-First chapter! Yay~! Hope you enjoy, please comment. Good or bad I love all your comments. Rated M for language. Any problems? I'm not good with swearing and try not to offend.-

Hinata gasped with horror as the dark figure with red eyes loomed outside the bars of the cell that imprisoned her. She winced as he readied himself to ask her even more questions that she had no proper answer to.

His eyes narrowed and his voice sent chills down her spine,

"Where is he?" The figure demanded. She did not have an answer that would ease his wrath.
He was referring to the hero who had once saved her village from a clan of demons. The hero had slain the entire clan and as a reward, received Hinata as his bride. Hinata was this man's fiancee, she was to wed him in a month, but sadly she had been stolen from her home shortly after he had left on a mission.

"I-I do-don-" He cut her off,

"Why the hell can't you give me a proper answer?" He gripped the bars of her cell. She could feel the wrath emanating from his dark silhouette. She cowered away from him back into the corner of the cell, slamming her spine against the wall. His eyes sliced into her and she didn't know how to respond. She wanted him to leave her, let her leave, but at the same time she wanted his company to keep away the nightmares that lurked around the confines of the dungeon.

She peered out past him to the empty cell across from her, longing for a fellow human to keep her company, hating herself for such a longing. She did not wish for anyone to suffer as she did. The torchlight shone dimly, limiting her sight, preventing her from laying her attention upon the details of the demon lord's face.

"Then you'll starve till I get my answer!" The Demon Lord concluded, turning away, slowly building his magnificent stride. She screamed, causing him to stop.

She realized how pathetic she was, but she didn't care anymore, she needed protection, "Don't leave me! Pl-Please!" She leant forward, reaching out her arms, "T-Take me with you! T-take me wi-with you! I-I don't know where he is, n-now please, please let me g-go!" She felt the salty tears staining her cheeks.

The demon lord grunted as if she was not even worth his words and began to walk again. Once again, she stopped him,

"Ita-Itachi's my fiance! He-He'll come for me! Please! Just take me with you I-I know he'll come ge-get me!" She felt like dirt, abandoning her lover for the comfort of being free from the dark.

To her dismay, the lord spun around, raising his voice once more, "You disgusting woman! You are fucking trash! Do you think that you deserve such fucking kindness? If I sent you back, you'd just crawl back to the whorehouse he found you in!" His eyes again, smeared into her soul, blurring her senses back to nothing but fear.

"B-But I'm scared of the dark." He walked away from her and the light flickered off. She heard a cackle or two and then more dreaded screams.

She curled into a ball against the floor, hating herself even more than her surroundings, even more than the screaming and painful moaning that echoed at constant throughout the dungeon. At sometime during her sleepless night, in the freezing temperatures she heard a wheezing from the cell next to hers, and then from that cell came a coughing. After the coughing came a single gasp and then silence. She knew that her neighbor was dead.

"Hell." She concluded, "I'm in Hell." She closed her eyes and slept. She slept better than she felt she had ever slept in a long time. In Hell, ones fate was sealed, better not to worry because you'll face punishment eventually. She wondered how she could deserve such misery, but it was Hell, she had to have done something, after all Itachi had not yet saved her. If he had not saved her, that meant she was dead, what more could they do to her now?

"Sasuke!" She awoke to this name being chirped from fat away, "Lord Sasuke Uchiha! Such a fine name for a demon lord~!" It was a woman's voice. She was giggling as if she were a schoolgirl.

A lantern light jostled around as footsteps approached and the girl chimed some more,
"Lady Karin Uchiha. Bride of the demon lord! Such a nice ring." A prisoner moaned in his agony. The footsteps hastened towards the cell when Hinata's mind began to stir.

Her fiance's last name was Uchiha! Itachi was an Uchiha! How could a lord share the name of a hero? It had to coincidence! There could never be a relation, but that she began to doubt. She had not known Itachi for very long. She was simply offered to him as a gift for his heroism as if she was no good for anything else.

Itachi was kind though, she knew that. Even though she was so nervous on their first meeting he smiled politely and had the patience and kindness of a gentleman, even though he slain for a living. She admired Itachi. How could this Sasuke be anything close to being related to Itachi? Sasuke had no patience for her. She would never be called a whore by Itachi, but Sasuke was ready to sling whatever at her as an excuse to leave. She wondered how Itachi could be a human and Sasuke a demon if they were related.

The woman was a guard with red hair and red eyes who only glanced at you to confirm that you were in check. A small, weak looking man behind her threw a piece of fruit to each prisoner as an early meal. Hinata didn't eat the rotting fruit, the stench of blood that followed the woman ruined her appetite.

She pushed the fruit away, wishing that her neighbor wasn't dead so that she could pass it to him, even if he was a demon.

Demons lived in Hell, not humans, so why was she there? Why was she in that place with those people all moaning and suffering? Why did the walls reek of so much blood even when she could not see them?

She wanted to leave this place. If she was no use to Sasuke, why wouldn't he kill her and end all her misery? Did he enjoy calling her names and interrogating her for things she did not know?