Every second I was away from her was a second too long, each second was torture and more painful than the one before. My instincts felt torn in two, torn by the powerful need to be next to her and the uncontrollable urge to take my place as king.
The underworld was even more raucous than normal, already begining to celebrate my corination before it even happens. Any excuse to cause a little disorderly chaos was welcomed. Demons gathered in numbers in and around the modern dark castle, music seeping through every direction while the familiar sweet scent of alcohol,narcotic drugs and pure s*x tainted the air. Even the souls of the dammed part took in the celebrations.
I stood facing the mirror, fixing the collor of my black button down shirt while images of her crossed my mind, her cry
