The Demon King s Destiny

Miaka’s P.O.V

Gods grant favours to only those who work for it.

But sometimes miracles happen. Someone somewhere gets a surprise that changes their lives forever. Sometimes it’s a pleasant surprise, sometimes unpleasant. And sometimes that miracle might as well be a curse. And sometimes, we spend our entire life debating if that miracle was actually a curse in disguise or a blessing.

I’m one such miracle.

Eighteen years ago, a war was started between Hades and Suzaku, the Beast God of Fire and of the South, about who would rule over the Fires of Hell in the Southern Hemisphere. The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other.

The Gods were grief stricken and ended the war immediately before it claimed any more of those they loved. A truce was made between the Gods as they retrieved Zara and Alysa’s souls and combined them to form a being which was neither Demon, nor Angel but both. And thus, I was born.

A celestial hybrid, but a hybrid none the less.

It is the biggest secret of my life…or it was, until a few moments ago.

“The choice is yours, Miaka.” Rihero Von Palestine, the dragon King’s face was an unreadable mask, his aura dead calm. “Either I let the Dark Council know about your actual identity and they strip you of all your power and hunt you down until you’re dead. Or, you can marry me and together we rule everything.”

“You think I’m scared of death?” I asked him, masking my emotions behind iron control.

“No.” Rihero lifted his shoulders lightly in a shrug. “But you’re scared of what will happen after you die. The only reason the Dark Council is stable as of now is because of you.”

“And marrying you is going to solve everything?” I arched an eyebrow. “What guarantee do I have that you wouldn’t turn on me after I’ve agreed to this ridiculous proposal?”

“You don’t.” Another shrug. “But like I said, you don’t have a choice.”

“Fine.” I shrugged. Rihero’s lips tilted up on one side, thinking that he had won this battle. That was until he heard what I had to say next. “Tell them. I’m tired of keeping secrets anyway.”