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Warnings for child abuse and child neglect, murder and stalking and somewhat dubious consent. This series, "They call to her," by LightSpearDarkArrow, is on Archive Of Our Own.

We have you now: Part two: They call to her

They had made everything ready for Clarke. Everything. Down to her room in the castle in the demon world, down to all of the things she enjoyed being within the castle for her to enjoy. Down to everything in the front of their castle.

This world was strange and most likely frightening to any human that might come across it. Thankfully, its masters designed the portals to this world, specifically to not be capable being entered by human beings.

They had no interest in allowing human beings into their world. Humans were a plight on the Earth and to each other.

This was proven to the demons all the more, when they saw how their beloved mate was treated in the human world.

Clarke Griffin, not born with that name, was a demon. But through complications, she ended up as an infant, in the human world. She was looked after by a human man named Jake Griffin. And for his species? Jake Griffin was actually a rather decent man. However, his wife? Was not.

She emulated exactly what the demons expected of the repulsive human species.

Abby Griffin, Jake's wife, treated Clarke like she was a disease.

As did many others.

It made the demon queens extremely pleased, therefore, to kill all of those who ever had offended Clarke. To smite out the lives of any who paid Clarke's existence with cruelty.

Now, at last, they had their mate in the demon world, back in her home where she belonged.

And they would be with her now. They hoped to be able to court her properly. However, if she would refuse them, they acknowledged that her permission was not necessarily needed.

They hoped to be able to gently lure Clarke into a relationship, to be their wife and their queen.

They would approach her and hope she would let them between her legs.

But again, permission was not necessarily needed.

As they began to descend the steps to the throne room where Clarke was seated on the middle throne with a book in her lap, the book open, that she was reading, they looked at each other, sharing a soft smile.

What they might end up doing was reprehensible, but it didn't change that they loved Clarke. Loved her in every way imaginable.

The eighteen demon queens, consisting of Natasha, Lucy, Yelena, Melina, Hope, Mari, Niylah, Tora, Sigrid, Beatriz, Felicia, Maria, Hela, Diana, Carol, Brunnhilde, Shayera and Thundra, had done some very underhanded things to make Clarke happy. And they'd do it again, exactly because they wanted Clarke, their Clarke, to be happy.

That seemed like an understandable thing, right?

Humans committed the worst things possible, because they just wanted to be happy, all the time, right?

These demons? They were just obeying their nature.

And Clarke, she deserved happiness far more than most did.

As the eighteen queens moved forward, stepping onto the stone platform of the throne room's floor and walking across it to where the throne was, where Clarke was perched.

Clarke heard the footsteps coming closer, and she lifted her head.

"Hey," she said, smiling, "What's up?"

Clarke had become much less hostile over the time that she was here in the demon world.

Any psychologist would have justifiably called it "Stockholm syndrome." But that wasn't what was happening. Clarke was a demon. For her to be away from her home for so long was unnatural.

Now that she was back in the demon world, where her mother and father had been born and raised, where Clarke had been born and would have been raised, had she not been expelled from the demon world, Clarke likely was finding herself far more calm around other demons.

It most likely helped as well, that the Barton family had more less taken Clarke in and had become her family.

"Clarke," Lucy said, deciding that she would be the one to start, "We have something we'd like to ask you. If you were willing to do. We, as you know, are your mates, and-"

Clarke nodded as she chuckled, closing the book and putting it down onto the pillow of the throne next to her, "I was wondering when all of you would get to this. The answer is yes."

At Clarke's answer, all of the queens appeared surprised.

Clarke smirked as she added, "You all were hoping for this? What's with the surprise?"

"No, I mean," Yelena began, shaking her head, chuckling, "I mean, we're all happy, obviously. It's just, we thought you wouldn't want to."

Clarke gave all of the queens an amused look. "All of you know that I have a bad history with dating. Men, women, it's just never worked with them. I know why now. It's because I was never meant to be with them. I'm meant to be with my mates. All of you."

Hearing this the demon queens moved forward; Diana leaning down and kissing Clarke deeply.

As she did this, Lucy and Beatriz reached under Clarke's shirt and their hand began to travel up to cup her breasts.

Clarke moaned into Diana's mouth as Beatriz and Lucy did this.

Hela and Natasha looked at Clarke, wanting to know if this was okay. Yes, they knew that they would perhaps force themselves on her, because demon love was different from the love of human beings, but they still hoped that Clarke was happy with this.

Clarke smiled against Diana as Beatriz and Lucy fondled her and Natasha and Hela shared a smirk, knowing that they had full permission to do exactly as they wished with their beloved.

They were so happy to have done all they had done to protect Clarke.

Clarke deserved the world.

Now they could give it to her. She could have the world and a throne. She would be queen and rule at their side.

And they would please her every night for all of eternity. And that was why demons were superior to humans.

Author's note

It's a bit more extreme than "somewhat dubious consent," since the demons didn't intend to respect Clarke's right to say no, if she refused them, but wasn't sure what else to put it as.