The Biggest Pr*ck To Ever Walk The Earth And The Underworld

I could feel how powerful this intruder was. I could feel the power just moving beneath his skin. He wasn't somebody to be played with. And someone I know I should avoid. But what was I to do when I was pinned against the wall by what I should avoid? 

"What the fuck are you?" I asked, throwing his question back at his ridiculously handsome face. 

His hold tightened on my neck and I whined. "You do not question me, weakling."

I stared at this prick with my eyes wide with disbelief. "Weak… Weakling…? Me?" I scoffed, shaking my head. Oh, fuck this guy. Who does he think he is? 

I grabbed his arms and before he could even blink, I switched our positions, pinning him with a smirk on my face. Now, who was the weakling? But my smirk quickly faded when my arm burned. 

I looked down at it to see him holding my arm, black shadows curling around his hand, and wrapping around my arm. I gasped in pain, trying to pull away but he held tight. He switched our positions again, holding me still. 

"Are you ready to answer the question now?" he asked. 

"I'm a sin-eater, okay?!" I shouted, struggling against his hold, and he finally let go of my arm. I released a breath, looking down at my poor arm to see it was black, and fuck, it burned. "What the hell did you do to me?!" 

"A sin-eater," he repeated, looking down at me with a thoughtful expression. "You eat sins?"

"Yeah, that's what the name says, smart ass," I snarled at me, wanting to hurt him. 

"Mind your language," he warned, his voice low. 

"Or what? Will you punish me?"

He grabbed my neck, bringing his face close to mine. "Do you even know who you're talking to?"

"I don't fucking care," I spit out through my teeth. 

His hold tightened and I groaned, glaring at him. "I am Kaelvaren Mor'Thalas, prince of the underworld, and second heir to the dark throne." 

That made me pause. Even the lake of oxygen in my lungs didn't matter. Kaelvaren… I've heard that name countless times. Demons came up plenty of times, to drink or fuck, it didn't matter which. What mattered was what they said. 

Malrik was the king of the underworld, but the name whispered with fear was Kaelvaren. He was the second prince, commander of the underworld army, and a cold, heartless prick. 

I knew just by looking at his eyes that he was someone really powerful. There was a certain kind of power you had to have for it to be seen in your eyes, even when you were masking your true form. 

Fuck, I was in deep shit. I didn't know what I did to attract his attention but I had to find a way to get out of this position. 

When Kael saw I was no longer struggling and finally understood the gravity of my situation, he let go of me, and he didn't even look smug, just annoyed. I coughed, rubbing my throat as air rushed back in. 

"What do you want from me?" I asked when I could finally speak, my voice hoarse. 

"I was just curious to know what you were," he answered in that polished way of his. If I had paid attention in the beginning, I would have noticed he was royal. It was clear as day from the way he stood and spoke. 

"That's not how you approach someone, man. Do they not teach you that in the underworld?"

Before I could even process what was happening, I was being pinned to the wall again, this time more harder. Oh, he looked furious. 

"Mind your fucking language with me," he growled.

I struggled again, my temper rising. This was the surface, not the damn underworld. He was a prince of nothing up here, and he should know it. 

"Let go of me, you princely prick!" I shouted, grabbing his arm and squeezing so hard I heard a bone crack, but the monster didn't even flinch. 

"Talk to me with such foul language again and I will rip out your tongue with my bare hand." 

And that was how my temper snapped. My hand flew with the speed of light, my fist folded, and it connected to his jaw. His head whipped to his side, his skin splitting open. But barely a second later, the skin began to close. 

Aw, man, I was fucked. That was confirmed when his tattoo moved. Now, he was really furious. 

"Hey, man, listen–"

But the prince of the underworld was done listening. He picked me up so easily that I would be embarrassed if I weren't so scared, and then I went flying. 

"No!" I heard a feminine voice scream, and then I crashed into a bike, shattering the whole thing. 

"Oh no. No. No. No." 

I raised my head to see a woman with red hair walk towards what was left of the bike, her eyes wide, her body shaking. 

As I watched her, something seemed to move inside me. It stirred, dominant, yet restless. She knelt in front of the pieces, a tear slipping out of her eyes. And suddenly fear wrapped around my heart, seizing it. 

I was left confused. And then she raised her head slowly, her eyes meeting mine. The fear that wrapped around my heart turned to terror and it was damn painful. Fear wasn't meant to be painful.

I gasped, crashing down to my knees so hard that the ground cracked. Tears came pouring down, leaving me even confused. 

Something about her was so familiar. Like a strong sense of deja vu. And I felt like my soul was reaching out to her, but I didn't understand why it was painful or why I was crying. 

But that look in her eyes… That was pure rage. She looked ready to kill. To tear us apart, and I had a feeling she would have no problem with that. There was something powerful that was surrounding her. Something dark.

Her attention moved away from me and looked behind me. The pain in my chest loosened a bit, making it a bit easier to breathe. I turned to see Kael staring at her with fear. The prince who looked so high and mighty now looked so fearful. 

He went down on his knees, blood flowing out of his nose, as he whispered, "You're her. It… clicked."