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[Mature Content]

How could Water and Fire become one without destroying each other?

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She wanted escape and he was looking for answers but sometimes answers might be incorrect, escapes could lead to dead ends! 

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Hellion Mebus had been looking for the other half of a certain Medallion that belonged to him all of his life but then he finds it where he had never expected it to be; the Crown-princess of Dnexaro!

Were they fated togather or was it something else, something like a trap? 

Claudia Ava Morissette, the crown-princess of Dnexaro was rescued on the night of her forced wedding ceremony by a mysterious stranger whose eyes switched colors from Onyx to deep burning red right before her eyes. She had never seen such a thing in her life ever before. He was like fire and like a moth she was drawn towards him but little did she know, from once prison she was going to fall into another. This time however she had fallen into a prison thousands of years back in time...

Had she fallen into the pit of hell ran by demons?

But more importantly, other baffling realizations were waiting for her such as.. she wasn't what she always thought she was...

Bewitched by the Demon Prince

"Leaving so soon, brother?" Khufu sneered, swirling his sword in his hands.

Hellion ran his tongue over his fangs as he let out a raspy chuckle. "I must admit, I expected this."

"Would you be surprised if I say, me too!" Khufu leaned in a little and whispered like he was telling Hellion a secret.

"Nch," Hellion responded with a sound. "Not at all!"

Hellion crossed his arms behind his back, gesturing towards the creature with the movements of his fingers. The creature blinked at the visible message but it didn't budge from its place when Hellion was expecting it to flee while he was to distract Khufu and his men who had surrounded him like bees around their hive.

"Just for the sake of the fact that I called you brother, I'll give you a choice. Hand over your pet without causing any trouble and I'll spare you." Khufu said as he stopped swirling the sword and rested its tip above the ground.

Prized possession