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All through her life Eleanor has been told of how ruthless and merciless the night creature tend to be. She has read books and scrolls about what they did and have been told tales of never getting close to those people.

But when she turned of age, her heartless father had indeed given her out to the king of this night creatures.

On the night of her wedding, rather than her husband, Eleanor was taken by another demon. A more ruthless and mean demon.

He's the scariest of them all. The most powerful demon that ever existed. One wave of his fingers and a fruitful land turns into an inhospitable dry land.

He is a rumoured living god. 

He's danger.

He's one to be wary of.

The one people run away from just at the sight of him. 

She had summoned him without an idea and a bond was formed.

He hated her for tying herself to him. He hated to be disturbed by a mere human princess. He wanted to kill her, to get rid of her, but he couldn't.

A mate bond is the strongest of all bond. There's no way out of it. He knew if he harmed her he would be harming himself too.
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"You can stay, but I'll never have anything to do with you. You'll never have my love or affection."

And just when Leviathan thought he was done with the human princess, he could feel all of her emotions. Her pain. Her happiness, and slowly, the mighty king found his dark heart drawn to the human princess. 

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Trapped By The Devils Heir

I followed Pennyworth as he led me out of the kings chambers and over to the next wing of the castle which wasn't so far from where he was.

The old man said nothing to me as we walked through the quiet corridor. He held a lantern in his hands which brightened the dark corridor.

A few maids walked by bowing when they approached us. Their steps were quick and they whispered words to themselves before disappearing from the corridor.

"This is your room my lady." Pennyworth said standing before a large black door.

He brought out a key from the many other keys tied to a stringe around his waist as he opened the door wide enough for me to see the inside of the room.

The room was lit, and the furnitures were neatly arranged at a corner. There was not much to be found in the room except a bed, and a desk for eating. It isn't as beautiful as my room back at home, but anything was acceptable.

It's not like I'll be staying for long anyways.

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