BETROTHED TO THE DEMON KING

Ducan's P.o.v

I sat on my huge silver throne reluctantly with my legs crossed listening to my generals' suggestions with interest.

Everything was going smoothly and beautifully in my kingdom that I would say. Despite the humans still fearing us and other lame losers trying to have passage to my kingdom all in the name of becoming heroes, we were still in control.

For three thousand years, I governed my kind with alter most discipline and restriction.

My mother was a humble Human being while my father was a cruel demon lord.

Due to past calamity in the human world, the human elders called upon the help of my father. In exchange for his help, they offered my mother to him, who by then was a blessed maiden.

A blessed maiden was a favoured virgin girl whom the gods granted power and gifts. They were not only unheard of, they were usually born once every thousand years. whoever they gave their body to, he or she acquired significant power no matter what being they were.

When my father saw how this offer was too good to let it slide, he agreed and took my mother for himself in exchange for granting help to the humans.

A few years went by and I was conceived through a loving bond and union.

Despite being a weak and fragile human, my mother was kind and good to both me and my father. She was also the cause of his sudden change of heart.

We were all he had and he made sure to let us know. But then one day we received news that human territory was once again in need of help. My father was reluctant to go, but my mother pleaded with him since they were still her people. Him being in love, he easily agreed.

We later went to human territory expecting a warm welcome not knowing it was all a trap.

At a young age, I witnessed my parents and our generals being brutally attacked by the human warriors. One elder was watching happily while yelling at my mother and calling her evil for letting a disgusting monster of the dark touch her.

My father was trying to protect me and my mother at the same time that he couldn't see the hero who carried the holy sword sneaking behind him.

As if it was all a nightmare, I watched as the hero brutally drove it through his heart while the warriors ganged up on my mother and our demon generals.

My father was bleeding badly while my mother's corpse lay lifeless on the ground.

With the little strength he was left with, he sent us all back to the demon kingdom using his magic.

That day was the worst day of my life but also my rebirth as the demon lord.

I couldn't mourn them because crying was a sign of weakness. I locked up my human emotions and lived with anger and hatred for a thousand years.