Free Web NovelChapter 1: Ichor
’’Lucifer said Hell now has a foolish heir.’’
Snow drizzled like rain at the entrance of a cave forgotten for five hundred years.
An ancient demon, wrapped in old chains, slept peacefully in it. His eyes were closed, long eyelashes resting softly against pale cheekbones, his hands stretched apart as though he were being crucified, the chains dug painfully as golden blood trickled down the metal that held his hands apart like some criminal.
’’And,’’
Their voices echoed again, like the blizzard outside his home. It was a sound he had grown used to over the last five hundred years. He endured the stale smell of it, the harsh cold biting against his skin and numbing the scars and injuries he got from the last whipping.
He heard their footsteps as they came close, slipping through the magical barrier keeping him in. They entered like four bloody, ominous shadows.
His kneeling position made them appear like giants determined to tear him apart.
’’He was not wrong.’’
A familiar pain in his heart made his weak eyes flutter, revealing the most beautiful pair of golden eyes not worthy of being looked upon by mere elders.
He liked to call them servants, obedient dogs of his not-so-great dad.
A sly, almost wicked smirk parted his soft pink lips.
Oh, how much he wished to tear them apart.
Asmodeus scoffed as he moved his dark, long whip in the shape of a horse tail over his lower arm.
’’Look at him. I have never seen a demon as possessed with rebellious intent as he is. And he is supposed to be our future leader—’’
One warning glance from Levianthan, the leader of the group, had Asmodeus backing down with a disbelieving eyeroll. Mammon only smiled while Beelzebub leaned on a rock to pick at his teeth.
That little wraith dinner he had earlier would surely make his stomach ache for a while.
Levianthan, the most loyal, worthy and upright archdemon in all of Hell, took a crunching step closer to the beautiful, yet rebellious only child of the devil.
He was the one who dared to save a village the King of Hell dreamed of eradicating with a plague and had the guts to say his father was wrong for leading them all from a place like ’’heaven’’ to come and feed on scraps in a cold place like Hell.
Where is the sense in that?
Were his exact words.
His mother, Lilith, pleaded with her love not to end his existence but rotting for eternity in a cave seemed fair.
Other demons agreed it wasn’t and Lucifer was merely just showing his favouritism.
’’Ichor,’’
Ichor cringed hard at his middle name.
His head turned a bit. Silky white-and-black strands spilled over his shoulders, reaching his lower back.
’’Your Mother...’’
Levianthan paused as if the word mother was the most disgusting thing apart from being a loyal Hell rat.
They hated his mother simply because she had given birth to a demon like him.
So unruly.
Impossible to control.
A rebel beast.
’’...has done so well to offer you the key to the chains of your imprisonment. She has pleased the King of hell over these years and now, the king has said, you will be forgiven only if you achieve something impossible for the likes of you.’’
Now, Beel smiled as he sucked hard on a human bone he had picked up along the way as a snack. His eyes moved until they were fixated on the prince of hell in mad anticipation.
Ichor thought the reason why his stomach flipped was because of the terrible smell of the demons before him, he hated how poor their hygiene was as respected elders of Hell.
But then again.
Maybe dread had already begun curling in his stomach of what his father had in mind to torment him with this time.
’’Fall in love, and be loved in return. Only then will Hell forgive your five centuries of disrespect toward the King of Hell.’’
Ichor did nothing but blink. Suddenly, he couldn’t tell if the chains suddenly grew vicious fangs at him or the thought of being doomed to this cave forever suffocated him.
He can never be loved.
No, not because of some curse or whatever.
He was too beautiful, too perfect and endowed to be truly wanted. No female ever saw him more than some object they needed to have, a beautiful piece they lusted day and night over, even the humans burning in the wretched abyss could not stop themselves from staring at him with lust and desire whenever he walked past that dreadful place or was in charge for a while.
There was no love or respect.
It was either pure hate because of who or what he was.
Or an all-consuming obsession that drowned and wounded him each time.
There was none willing to look past his ungodly appearance and like him for who he truly was.
Ichor sank further in defeat as he heard the price of his freedom. He tried not to have that defeated look before them and failed.
He had loved and admired so many women, both mortal, divine and demon.
But it was all the same.
Beneath his refined looks, he was just an annoying, sick, self-absorbed, spoiled brat of Hell that weirdly does good deeds as a demon.
’’Fall in love and be loved in return and you will be freed from these chains. You shall be clothed in a mortal body and sent to the upperworld to find your redemption.’’
’’Three hundred and sixty five earthly days is the time agreed on by the majority and given to you.’’
What?
The majority they say or just among the four of them!
’’If you fail to be loved in return, you shall die and return here to be bound until time is no more.’’
Mamon chuckled. One that sounded more like a starving hyena.
He just gazed at them all in disbelief, not able to say anything until... fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
’’How about I just remain here, forgotten and abandoned in this cold cave until time is no more?’’
The loyal dogs of hell paused in their tracks as they turned to leave. Levianthan, eyes thick and red with reptilian slits turned to regard the ungrateful little brat.
Ichor only smiled, cocking one amusing eyebrow at the demon, though they were not the same age, both were regarded as ancient. freewebnøvel.com
Levianthan’s eyes darkened on him in displeasure.
Oh how much he desired to wipe off that smug look completely from his face.
’’Even if that is the desire of all of Hell, sadly, your mother and father are still deluded of your redemption one day.’’
Ichor smiled, a full one. One that brought out his dimpled face and the gold in his eyes sparkled.
’’Why on earth though? I could easily stay here in Hell and find my one true love,’’ he teased.
Levi frowned.
Then smiled.
’’Think about it, Your Highness, which part of this great whole world is known to resent demons the most?’’
