PURE FICTION

The Demon’s Betrothed

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I have spent my days lamenting, moaning like the chain-ridden ghosts in the halls of the abandoned jails of centuries past. I, the soulless demon of the Underworld, King of Horrors, and all that disputes the nauseating comfort of what humans describe as contentment, happiness, and love. I have spent my time mourning and loathing myself for my existence. It has been exactly like what human teenagers go…