Based loosely off a prompt from .s on Instagram. I saw this prompt about a human "romancing the living hell" out of the devil and wanted to try it out. I hope y'all like this idea I thought it was cute lol. I hope you enjoy it!

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Adrien tumbled into the black abyss. It felt as if he was falling in a dream. Never-ending darkness stretched out and no sounds came from anywhere. It was empty yet suffocating. He didn't know how long he'd been falling with this heart-dropping feeling going on until he was crashed onto soft padding.

Light filled his vision, as he came to his senses, squinting at the brightness. He blinked and shielded his eyes before looking around. He was in a sealed-off room, the abyss from which he had come from was nowhere to be seen.

A soft velvet cradled his body and he ran his hands over it. He'd landed on a bed. He looked around the dimly lit room, his eyes now well adjusted. It was the only furniture in the room.

Had he successfully entered the underworld? He could only hope. Before he could get up and explore the door opened. A woman walked in. She had long deep blue hair and was wearing a blood-red gown. Horns grew out from the top of her head.

"Oh!" She said with a smirk once she met eyes with him. Her appearance was innocent but her eyes told a different story. Cold blue eyes pierced his own, holding him in place. "I see you brought me a snack, Midgard," she stepped closer.

"What are you talki-" a small voice came out from behind her as the woman shut the door behind her cutting the person off.

"What are you doing here?" She lifted his chin with her forefinger and thumb. The aura around her was suffocating. His skin was warm against her hand.

All he could muster out was one word. "M-mom?" Her face fell as she raised an eyebrow, releasing his chin roughly. He didn't miss the slight blush on her cheeks as she burst out laughing, covering her face.

He looked around embarrassed, confused, and a little scared.

"I like you, maybe I'll keep you around for a bit," she chuckled with a small smile.

"I-I didn't mean that uh… what I meant to say was, I'm looking for my mother," she tilted her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she listened.

"Your Mother? Wouldn't you have better luck where the living walk?" she asked.

"Well… she's dead," his head dropped, his finger fiddling with his ring.

"What's her name?" She asked. He answered and she thought for a moment. "I'm sorry to say I've never seen her."

"Can't you check the records?" He asked hopefully.

"I don't need to. All the records are in here," she points to her head. "It's my responsibility to remember every soul and what they did."

"What are you like the Demon King's secretary?"

"No. I'm the Demon King," Adrien nodded. His head shot up as her words set in and he looked at her in disbelief.

When he envisioned the Demon King he had expected a scary tall, buff man with horns and fire. Not a small beautiful girl who looked like she could snap if she sat wrong.

A knock came at the door and a small girl stepped inside. She was blonde with a fairy-like appearance. She had bobbed blonde hair and pointed ears. "Your Highness," the small girl bowed before continuing. "It's time for the offering," The Demon King nodded.

When he heard the word offering his mind wandered. What would they be offering up? Human souls?! She was the Demon King after all… would he be one of them? He hadn't felt threatened until this very moment. Would he die before finding his mother?

"Thank you, Rose," the girl left. The Demon King turned back to Adrien. She smirked, his heart raced with fear. "Youll be coming with me, we can't leave a rogue human running about. And besides, I need some amusement" Before he could react a collar materialized around his neck, along with a chain that ended in her hands. She gulped and followed as she tugged him along. He was taller than her but somehow he felt so little compared to her. He knew he was no match for her.

She led him to a kitchen where she put on an apron. This was the offering? He watched, just within her reach, as she started to bake small little pastries. She made macaroons, cookies, croissants, anything and everything under the sun. He watched as she baked with skill. He stood confused. Where were the fire and brimstone and screaming souls in agony?

When she had finished, her demon subjects carried them away. How could the Demon King be an innocent girl like this who bakes for the lost souls?

"Your Highness, a group of rebels has tried to invade the city again," her subject informed her with urgency. The Demon King sighed and opened a portal. He could see the demons rushing towards the castle, a few of them noticing the portal and rushing to it, hoping to kill the King. She scoffed and shot fire through the portal, burning everyone and everything in sight. The burnt bodies gave off a foul odor and she quickly closed the portal.

Okay, maybe she wasn't so innocent and fragile. He was just glad she had taken a liking to him.

She tugged on his collar, giving him a weird look. He was led once again. She brought him to a large hall. A throne sat atop a giant staircase that souls were lined below waiting to ascend. She took her spot on the throne and conjured him a small pillow to sit on as the souls began to climb, one step at a time.

Her subjects handed out the baked goods as if they were the coins needed to pass the river of Styx. The lost souls gratefully took them and disappeared.

The Demon King looked incredibly bored as she sat on the throne. She asked to be amused, that's what he would do. He needed to learn more about his mother. "What do you call a joke you make in the shower? A clean joke!" He was met with awkward silence.

"That was a joke?" She asked incredulously, looking offended. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. He thought for a while before coming to answer. Maybe Chat would be a better match.

"Would you mind giving me a map…" She looked back at him, sure it was going to be another misfire joke. "To your heart?" She stared at him as she processed what he had said. Her lips struggling to keep their solid line. He hadn't expected that to work so well. Now he was determined to romance the living hell out of her. He gave her his best pick up lines, getting a little reaction from her, but it was more than before.

"I'm sorry but its just that I got a little lost… in your eyes." He gave a wink, cursing himself for being embarrassed. When he looked back she was avoiding eye contact. She looked at him and he really did get lost in her eyes. They were a baby bight blue that pulled you in.

She tugged his collar, snapping him back to reality. She crossed her arms over her chest. "It wasn't even funny…" he chuckled. She sounded like a child.

When everything had finished they returned to what he assumed was her room. He had grown tired, his body getting stiff and colder as the day went on. He was shivering. The Demon King laid a hand on his cheek. He had indeed grown cold.

"It's probably a side effect of coming here. You'll likely die if you stay any longer," she stated matter of factly.

"Wait! I can't die! I need to find out about my mother," he asked hastily, grabbing onto her arm. She looked up at him sadly, the collar vanishing. She didn't want to see him go.

"Well if she's not here that means she's not dead," the Demon King smiled truly for once.

"So… I came here for nothing…? How am I going to get home? I don't want to sell my soul or... die."

"I'll make an exception since you were... amusing," she admitted. Lights surrounded him. He began to float off the ground and a portal opened beneath him. It was glowing brightly, wind flowing around him. It was different from the portal he'd entered to get here, it was warm.

"I never got your name," he asked hopefully, staring into her eyes.

"Demon King," her face gave away no emotions. His face dropped. Of course, she wouldn't tell me her real name I'm just a pesky human. "Marinette." His face lifted. She was looking away, blush apparent even with the flashing lights. They made eye contact and with the squeeze of her fist, he was gone.