Princess Nyscella–the favored to be the queen of the coming age and the middle child between two brothers. She'd always been known for her grace and etiquette; however, at times, she was known to pick suitors from her soiree. Many men would fall into her net, giving way for her body to poison them with her influence. The sons of nobles, she had them wrapped within her fingers, and last night was no different, but as morning came, her brother barged into her room and chased off those men.

Standing with a translucent cover loosely gripped before her body, she scowled at her younger brother for having ruined her morning. Her radiant skin and eyelashes twinkled, trying to soothe his ache and, in turn, the rage that would befall her, but unlike the men he'd chased away, Marlo wasn't in the least persuaded by his sister's nude body.

"It hasn't been a week since mother's death, and you're already sleeping around with random sons from noble houses!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, anger oozing through his raging glare.

Scoffing at his words, Nyscella turned her head away. Her lips twisted into a grimace, and as she wiped the taste of numerous men from her lips, something within her mind just clicked. Smiling brightly, she looked at her brother once more.

"Doesn't that make me the queen, already? I only need a king to court me, brother Klaus has already agreed, so who are you to question what I do in my own bedroom?"

"He did what?!" The color drained from Marlo's face. This was the first time he had heard of this. "Y-you're marrying him? HAVE YOU GONE INSANE?!"

Planting his feet forward, his anger grew more apparent on his face. Although younger than both of his siblings, in a sense, he was a sage when compared to the other two. Jerking his arm sideways, he squeezed his fingers and yelled at his sister again.

"You're a princess, not some third-class duke! You're not meant to marry a sibling! Our mother nearly executed the dukes of the holt for that very reason!"

"There's a difference between a duke and a princess! Don't insult me by comparing me to that rabid dog!" Letting go of the cover, Nyscella stood bare with her smooth white skin turning red from her rage. Walking towards her brother, her feet pitter-pattered against the tiles. "And of course I won't fuck him, you idiot! Why do you think I've been sleeping around? One of these men will father my children, but they will never know who, and there will be no need for us to hand over a slice of our authority!"

"Still, this is insane!" Barking at each other's faces like dogs barking through a fence, the siblings stared into each other's eyes as if their look alone would make the other back away. However, it wasn't the look but by a devil that appeared on their shoulders that the silence was broken.

"Kill him," heard the princess.

"Expose her nature and save your mother's legacy," heard the prince.

A devil and an angel, or so it should've been, but in truth, it was just the devil that they'd heard pitting them against each other. For a moment, the two considered his words, but only the prince had the heart to take his advice.

"I will reveal what you are to everyone if you marry him," he said, taking a step back.

"You won't dare!" His sister barked, trying to grab him.

Appearing behind the prince, however, the devil stopped Marlo from taking another step back. Eight feet tall and with abyss worn as skin, he drew their attention, and the moment their eyes met his, their mind scattered, and their very bones were instilled with fright.

"I will kill him for you if you can't do it," grabbing Marlo by the throat, Zephyr squeezed his neck until the prince began to fight against his hold. "But if you don't make me do it, then he will go and tell everyone what you are. Because if he doesn't, then I will come back to finish the job regardless."

Ncysella's eyes glanced back and forth between her brother and the devil. She may not have agreed with him on everything, but she didn't have the heart to kill him either. Even so, if she sent him away, the truth would be revealed, and she would lose the favor of the public, and Glyea would be made queen.

"I-I… Let him go first!" She begged, her head hung low in fear.

"W-who…Areh YOU?!" Struggling against the devil's hold, the princess's instincts to fight were making him far braver than his sister. "ARGHH!"

His reward for that bravery? Being stabbed in the eye with one sharp and long nail. Pushing his finger deeper and deeper into the cavity of his now bloodied eye, Zephyr couldn't help but feel a laugh bubbling in his throat as the prince's screams echoed inside. Going limp a second later, however, the prince fell unconscious and drained the fun out of the torture. Letting him go, Zephyr wiped his finger and smiled with a toothy grin at his sister.

"Surrender your title; that girl must be queen." Taking a step forward, he towered over her naked form but felt nothing. Trembling under his shade, the princess gasped and prayed for the devil to be struck away, but instead of him being smited, Zephyr grabbed her by her face and lifted her body until her eyes were at the same level as his. Boring into them as if searching for something, he twisted his lips. "Answer me now or I'll throw your body to my bicorns. They'll make better use of scum like you than this kingdom ever will."

Squeezing her, however, the fiend himself wouldn't let her answer. He already knew that she would give in, and where was the fun in that? Thus, as she couldn't speak even after a while of waiting, Zephyr brought her face closer and whispered into her ear.

"I will hang your brothers by their balls. My slaves will sear their bodies with burning hot brands all day. Every breath you take, every man you fuck, every morsel of food you eat, I will it hell for him but heaven for you if you renounce your title right here." Throwing her away like a rag, Zephyr landed her back in her bed. Walking towards her as she was still recovering from the throw, he said the final words that would seal her torment forever. "If you refuse, you'll experience the same, but they will live under my rules as kings. Eating their fill, fucking till their balls are empty, and doing whatever they fuck they want with no restrains, nothing."

Presented with two options, where one favored her brother and tortured her, while the other favored her and tortured them, the princess, although hesitant, made the only choice any other human would've made.

"I will renounce my title!"

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