CHAPTER 1 — THE EXECUTIONER AND THE DEMON PRINCE
Rain sliced the night like knives as Aarya Sen sprinted across the abandoned industrial yard, blades glowing with silver sigils.
Her target was near.
She could feel it—like fire crawling under her skin.
A demon.
A powerful one.
Her heartbeat remained calm. Not fear.
Training. Discipline. Duty.
The Order had given a single command:
"EXECUTE THE DEMON PRINCE. No body, no mercy."
She spotted him standing on the broken rooftop.
Tall.
Still.
Black coat flowing like smoke.
Horns curved back like obsidian.
Aarya raised her blades.
"Rhaziel Kaelith," she said coldly.
"By the authority of the Order, you are sentenced to death."
The demon prince looked at her…
…like she was nothing more than a spark annoyingly bright.
"Human," he said.
Voice deep, smooth, dangerous.
"I warned your kind not to hunt me."
Aarya launched forward, blades slicing bright arcs.
He didn't move.
At the very last second—
CLANG!
His flaming sword appeared, blocking her attack.
Fire burst between them.
She slid back, boots dragging across wet asphalt.
He stepped toward her, flames licking his skin.
"That was brave," he said softly.
"Stupid.
But brave."
Aarya spat blood and attacked again.
Steel met fire.
Thunder cracked.
The ground trembled.
They moved like two storms colliding—
She slashed his shoulder.
He tore her arm with his claws.
Blood—human and demon—splashed onto the ground…
…and the earth GLOWED CRIMSON.
Rhaziel froze.
"…No," he whispered.
Aarya felt something burning her wrist.
Symbols—ancient and alive—twisted around her skin.
Rhaziel's wrist glowed with the SAME MARK.
Aarya stepped back.
"What did you do?"
Rhaziel's eyes widened—genuine horror.
"Human… you FOOL."
He grabbed her wrist.
"You've activated a marriage curse."
Aarya stared.
"What?"
Rhaziel said the words that would change her life forever:
"Our souls are bound.
If you die…
I die.
And if I die—
you die with me."
Lightning split the sky as the bond sealed.
Aarya's execution mission had just become her worst nightmare.
CHAPTER 2 — THE BOND THAT REFUSES TO BREAK
Aarya staggered backward, clutching her burning wrist.
"No…" she whispered.
"This isn't possible. I didn't agree to anything."
Rhaziel didn't chase her.
He simply watched her—like a predator watching prey run even though escape was pointless.
"That is how ancient curses work, little hunter," he said, voice cool as ice.
"No agreement. No consent."
His eyes burned brighter.
"Just fate."
Aarya's breath shook.
Not because she was afraid.
But because her body felt wrong—like energy coils were tightening under her skin.
She stepped back again.
Rhaziel moved forward.
Instinctively, she lifted her blades—
—but her arm snapped down against her own will.
"What—?"
Her eyes widened.
"Ah."
Rhaziel smirked. "You feel it now."
Aarya tried to move her leg.
Her knee locked.
She tried to step away—the bond yanked her back painfully.
It felt like invisible chains had wrapped around her bones.
Her teeth gritted.
"What… did this curse do to me?"
Rhaziel leaned closer, voice lowering.
"It made us one life."
The rain hissed around them.
Aarya grabbed her communicator from her belt—
—it exploded with a spark the moment the bond touched it.
She stared at the broken device in horror.
Rhaziel looked bored.
"The bond won't allow anything that separates us."
"Stay away from me," she hissed.
Lightning cracked.
She sprinted toward the exit.
And the bond SLAMMED her back toward him, like gravity had reversed.
She crashed into his chest hard enough to knock the breath out of her.
His hand steadied her waist—firm, warm, unwanted.
Aarya shoved him away.
But the curse pulsed again…
And the world around her shifted.
The air vibrated.
The ground glowed.
Wind spiraled upward like a funnel.
Rhaziel sighed.
"She's pulling the portal," he muttered.
"Tch. Of course she is."
Aarya's heart pounded.
"What portal?"
He met her eyes.
"Home."
The bond on her wrist shone like molten gold—
VOOM—
The ground beneath her feet disappeared.
Aarya screamed as the world collapsed into a swirl of fire and shadow.
Rhaziel grabbed her arm sharply before she fell into the void.
"Don't struggle," he growled.
"You'll only make the transition worse."
"I don't want to go with you!"
"You don't have a choice."
The last thing she saw was his fire-lit eyes—
—and the broken city dissolving behind her—
Before the darkness swallowed them whole.
CHAPTER 3 — THE DEMON KING'S HEIR (START)
(I will give the full chapter if you want, but here is the opening so you can feel the tone.)
Aarya crashed onto hard ground.
But it wasn't asphalt.
It wasn't earth.
It was obsidian.
Black stone, smooth like glass, glowing with molten cracks beneath.
She forced her shaking arms to push herself up—
—and froze.
She was inside a gigantic hall.
Columns made of ancient bones.
Torches of blue flame.
A ceiling so high it vanished into smoke.
And demons.
Dozens.
Tall, horned, armored creatures turned toward her in silence.
Shock.
Then anger.
Rhaziel stepped through the portal behind her, flames trailing under his boots.
Every demon immediately bowed their heads to him.
"My Prince."
Aarya stared.
Prince.
He wasn't lying.
Rhaziel looked down at her like she was an unwanted but valuable object.
"Stand."
She didn't.
Her body rose on its own.
Her jaw clenched.
A tall demon with black armor stepped forward—
glowing eyes flicking to her wrist.
"Your Highness… she bears the mark."
Gasps filled the hall.
Another demon hissed, "The Binding Curse…"
A female demon in a crimson gown moved forward—beautiful, deadly, eyes shimmering with desire.
"Rhaziel," she purred.
"You didn't tell me you took a mate."
Aarya's stomach dropped.
Rhaziel's jaw tightened.
"She is not my mate. She is a mistake."
Aarya snapped.
"A mistake?! You forced this bond—"
Rhaziel turned sharply, eyes burning.
"I didn't force anything. You activated the curse when your blood touched mine."
"I was fighting you!"
He stepped closer.
"Exactly."
His voice was low, dangerous, feeling too close to her skin.
The female demon smirked at Aarya.
"Human," she said sweetly, "you should be grateful. A prince's mate lives a very… privileged life."
Aarya spat back,
"I'd rather die."
Rhaziel's expression darkened—not with anger, but something else.
Possession.
"No," he said.
"Not while my life depends on yours."
The hall fell silent.
Aarya suddenly felt a claw-like hand touch her chin—
Rhaziel grabbed the demon's wrist and twisted.
Bones snapped.
The demon screamed.
Rhaziel didn't blink.
"No one touches her," he said coldly.
"She is under my protection."
Aarya's pulse hammered against her ribs as dozens of demons stared at her like she was prey thrown into a lion's den.
Rhaziel stepped forward, blocking their view of her with a single commanding gesture.
"Lower your blades," he said.
His voice was soft—too soft—yet the entire hall froze.
Every demon obeyed.
Aarya felt it again:
The power.
The absolute dominance.
The throne in his veins.
The bond between them pulsed like a heartbeat.
She hated it.
Aarya lifted her chin.
"I want to go home."
Rhaziel looked down at her, expression unreadable.
"You cannot."
"Why?"
"The curse pulls you to me. Try leaving the realm and it will drag you back—piece by piece."
Her stomach twisted.
"What does that even mean?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, a sharp voice echoed from the throne side of the hall.
---
ENTER DRAVEN — The Shadow Blade
A tall demon in black armor approached, eyes glowing silver, presence cold and deadly.
"Prince Rhaziel," he said with a bow, "you return injured… and bonded."
Aarya noticed the subtle smirk in his eyes.
Not cruel.
Amused.
He looked at her with curiosity.
"So this is the little human who tied the Fire Prince to her wrist."
"I didn't tie anything," she snapped.
Draven shrugged.
"Intentions don't matter. Blood does."
Rhaziel growled softly.
"Enough."
Draven stepped back respectfully, arms folded.
But his eyes never left Aarya.
---
ENTER ELYSIA — The Jealous Demoness
Footsteps echoed through the hall.
Slow.
Elegant.
Deadly.
The crimson-gowned demoness from before walked closer, her lips curved like a blade.
Elysia Noctis.
Her beauty was unreal—long white hair, glowing ruby eyes, skin shimmering like moonlit marble.
Even Aarya froze for a second.
Elysia's smile was sweet poison.
"Rhaziel… you disappeared for three days. I assumed you were preparing for our mating ceremony."
Rhaziel's expression was ice.
"There is no ceremony, Elysia. There never was."
Aarya blinked.
Wait… what?
Elysia's smile faltered—cracked—then hardened.
Her eyes slid toward Aarya.
"So that is why," she whispered.
"A human brat. An executioner. How… embarrassing."
Aarya stepped forward.
"Call me brat again and I'll cut that gown into ribbons."
Gasps filled the hall.
Elysia's eyes widened—then narrowed with venom.
"How adorable," she hissed.
"A pet with a temper."
Aarya reached for her blade—
—but her wrist burned, dragging her backward—
Right into Rhaziel's chest.
His arm shot around her waist, steadying her.
"Don't," he said quietly in her ear.
"You are not strong enough to fight a high demon."
Aarya stiffened, refusing to react to the warmth of his hold.
"Let go of me."
He didn't.
Not immediately.
And that was enough for Elysia's fury to explode.
"You dare protect her?" Elysia snapped.
"A human? Rhaziel, have you lost your mind?!"
Rhaziel's voice cut like a blade.
"She is my cursed bond.
Touch her and you die."
---
THE DEMON KING ARRIVES
A thunderous boom rattled the hall.
Every demon dropped to one knee.
Even Rhaziel bowed his head slightly.
Aarya felt her throat tighten.
A towering figure strode down the staircase—
black armor, flaming eyes, aura of absolute destruction.
Lord Malachor.
The Demon King.
Rhaziel's father.
His presence was suffocating.
He stopped in front of them, gaze pinning Aarya to the ground.
"A human executioner," he murmured.
"In my hall."
Aarya clenched her jaw.
"I didn't come here by choice."
Malachor laughed—a slow, chilling sound.
"No one enters my realm by choice, girl."
Rhaziel stepped between them.
"The bond is ancient. It activated on its own."
Malachor's eyes narrowed at his son.
"You let a human curse you?"
Rhaziel's jaw tightened.
"I did not LET anything—"
"She is weak," Malachor snapped.
"Pathetic. A stain on our bloodline."
Aarya's fists clenched.
Rhaziel moved instantly.
He didn't attack.
But he placed himself directly in front of her—shielding her with his own body.
Malachor lifted a brow.
"Defending her? Already?"
Rhaziel growled,
"If she dies… the heir of your throne dies with her."
Silence swept the hall.
Aarya felt cold.
This was not protection.
This was survival.
For BOTH of them.
Malachor studied her again—slowly, calculating.
"Very well," he said finally.
"She will stay in the Infernal Castle until the bond breaks."
Aarya frowned.
"How do we break it?"
Malachor smiled darkly.
"By killing each other, of course."
---
THE FIRST NIGHT — AND THE FIRST PULL
Rhaziel led Aarya through endless hallways made of obsidian and fire.
Torches flickered.
Demons whispered as they passed.
Her steps shook—but she didn't show it.
Finally he stopped in front of a door.
"This will be your room."
She stepped inside—
—and froze.
There was one bed.
Large.
Black silk.
"Absolutely not," she said immediately.
"I'm not sleeping near you."
Rhaziel leaned against the doorway casually.
"You won't have to."
Relief flickered in her chest—
until he added:
"The bond won't allow you to sleep if I'm too far."
"What?! Why?!"
"Because if I die in my sleep, you die too. The curse must keep us close."
Aarya grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
He didn't dodge.
The pillow hit his chest and fell.
Rhaziel smirked.
"You missed."
"I was aiming for your soul," she snapped.
"Too bad you don't have one."
His eyes darkened—
not with anger…
but with something like interest.
He stepped closer.
"One day," he said softly,
"you will stop pretending you're not afraid of me."
Aarya swallowed hard.
"I'm not afraid."
The bond pulsed violently—
dragging her a step closer to him.
She gasped and tried to pull back—
but her body ignored her.
Rhaziel caught her wrist gently.
"Then why is your heartbeat so loud?"
Aarya jerked her hand away.
"Stay on your side of the room."
He shrugged.
"As you wish…"
He moved toward the window—
Then the bond pulled her again.
This time harder.
She stumbled—
—and Rhaziel caught her by the waist before she hit the floor.
Their faces inches apart.
Breaths colliding.
Her heart betrayed her.
Rhaziel whispered,
"Get used to it, Aarya.
The curse… wants us close."
Aarya pushed him away, cheeks burning.
"I will break this bond," she muttered.
"Even if it kills you."
He smiled—slow, dangerous.
"Try, little hunter.
I'd love to see how far you can go."