I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, I DON'T OWN THE UNDERLYING STORY. IT BELONG TO E.L. JAMES!
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Chapter 1.
"I don't understand?" Said a very confused Anastasia.
Rolling his eyes in a very unroyally way, the King of the Netherworld (a realm for the Lost Souls, a realm between Hellfire and Redemption), repeated the crazy statement.
"I want you to seduce him."
Anastasia sat as elegantly as she could, she was a princess after all… after all the plebeian activities she pursued. Fortunately, her uncle didn't know that, so she could pretend to be one hundred percent Royal this afternoon.
"And if I refuse?" Her hands resting on her dress faking calmness, her voice leveled faking control. "I want to have choices, it's my right."
Ray the Third raised a brow, this he knew about her, she was good at faking and that was the main reason she was chosen for the task.
Damned skill!
Her cousins were a mess, too sincere to be here in this Realm of Falsehood, as she liked to call it. Neither Angels nor Demons they were something in between, good but not too good, bad but not too bad. That's why they could judge humans. The members of the other two Divine Realms were too "black and white" to be fair when making decisions. Never heard about gray?
The heir-princesses were so sweet and kind that she wanted to throw up anytime she was around them. She constantly wondered if her cousins were really the daughters of this unsparing King, maybe the Queen cheated with the "Good Guy" that lived upstairs, in the pent-house. The gossips said he was celibate but he had a boy once, right? Anastasia thought it's suspicious that he had never gotten a Queen in so many millenniums.
Her mind came back to the present, her first assignment on Earth was odd, to seduce a human and make him fill his soul with as much light as darkness. "Make him achieve balance. You can use your sex appeal, that's a sure way through a man's soul", were the King words. More like whore yourself through the assignment.
Holding his goblet and analyzing its liquid content, Ray the Third decreed her fate.
"You either go down on him, or go down to Hell."
Anastasia tried to keep some composure. In her mind, she numbered her options. Only one since she wouldn't share more than a few occasional fucks with those corrupt and disrespectful demons that lived two floors below. To work and live with them was inconceivable.
I guess my dignity did have a prize and my honor just faced its limit.
Someone snickered and Anastasia knew they weren't alone, that annoying ghost that usually spied for her uncle was here, enjoying her discomfort.
Let's see who laughs last.
She sent a disdainful look to the corner where José was invisibly floating, watching the show. She could feel his satisfaction.
"I have one condition, dearest uncle."
The King raised his left brow again, sending a boring look and a warning. "Which is?"
She lifted her shields to protect her skin from what was about to happen. "José is coming with me."
"THE FUCK?"
The lights turned on and off frantically, and not just inside the room. There goes the Realm's electricity.
"Calm down, José." The King sipped from his goblet and sat next to his niece. "Explain."
"I need a partner, someone I can rely on. Humans are… complicated and I have zero experience on that plane."
The ghost materialized in front of them, well, barely since he was as solid as a cloud.
"I don't want to go, Ray, they are ignorant, crazy beings."
"Mmm."
Mmm meant bad news for the ghost. Anastasia hid the triumph smile that wanted to spread across her lips. Misery is less when shared, or at least that's what is said and she already felt the truth in it. To torture the ghost was a nice consolation prize.
"She is right, you are going."
A cold and dangerous calm surrounded them, the temperature dropped dramatically threatening to freeze everything inside the room but the King stopped it with a movement of his fingers, reminding them why he was the Sovereign. The cloud turned blue and started shrinking one inch per second.
Uh uh, someone is royally pissed.
"Do you dare to question me, specter?"
Poor thing couldn't even answer, time to intervene. She wanted the ghost to suffer on the Earth plane with her; if he was exiled, there wouldn't be any joy in this shameful task. Not that she was a prude but she liked to be the one choosing her partner… or partners. She didn't like the fact that her uncle commanded her to fuck a mortal into harmony.
"Mercy, my King. I need him."
Another movement of his fingers and the ghost was free to hide in the corner again. Now that her shields were down she could feel his hate, it kind of hurt since she was an Empath. José was sending the feeling in strong waves knowing what they did to her and she allowed the fault because it was bearable, her uncle punishment left him weak.
She could understand him, José almost went to Hell, literally, and he dreaded what awaited him there since unearthly creatures were conscious while their souls burned. Lucifer himself was in charge of the task and his orange flame was the strongest one in Hell. He was the hottest, literally, figuratively, whateverely.
Anastasia mentally drooled remembering Lucifer, what a gorgeous Fallen Angel was the King of Hell, he changed his wings and transgressions for two horns, one long sexy tail, and a merciless badass 24/7 job. To burn the evilness in the sinners' soul so they could get a clean start. She liked to call it The crematory of wickedness.
Another wave of hate hit her skin. Ungrateful creature. She sighed resigned remembering the wise words of her beloved Nana: "some people will never like you and you must never give a fuck".
The only ones able to hide their emotions in front of her were the elders, her uncle was one of them which was why she didn't know how he felt about this assignment.
"I'd like to know the reasons behind this, my King. What is so important that you are sending your favorite niece to suck a human's dick? You know I'm overqualified for that."
Another eyebrow that almost meets the ceiling was his answer. Well, maybe I'm not his favorite niece but fake it 'til you make it, right?
"There is a bet between Heaven and Hell, both want the boy's soul."
She grabbed her horns alarmed. "A boy?"
"This is his third reincarnation, he is one hundred fifty-seven, almost your age. I consider him a lost one, that makes him our problem, not them." He raised his voice angrily. "We haven't been unfair to one single soul so far and we are not starting now, damn it!"
You are being unfair to me, it should count.
Of course, she didn't say that out loud, Ray the Third was frightening when irate. The truth was the King looked tired, a millennium ruling this kingdom must be exhausting, even though it has its perks. Sadly, the Queen was sick and unable to help at the moment.
"It's time for you to get bigger responsibilities. I know how you use your free time and I'm not happy Anastasia."
Her skin was red but the King smiled when saw the shameful flush that stung her neck and face. His smiles could mean anything, so she braced herself for the worst.
"The result will define your future."
Ah, no pressure then. There goes my peace of mind.
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"WHAT THE HELL? I'M A FUCKING VIRGIN?"
José couldn't stop laughing and she wanted to break his neck. It was a good thing he didn't have one.
"I guess the human will pop your cherry, that could give you an advantage in this mission, you should be grateful."
"It fucking hurts, José."
She knew when he rolled his invisible eyes. "It's not your first time, you know it's not that bad. None of my virginal lovers ever complained."
"He could be a bad lay."
He resumed the laughing, obviously enjoying her despair. "Train the human and stop whining. It doesn't suit you."
Anastasia straightened the awful clothes she was supposed to wear in this plane, and went inside the building where her target was: 'Grey House'. She decided success would be the only aftermath of this assignment and crossed her fingers feeling confident... or at least faking it.