*This chapter contains scenes of disturbing and strong violence*

(you have been warned)

Demonia's lifeless body was picked up by two guards as the woman who caused the young boy to faint, scoffs out with no emotion as she watches the young boy being carried away by the two guards, wearing the Black family crest on their metal armor.

The king had long since warned his wife of her anger against his only heir, but whenever she saw the boy with black hair and dark eyes look up at her with that hateful pitiful glare, she lost all sense in her body and blacked out, only satisfied until he closed his eyes and stopped looking at her.

Millie Black was beautiful, with a tall slender body and long golden hair that went down to her waist, she was sought far and wide by high-class families, princes, and kings, but for Millie, there was only one man she ever wanted.

Cristo Markeen Black was the King of the Shadowlands within the sex realms, and the most powerful Renoan, he was feared far and wide, but to Millie, he was this beautiful and magnificent man who treated her like a rare delicate flower.

The birth of their son Prince Demonia had shifted her and the King's relationship the moment he was born, the King would take royal mistresse, too many for Millie to just simply ignore, much to her pleas to the King, he turned cold and distant.

Millie had given him a son, her duty to him was over in his eyes, which only caused Millie to hate her son with each passing second, until eventually, she could bare the hate she felt for him no longer, wanting nothing more than to send him out of this world.

She was his mother, she brought him into this world, she could take him out of it, reclaim her love for Criso, and live happily once again... But her dreams came to a halt when Criso found out about her deep jealousy and hatred of the boy.

That day, when the guards passed the king with the lifeless body of his son, Demonia Black, the King put a stop to it, once and for all, his wife's screams could be heard from the other side of the castle, making it unbearable to stand in her presence.

King Criso Black had cut the tongue from his wife's mouth himself, using his large claw he sliced the tongue clean in a swift motion, with nothing but disgust and hatred as he stared at the pitiful woman in front of him.

The same woman he loved the moment he laid eyes on her, but to him, she had turned childish, and resentful of a creature much smaller than her, risking the life of his only heir he had no choice but to permanently silence her, a light punishment despite her crime.

While Castle Black fell silent, and Millie had calmed, Demonia had grown into a strong Renoan blessed with the gift to fly, like his ancestors before him, with wings so strong, large, and sharp, and claws so fierce, all eyes were on him as he grew more and more ready to be named King.

Demonia had grown up tortured his whole life, never feeling affection from his parents he grew up hating those around him, especially women resembling the woman who gave birth to him, locked him with the Lycan beasts, and regularly starved and beat him.

Millie was hardly seen throughout the castle as life within the realm blossomed, she spent most of her days locked in her room in the largest tower of Castle Black, still hateful, more resentful than ever towards her son, who was now much older, stronger and colder than her husband, the King.

She decided she would kill him in the night as he slept, nobody would have reasons to suspect her after being locked away in her room for many years, it was the perfect plan, while he was defenseless, she would enter his room and pierce his cold beating heart with a demon killer blade.

The King during this time was stopping an uprising within the Lycans at his border, plotting to invade Shadowlands to free those under his captive, the Lycans that protected his lands, and his people, with the help of magic.

Lycans were creatures of habit, they valued family, and strength, things Criso also valued, making them the perfect vessel for his guard, with sorcerors controlling them to do his bidding, he had the perfect line of defense, but using these creatures that valued pack above all... it came with problems.

Wolves were territorial, and ran in groups, sometimes larger than fifty at a time, and they were breeding too quickly and too fast to put an end to them, like rats, he killed as many as he could, captured just as much.

It wasn't enough though, for thousands of years the Black family had controlled these beings too long, and during those long years, the creatures in cages beneath his castle had turned against him.

Millie took advantage of this moment to sneak outside of her room, during the chaos with the invading Lycans, she sneaked down the cold stoned hallway of Castle Black and tiptoed to where she knew her son would be.

Holding tightly onto the demon killer, Millie couldn't keep the crazed smile from making its way to her lips as she opened his door quietly, slowly moving forward Demonia didn't suspect a thing as he slept in his bed.

'I'm finally going to kill you... this abomination' she spoke in her head, over and over, like seeing a dream come true, right before her eyes, the excitement in her step and trembling of her muscles was like ecstasy, finally, she would get what she always wanted.

Raising her hand high as she stood over his lifeless body as he laid defenseless on his bed, she glared down at the now grown man who had ruined her life, and stolen the King from her, she had no regrets.

With eyes wide, bloodshot, and crazed, she screamed as fiercely as she could without a single sound escaping her mouth as she trusted her arm down violently as her hand gripped the knife, holding onto it like a second skin.

With a need so strong, Millie had no idea that her son, Demonia Black, had also waited a very long time for this moment, in fact, he too had thought about this day for a very long time, waiting patiently for the day the woman who gave birth to him would leave her room and make her move.

With a quick reaction, Demonia's hand swooshed out and caught Millie's hand as it was barely inches from his heart, his eyes popped open surprising the thin pale would as her face twisted in desperation, trying with all her strength to deepen the knife, knowing that it was her last attempt.

Millie had accepted death long before marrying Criso Black, she had grown up around it since a very young age, so sneaking into the Prince's room with the intent to kill him, she was ready for all outcomes, especially one where he wakes up, and overpowers her.

"You're even more greedy than I thought." Demonia's cold harsh stare shook Millie as her face twisted in shame and disgust as he overpowered her, slapping the knife from her strong grasp easily, without so much of a flick of his wrist.

She clenched her teeth down hard as her equally cold stare never left his, even when he stood up and towered over the woman, who had not aged a single day since his birth.

Demonia looked down at her, the same woman who had tormented him with her words, caged him, left him to die multiple times by her hand, he watched her shake violently under his cold lifeless glare, and after so long of hating this woman, all he could think was;

'How utterly pathetic'

She was a bigger monster than he would ever be, this now fragile cruel-hearted woman who had caused him so much fear and doubt was nothing more than a bitter, cruel, and heartless woman, who had everything but let her emotions cloud her judgment, making her into a slave to her desires.

Millie said nothing, she couldn't, the King made sure to never hear her screams again, but that displeased Demonia, because she freely entered his room, knowing of what man she brought into this world, a beast in his own right, who enjoyed hearing the screams of women who resembled his mother.

Millie fell to her knees as her trembling became too much, still, she clenched her fists and once more, she moved to where the knife was laid on the floor, a final attempt of madness, driven by the desire to kill.

Demonia gets to it first, making Millie's pale face turn as white as a sheet once her once weak and helpless son she used to easily knock down, had gripped her long pale blonde hair painfully tight, and forced her to look at him.

"Nobody will come to save you." He told the woman in his grasp who was shaking violently, with fear in her eyes.

"Farther had surely made a mistake cutting your tongue so soon, I was very much enjoying making you scream one last time, Mother."

His words hit Millie as if her body was thrown into a sea of ice.

Dragging her by the hair, Millie cried out as she desperately tried to free his strong, unmoving grasp from her hair as he dragged her across the floor, like a helpless creature, heading to the slaughter.

Demonia's room was unique, it had his main room, his bathroom, and the dungeon in which he spent most of his free time in, engaging in activities of the female flesh, sexual and otherwise.

Millie's attempts to flee were all in vain, as he dragged her pale body by the hair down into his dungeon, with each step the more violently Millie tried to struggle, she used her nails against the rough stone floor, snapping her nails in the process as blood swept from her fingertips.

Once in the dungeon, Demonia threw her on the floor, in front of a wall filled with devices she recognized, after all, she had invented her fair share and used them on the very same boy who was choosing what to use on her first.

Demonia stopped looking and then looked down at the knife in his hands, then he turned to walk over to Millie, who was desperately trying to stand, and run up the stairs, away from the dungeon.

Demonia walks and effortlessly catches her, as punishment, he did what she did whenever he tried to flee and banged her head into the wall until she couldn't stand on her own two feet anymore.

She dropped with a single blow to the head, making her sluggish body hit the floor as she desperately tried to claw her way towards the stoned stairs, but Demonia's barefoot on her back halted her actions.

Getting on his knees, he turned the woman over to look at him as he stared down into her cold lifeless eyes, with one hand gripped tightly on the knife she had tried to kill Demonia with, he hovered it against her neck and breathed in.

Without tearing her eyes from his, she smiled a sickening grin as Demonia slit her throat in a single swift motion, never tearing his eyes away from hers as she began to choke on her own blood.

For what felt like a century, Millie died choking on her own blood, killed by the hands of her son, only then, in her final moment before death, did she realize it was all fruitless, and her hate had been all for nothing because, in the end, her fate was sealed the moment she got married.

The sickness of Millie had plagued the name Black for too long, everywhere she went, she turned heads due to her beauty, but nobody knew the true darkness that rested deep within her, she was a cruel woman, who loved to get her way.

Demonia dropped the knife with trembling hands and moved away from the lifeless body of his mother, his dead beating heart clenching painfully in his chest as he pushes himself away from her body until his back hit the cold wall of the dungeon.

'I killed her, I finally killed her' His voice was barely recognizable. 'I killed this damned woman.'

'...She's gone...'

Millie's face was twisted and turned into a sickening smile as her eyes laid wide open, staring directly at the ceiling where Demonia's face once was, the image burned deep within Demonia as he began to feel his whole body numb.

For as long as he could remember, he had tried to make this horrible woman love him, to feel the warmth of a hug instead of the cold sting of her palm, to see her smile at him instead of the harsh glare as soon as she saw him.

He wanted just once, for her to tell him that she loved him and that she was sorry, he would have forgiven her for everything she had done if she had only said those words.

She didn't, and Demonia wept at the pain he felt from finally being free from her grasp, her tormenting shadow that seemed to always follow him around, reminding him of how weak and pathetic he was.

As the tears fell down his cold, lifeless face, frozen in place, Demonia swore he would never feel this pathetic again, he would never allow another woman to hurt him so, never did he want to feel like this again, to feel wanted, the warm touch of skin, or loved.

He was born out of hate, and grew to be loveless in a world filled with so much cruelty and sadness, he could only trust himself, to never fall victim to a woman's touch again, to always trust himself above all.

His mother would be a constant reminder of the beast she turned him into, making his life seem like an endless prison of darkness as he walked this world as the master of his destiny.

As he looked up out the windows of his dungeon, he saw the shift in the red sky as the morning drew near, only then did he feel something he had never felt before.

A sense of peace washed over him, his whole body relaxed as he watched the light get brighter, and brighter until it reached into the deepest and darkest places inside his dungeon and touched his face with blinding light.

Demonia Black was free and for the first time in his very long-lived life, he felt alive.

The End