Hey! It's Alice! After some feedback, I'm adding the first chapter to this story! Yay! Hope you like it!

Enjoi!

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Warning: there is some Greek language in here. And I will have the translation at the bottom. Please check there for the meaning of any Greek in the story/chapter. Thank you.

Enjoi!

She lay on the flat rock she called her bed. Her purple-iris eyes remained closed as she slept peacefully. Images flashed across her closed eyelids as she dreamt a dream.

Raven! A male voice called though she couldn't place it.

A scream sounded and she spun to find him. Her greatest enemy: Konjurek Wykkyd. He was kneeling on the ground and he looked at her with pleading eyes. His hand reached out for her and she lifted it automatically and took it in her small hand, finding it fit perfectly. As if they were made for each other. It felt right, somehow.

A beam flashed and Konjurek was thrown across from her at a wall. His face contorted in pain and he yelled out in agony. Raven's vision flashed red and her anger bubbled up inside of her. She spun around in an angry fury and yelled out at Konjurek's attacker, only to find that it was her father.

"Daughter," her father said in his demon tone. "Finish him. Finish the heir to Konariz's throne! Finish off Konjurek Wykkyd!"

Raven felt tears prickling down her cheeks. She felt her powers swirling around her and with a flick of her wrist, sent her father flying backward and she sprinted towards her fallen foe. Konjurek lay knocked out in front of her and she wiped dust off of his face. His red orbs opened and his lips pulled up into a smile at her. He lifted his pale hand and gently caressed her cheek.

Raven, he breathed. Dear, sweet Raven: with hair and eyes as purple as a raven's feather and beauty rarer than a diamond in the rough. He chuckled softly and smiled at her. My love. Goodbye.

"No!" she screamed as his eyes drifted shut. "Konjurek, NO!"

The purple-haired girl sat up in a flutter and placed her pale hand on her chest, hoping to calm her erratic heart. Her brow was covered in sweat and her breath was ragged. She clutched her chest and tried to erase the memory of that strange dream.

A bang at her door caused her to jump up.

"Princess! Princess, are you up?" called one of her father's servant, a demon no less. "Princess, your father awaits you!"

Her father, Trigon, was a caretaker of one of the seven hells. He ran the hell of Wrath. One day, when his rule was over, SHE will rule. She was not a princess, however; simply KNOWN as one. She was known as the princess of Wrath, or Hellfire.

Raven was to be the next caretaker of this god-forsaken hell. She was the heir to the Wrath throne, so to speak.

"Fige*," she growled at the demon.

"Princess! Awaken!" the demon yelled again.

The princess growled and sat up, angry that she has to get up. Of course, she had already been woken up by her strange dream. And man, that dream was STRANGE. Her? Konjurek? "My love"? The pain she felt when he said Goodbye felt SO real to her. As if, it was REALLY happening and Konjurek Wykkyd was dying. He said goodbye, and it felt as if her whole life was shattering. She was losing her—

NO, she mentally stopped herself as she took deep breaths. No, Raven, he's your enemy. EN-E-MY. MORTAL enemy. You're Wrath; he's Pride. He's forbidden. You're not his love. Your hand doesn't fit perfectly in his. And his smile doesn't make you feel—

Dammit, I'm doing it again. Okay, no more thinking of the dream. Back to reality.

"Princess!" The demon yelled again. She rose to her feet and went to the boulder known as her 'door'. She phased through it. "Prin— Oh, Kalimera*, Princess." The demon bowed in respect.

She nodded in return and, with a sweep of her cloak, walked away to practice spells and what not.

Today is going to be a LONG day, she thought as she made her way to greet her father.

The prince of Darkness attacked the fighting dummy with swiftness and strength. Each blow was landed right he wanted. He hit the dummy as a vent, trying to get that dream out of his mind. It was so strange. It replayed in his mind like a home movie. He could distinctly hear her voice etched in his mind. He found that he LIKED hearing her voice etched in his mind. It was music to his—

No, NO! He mentally yelled in his mind. Dammit, Konjurek, STOP thinking that about your ENEMY!

He sighed and gave the dummy a round-house kick. The blow hit the dummy's head and the round, blank ball flew off. He watched it fly across the room and slam against the wall, splattering into a million pieces. Suddenly, the splattered pieces formed to look like princess Raven's face and his heart broke just like the head of the dummy. He fell to his knees and held the pieces in his hand.

Oh, Geez. Raven… his thoughts snapped when he realized what he was thinking and WHO he was thinking of.

He quickly jumped to his feet and threw away the remains of the dummy's head. He then ran to his father, hoping to get some time in the human realm to get away from everything.

Little did he know, a certain princess was doing the EXACT same thing…

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Here's the translations for the Greek that I used in this chapter:

Fige: go away.

Kalimera: Good morning.

There you go. Hope you enjoyed. Comment and review!

--alice