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A fallen Angels favorite meal is a broken soul... 

During a siege Upon her Kingdom, Princess Beatrice Victoria strikes a bargain unknowingly with a Demon King, to save her kingdom. She must share his bed every full moon and give him her soul. Princess Beatrice is skeptical but reluctantly agrees....

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Even in her dream she couldn't shake her fear or apprehension of him. If anything, it felt magnified.

"Tell me, demon, did you send that monster to kill William?"

His expression went cold at the mention of the other man's name.

"Who is that?" He smirked.

She knew by his jealous reaction that it was him who sent the Black Knight, and he in fact, knew who William was. The shock of the truth sunk in. She became angry and started slapping the demon and pounding on his muscular unmoving chest.

"How could you! Have you no shame! He could have died!"

"Shame? I am the King of Demons, I have no shame in anything I do or with anyone I do it with."

She shot him a look because of his overtly sexual connotation. She tried to slap him again, but he caught her by her wrist and pulled her her petite frame up against him, then kissed her hard. She was no match for his weapon. She felt her anger at him dissipating as a warm and fuzzy feeling began to wash over her completely. Her lips, ended up kissing him back and she wanted to taste more and more of him.

She didn't know what had gotten into her and chalked it up to her being in a dream. She broke the kiss. His hands gently ran up and down the sides of her body. His hands were exquisite.

"Please, demon. You must stop touching me like this," She said.

"Why? I like touching you."

"Be-because I can't think straight when you do." She confessed.

"You don't have to think when you're with me, I will always take care of you... in and out of bed." His lips kissed her clavicle bone.

"Please..." She pleaded.

His sweet kisses were driving her to sweet agony.

"Forget the Knight, Princess Beatrice and be mine. All mine..."

Demon of Hearts

Nevertheless, a promise is a promise. She didn't realize he was holding her hand so tightly. She tried to remove it but he wouldn't let her go. She was stuck beside him. She would get a full view of it.

"Are we ready,Your Majesty?" Healer asked calmly.

She nodded her head 'yes'. Not sure her words would come out. She watched as the two women worked. One held golden linen scissors in her hands while the other started sitting vials along with empty wooden bowls on the nearby table. The healer stood at the head of the bed. Princess Beatrice didn't know what to expect.

"Your Majesty, we're not just cleaning. His Royal Highness... his wounds. I will be chanting an incantation of protection."

He looked down just as one of the assistants cut and removed the blood stain bandages. Princess Beatrice involuntarily gasped in shock at what she saw. The wound was repulsive. It looked as if it had aged rapidly within the last several hours. It was crimson red with a horrible stench that wafted into her nostrils, making her cover her nose with her sleeve.

She looked at Prince William then. He was not awake and she was glad for his sake that he wasn't. His wound looked horrible, like sliced beef with a grey greenish tint to it.

Healer spoke. "The infection is spreading fast Your Majesty. The black Knight must have poisoned him. The incantation is to help slow down the poison."

No ! Was all that ran through her mind. It screamed and echoed inside of her hollow self. She felt herself feeling even more guilt than she already had. He did not deserve this, she thought. The Demon King was being cruel.

How could he ? Could he hurt an innocent man ? She had to talk to him and try to reason with him before the full moon. The full moon was weeks away. Will she be able to make a demon a purely evil being understand love and compassion for Prince William.

She watched as the woman mixed the various herbs in the vials into the wooden bowl nearby. She watched as it produced a green frothy paste. She administered it on the wounds infected areas and used to clean white linen, and wrapped his chest. The scar looked more like a burn to her. How was he still alive?

Once they were done dressing His wound, they gave him a sponge bath with cool water. His coloring looked better but she knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. She let go of his hand and stood up from the elevated cot. She walked over to the healer.

"Please tell me there's something we can do," she pleaded with him.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. His Majesty is gravely ill. The size of the wound...The loss of blood. I-I'm not sure if he will make it. The infection is growing so rapidly. I am at a loss for words."

"How long?" She asked referring to his mortality.

"One cannot say. It could be days... could be hours."

Her heart lurched at the dreadful news.

"Yes, Your Majesty. This infection is moving faster than anything I've seen since the plague, and believe me, we healers had our hands full with that."

She had more questions but she didn't think he would answer them. She had to help him if she could.

"What can I do to help?" She offered.

A Promise Is A Promise...