Valentine Black has had a voice in his head advising him to do and not to do things since he was seven. It has been 10 years since then.

10 years ago, Malice Blackheart (Wrath) was banished into the body of a human as exile for killing one.

Pride's crown has been stolen and now it is Valentine's job to get it back before the culprit releases Hell on Earth.

Of course he has help from a talkative Italian angel, his moody fairy friend and the demon who just so happens to share his body.

(The first book in a series that was never meant to be a series.)

The Crown Of Pride

"Do they always have to knock you out when they kidnap you?" 


Emalia rolled her eyes at her best friend's words. Out of all the possible things he could ask, he chooses to ask that. Valentine turned to her with furrowed eyebrows, "why do they always do that?" 


Emalia smirked faintly, "Probably to get people like you to shut up." 


Behind them, Gideon was trembling while his goat eyes frantically searched the small dark room they were shut in. It had a cage door and a lot of cobwebs along with the makers of said webs. There was dust and dirt on the floor along with random patches of black on the rough stone floor. 


Gideon pulled his legs up to his chest, "W-where are w-we?" 


Valentine sighed and turned to look at the satyr, "my question exactly." 


Sixteen