Luna's Hell

Chapter One

A kelidoscope of colours, images and sounds. Blood, compass, devil traps, angels wings, fire, teeth, a girl who looks like me but with blond hair and the eyes. Omg! The eyes hypnotic golden eyes that if you look into them its like falling into molten lava. Then just before I fall a name is whispered skyla.

That's when I wake up bathed in sweat, heart pumping and fighting for control. I feel my magic raising and the change starting. Breathe in, breathe out remember dad's training calm calm calm.

These dreams are every night. Have been since I woke up here 18 months ago in the firey pits of Hell. To be wished happy 18th birthday by a seven foot demon with wings who just so happens to be a Prince of Hell and my dad. Worst part is though I had no memory of what came before.

So my whole life leading up to that point is a complete blank. Hence the dreams, I think! Either they're a memory or a what's to come.

So! For the last 18 months I've been learning. Learning and training all about the supernatural world all they're strengths and all they're weaknesses. Then all about myself my strengths, weaknesses and origins. Then honing my abilities to fight.

So technically I'm a princess demon, or that's what I need to tell everyone. I have a secret. I'm part demon and angel but I'm also part witch. Which has never happened before ever. See witches come into they're power when they turn 18 years old. They go into a sort of heat, that dad calls a frenzy. Which makes them want to have sex.

Normally, a witch has a coven and if the witch hasn't found her mate within the community, then the coven place a spell for her to sleep through it. Witches must not under any circumstances breed outside of they're species, else they're powers weaken or they become extinct. So they do some kind of blood spell on all witches, that they kill any babies who would be half breeds.

Apparently, my mam was a witch without a coven. Didn't do the blood spell. Obviously went into her frenzy and met my dad. Hence me. So no one must ever know I'm not pure demon. Mam kept me safe for 18 years then dad got me to keep mam safe. I just wish I could remember her. Or anything about my first 18 years of life.

So through being half witch I control one element can you guess what it is? You guessed it Fire! I'm so original. Plus I can teleport things straight into my hands, well as long as I own the object.

So from my demon/angel dad I get enhanced speed, strength and an immunity to fire. Also, I have 3 forms. I can look like a human, I can be an angel, problem is I have black wings or I can go full demoness. How you ask!? Well my grandfather is lucifer and grandmother is lilith my dad is Asmodias, the youngest of they're 3 sons.

See I'm a demon princess, but thanks to all these mixed genetics I'm immune to most magic, Angel fire and demon traps.

Thankfully thinking all this over I've finally calmed down enough to start my day. So I get out of my super soft four poster bed. A little magic to freshen up and change my pj's for my training gear and hi presto ready. Platt my very long black hair back, and out in search of breakfast I go.

Walking to the kitchen was always an adventure. The first corridor was full of drapes tapestries and oil paintings hung against stone walls. History books say its how a medivel castle would look. All I can say is its bloody drafty. The next hallway was beautifully painted walls of grecian gardens. I could stare at them for hours and hours and not get bored. Interspaced within the art was statues of nude women in various poses. Don't know what dad was thinking with that one.

The house was a maze of true beauty and anyone could easily get lost. Doors shifted around willy nilly. The only way to tell a room was the door. Thankfully, kitchen door was just at the end by the 6ft tall naked women with missing arms.

Pushing open the door, my eyes land on the one person that I didn't want to see. A very cute demon was sitting at the table, cheerfully eating pancakes with not a care in the world.

"good morning, princess. Your training with me today." he said all the while still chewing like he didn't just drop a bomb on me.

Giving him a grunt, I swiftly popped two pieces of toast in a toaster. Wonderful invention by the way. While I oogle the very cute demon from under my lashes. Even if he is rude, has no manners and is a hard ass. The man is gorgeous.

All demons have dark hair and his is no exception but his had a very distinct violet tint where the light catches it. His horns curved from the top of his head down around his ears, and he wears his hair long enough that they look like perfect streaks of violet instead of the horns I knew them to be. Small little bones lead down the sides of his neck to very strong broad shoulders and arms. Sharp knife like bones could protrude from each elbow. He is muscled, I know how hadr he works out. So I know how hard and magnificent the muscle under the black t-shirt he's wearing truly is.

His face is beautiful, it could belong on any one of the magazines I've seen lying around the place over the last 18 months. Strong square jaw. Plump kissable lips. A straight perfect nose. But, his eyes are the most striking pure violet with no pupil. With thick dark lashes incasing them.

"Like what you see? Princess? I've told you before ask and you shall receive!"
Startled out of my very blatant stare. I flustered trying to save my toast, when I finally get myself under control enough to not have a raging red face.

"There in lies the problem, Urban. Everyone else has already been there so no thanks." I tell him as I swiftly walk through the door burnt toast and all. Either he meets me in the gym or he doesn't. But no more looking at Urban in any way other than a training partner. Ever!

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