneath him in fear and lust for more.

The young girl looks up to the Prince and swallows hard for what is to come, she had been in this position for a long time and can no longer feel her legs or stand on her own, this is obvious to Demonia as he releases the rope on the poor girl's arms, watching the girl fall to the floor.

Demonia glares down at the girl, grabbing hold of her hair to make her look him in the face. "Eye contact at all times, or do you wish for me to punish you more?" He asks darkly, making the young girl shake her head.

Demonia hums and smiles sweetly at the young girl as he unties her legs, picking her up in a bridal position he carries her to his bed. Laying the girl down gently he stares at the marks on her body in awe, she was a masterpiece and he was the creator, the burns and whips on her body made him lick his lips.

"P-Please master." The young girl begs the Prince, with so much need she felt shameful of how needy she was being for his touch, for his dark eyes to be solely focused on her, she craved it.

Grinning, Demonia's horns come free and his claws grow sharp, she was completely under his spell and this was the best part, this is what he needed to feel sane again. "Please what? Tell me." He says huskily, demanding the young girl to speak as tears fall her eyes.

The young girl swallows hard and stares up at the Royal Prince. "F-fuck me." She begs, causing shivers to go through Demonia's body and for his body to feel hot.

The Prince licks his lips, his fangs free, and stares at the young girl like meat on a plate. "You think I would fuck you?" He laughs darkly as he begins to move away from the young woman and walk over to his clothes and dress, leaving the girl confused on the bed, watching him dress in a shirt and pants, as he was rolling up his sleeves, someone knocks on the door.

Behind the door stands another slave. "Enter." Demonia calls out as he sits in a chair and lights up a cigarette, staring as the young slave man enters his bedroom, head down and closing the door behind him.

The young man swallows hard when he sees his wife naked on the Princes bed, the young girl staring in horror at who had just walked through the door, her husband of three years, to see her like this is the most shameful sight, she had hoped to disappear on the spot, praying to her god for forgiveness.

Demonia ghostly smirks as the room fall into silence, holding the cigarette between his fingers he snaps his fingers to the young man, gaining his attention. The young man pulls his eyes away from his wife, sobbing on the bed, trying to cover herself the best she could, the young man stands in front of the Prince, avoiding eye contact as he swallows the pain deep down. 

Demonia sighs. "Come closer and kneel." He commands and the servant moves then kneels in front of Demonia.

"Button up my pants." He demands the young man, causing him to pale as bites his lip hard, making his bottom lip bleed as he does as he is told, holding back the pain he is feeling of being humiliated by the Prince.

Demonia grabs the young man by the hair and turns his head to face his wife. "Tell me what you feel when you look at her." He asks the man, genuinely curious, the answers are always different.

The young servant man swallows the lump in his throat and closes his eyes. "D-Disgust, your royal highness."

Demonia smiles, liking his response very much, he releases the man's hair then hints towards his wall. The wall that Demonia finds quite amusing, full of sharp weapons and torture devices, personalized for Demonia Black from the finest blacksmiths in the Shadow Lands.

"I'm feeling generous slave." Demonia says, releasing smoke from his mouth as he stares at the young man, who pales at the deadly weapons hanging on the wall. "You have two options." He says slowly.

"Pleasure or Punish, choose, and after I will make you a free man." He simply says, causing the young woman to cry and the young man to stare with wide eyes at the Royal Prince.

Demonia enjoyed this game the most, to make love to the woman who spreads her legs willingly or to punish her and gain your freedom, he liked the outcome, either way, the look on their faces always seemed to amuse him.

The young man couldn't believe what he was hearing, he had loved his wife, but to taint their sacred marriage, he had heard rumors his wife was unfaithful but did not wish to believe it, this had been the eye-opener he had hoped for and now to have freedom danging in front of him.

The young man wanted to laugh as he walked over to the wall of horrors, looking around until he has seen something that could work for what he was feeling inside, Demonia watched curiously as the young man grabs hold of a device he quite enjoyed.

The Pear of Anguish, used for silencing, a very popular torturing device in The Shadow Lands.

Demonia begins to cut an apple into pieces, using the knife to eat each apple as he watches the scene in front of him unfold like a play, and he had front-row seats.

The young man clenches down hard on the device as he walks over to his wife, who is sobbing louder with each step of her husband. "P-Please, have mercy! I-I'm sorry my love, please have m-mercy!" The young woman begs as her husband slaps her hard across the face, silencing her momentarily.

The young man sits on top of her, holding her hands apart as she thrashes about like a wild animal, he had had enough of her speaking lies, he wanted her to finally shut up and to stop speaking, she had broken his heart and dishonored him by her ways of betrayal.

"I-I'm sorry." The young man says before he inserts the device.

As Demonia watched the young women's jaw begin to widen, he couldn't help but remember what his father had once told him, it constantly played in his mind as he watched the husband take his revenge on his wife, her screams filling the room whilst her husband yells in her face, tightening the device with so much anguish on his face.

"Demonia, sleeping alone is better than sharing your bed with someone who shares their bed with someone else when you're not around."

Demonia took those words to heart, with what heart he had felt in his rotten one. He saw so much of his mother in this young slave girl, so much to the point he couldn't bear it any longer.

Finishing his apple, he puts on his coat and rakes his fingers through his hair, looking over to his bed, watching as the blood drips from the sheets, the husband holds onto his dead wife in his arms as he cries for forgiveness from his god as he cradles his now-dead wife.

It was always the same, in the end, they would forgive, but he couldn't forgive them, they were weak and he hated weakness when it came to women, they were all the same, and it is one thing to lie but another to be unfaithful.

Demonia walks to his door and holds it halfway open, he glances behind him to see the young man glare in his direction, with so much sorrow and anguish. "Smile boy, you're free." He says with a small smile, leaving the room and the young man.

Closing the door behind him the young man knew he would never be free, not when the haunting look of his wife whilst she stared up at him with terror and forgiveness as he was taking her life will follow him for the rest of his life.

He knew he would never be free, he gets off his dead wife and walks over to the wall of terrors. He feels nothing, no love, no joy, he is now without a soul from what he had just done, he did not want to be free from his love.

Walking over to the chair the Prince was sat, he takes the knife he used to cut into his apple, he walks over to his beloved wife and says one last prayer, one last plea for forgiveness as he pushes the knife straight through his heart.

With one last thought in mind as he dies in the arms of his wife.

"Forgive me."