It had been a while since I had thought about my family. At all really. I had learned that the less I thought about it, the hurt that went with it would subside. Plus, I barely even knew them, I was mainly sad that we didn't get the chance to know each other. I shook out of my thoughts and continued cleaning the rooms for later. I paused for a moment to tie up my black hair.

My job until I was "trained" was too just clean the rooms and floors. Kind of like a maid but instead with less respect if you will. Women were treated like they were property here. It didn't happen in most places but in this brothel, I was just another warm body for a male to insert himself into. But it was impossible to speak out against them since the brothel and it's owners literally owned me. I mean, I didn't get treated horribly, but it could be better. This brothel was one of the better ones or so the other women have told me. Jack took me in unwillingly, I was underage. My family needed money and Jack felt bad. He was a human, but with at least a little of good in him. I continued sweeping with the old broom, the grooves from countless hands comforting me.

"Zenaya, go get ready for tonight you will be a filler." Jack disappears and I'm left standing rigid and in shock. I haven't had any training and I wouldn't know what to do even if there was a list of instructions in front of me.

I stop sweeping and gently set the broom back into the closet that it came from. I hurry down the halls because as a filler I was expected to look my best so, I had to go shower. I didn't have anything fancy to wear so I just will wear sleep clothes. I ran my bath and sprinkled some scented petals inside. I undressed and undid my hair quickly and precisely. For me to be a filler they must be a few people short. Which generally happens when the ladies have had a rough night beforehand. Which makes me scared. I'm of age now and it's not a bad thing but I didn't know if I could handle that or not. I have only filled in one time and for nothing because no one booked me. They always put in there that I had no training and they always avoided me because of it, thank the gods for that at least. And I couldn't sleep until an hour after starting. So this should be fun. I carefully lower myself into the bath, the water is hot and soothing against my skin. I gently lather my hair in the shampoo that was set out for me earlier by another woman putting me most likely. The scent was amazing but I couldn't quite place it. I finish lathering my hair and rinse it out in the water. I take the soap and scrub every inch of my body. Trying to understand in the process why they would even put me in as a filler. I stood up and stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my body and grabbing another one for my hair. I grab my set of lotions and pick out my favorite. Vanilla scented lotion. I rub it over every inch of skin I have. I take my hair out of the towel and dry it manually. I then slip out of the towel and into my sleeping clothes. A shirt with a moon on it and some shorts that barely cover the necessities. I sigh because this is not what I sleep in but it's what they wanted me to wear. I grab both towels and put them in the hamper for the towels so that later we can all wash them. I brush my hair out so it's not all tangled and then brush my teeth because if they decided they liked kissing I wasn't having bad breath.

After that I walk back to my room and clean it. I place candles along the room and light them. I then go to see Jack.

I wander the halls looking for him. This place was huge, anyone who didn't live here would get lost. A lot of people say that the Demon King is the one who helped to build it for the owner. That he was a friend of his. I laughed at that one, Jack? Friend of the Demon King? Pffff, okay. I spot Jack around the corner and walk up to him. He turns and nods for me to speak. " I was just wondering if anyone has booked me yet." He flips through his clipboard and looks to me. " No because someone previously bought your company for the whole night. " I can feel my jaw drop with those words. No one ever books me, I was counting on that. I politely nod my head and turn to go back to my room. Internally I am dying. Jack calls my name and I turn back around. " This is a very important client of mine so please just follow instructions and do what he asks." I nod in understanding. I turn back to go to my room and prepare for the night that was ahead of me. Part of me was excited but part of me was in fear. What if they were mean to me? I wouldn't know what to do then. Could I even do anything?

I shake my head, it wouldn't matter anyways. I look at the clock. Only ten minutes till we opened. I go back once more to brush my hair and brush my teeth to make sure, I rub more lotion on my arms, legs and neck. I go back to the room and the clock reads one minute till we open. I carefully as to not disturb the blanket on top, crawl into the center of the bed and sit on my knees with my legs spread open. The position that Jack insisted I use.

~POV switch

I didn't understand the point of going to brothels. They were stupid and seemed pointless. I could have any woman I wanted, all he had to do was look at them. Not that I wanted them, I was far to busy to be concerned with women. But I had promised Jack I would go and planned on keeping my promise. I chose last night whom I would be seeing. She seemed nice enough. Young, naive, maybe she would scream when she saw him. I frowned. It never mattered that I was rich or royalty, humans were scared of demons. I would have to turn on my camouflage first most likely. I grab my coat and throw it on. I turn on my camouflage so no one sees me as I walk out the big double doors. I stride through the streets, I'm already a little late as it is I don't want her to get stood up. I hurry as much as I can. On the way my thoughts are excruciatingly intricate. I don't understand why I even try sometimes. Humans don't like demons.

~ Zenaya POV

I'm sitting here for what seems like forever but it was only ten minutes. The door opens and closes and I look over but no one is there. I get a little confused. Someone must have opened the wrong door. I feel something strange and a hand cups my mouth. I start freaking out. A deep honey voice cuts me off,

" Shhh it's okay I'm not gonna hurt you. I uh- requested your company." When I tell you my legs mentally clenched together, they did. He releases me and I slump forward a little bit.

" Why are you sitting like that?" I just stare at the bed because I don't know where to look.

"This is how Jack makes us sit when we have 'clients'. " The voice speaks again.

" Well it looks uncomfortable I won't tell if you don't , you can sit more comfortably." I sigh of relief and switch to where I'm on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling over the side. I decide to play it safe since I didn't know if he liked things to be controlled or freelanced.

"Thank you. But I must ask, why can't I see you." The air turned cold.  I quickly cover my mouth and look down, scared because I had spoken out against the person.

" Because I would rather you not see me." I flinch, afraid he is gonna hit me. I throw my arms in front of my face.

" Why did you flinch, I'm not gonna hurt you." I stay closed up with my arms over my head and and the man puts his hands on my arms and gently lowers them. I look down and see his legs. I slowly look up and then gasp once I see the man. Or rather, the demon. His eyes look hurt, as if he thinks I'm going to scream and is preparing himself before it even happens. I just stare in wonder at his skin. It's purple, a gorgeous purple. His horns are so sharp and curved elegantly. His eyes are ruby red and the tattoo on his face is incredulous. I reach out to touch him, to see if he is real. He gently grabs my hand.

" Your not going to scream?" I can see his canines poking through when he speaks and it is pretty hot. 

I mentally scream at myself for that alone. I shake my head.

He nods and let's go of my hand allowing me to touch him. I touch his horns and he perks up at that. " Y-you shouldn't do that." I pull my hand away.

" I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." He shook his head. He steps in front of me and pushes my legs apart with his knee and then lowers down so that I'm laying on my back on the bed and his arms are framing my face.

"You did not upset me." He says this so smoothly that I melt. " You turned me on. There is quite the difference." By the looks of his reaction, it had been quite awhile since somebody looked at him without fear. And I would be lying if I said I didn't feel bad for him.

"Oh." Which is all that left my mouth as he lowered his head down into the crook of my neck and kissed there. He was so gentle with me, and I smiled and arched my back into him. I'm blushing because I did not intend to do that. I wish he would stop. He smirks against my skin. " You must be new to this." I nod my head, unable to speak. He gets off of me and I almost pout even though I had just wished a moment ago for him to stop.

His eyes are glowing now. He gives me a hand up. "When your ready I'll be back." He turns to leave but I reach out and put a hand on his arm. " You don't have to leave y'know. You can still stay." I almost hit myself for that one.

He turns around to face me and I see his abs through his shirt along with his arm muscles. He smirks and looks at my body.

" Are you sure that's a good idea?" I blush really hard  at that. "I'll stay. Once your asleep I'll leave though." I nod, quietly.

I knew it wasn't good to get attached. But I couldn't help it. I didn't even know the guy, at all. Not to mention I was a human and we were basically slaves to his kind. There was something about him that I just craved, and admired. I had yet to know his name but , I didn't really care. He steps around me and pushes the blanket back and gestures for me to climb in. I crawl to the top and slide my legs under the blanket. He crawls in beside me and then pulls the blanket over both of us. I lay facing him and he lays facing me. He looks away and then looks back at me, he looks almost, scared? No that's not it. " What is your name, princess?" I blush to the deepest parts of my core."Zenaya."  I don't say my last name because I don't have one. " That's a gorgeous name, mine is Pyrian."

~ Pyrian POV

She smiles once she hears my name. My insides rearrange themselves. It had been years since a girl didn't scream at me in fear. Being what I am is not easy. And being the King of Demons was not easy either. I sigh, and then mentally correct myself. I cannot get attached. It is not something I am necessarily capable of and yet, it seems she has already done so. She reaches out and touches the tattoo on my face and I stiffen. She sees the discomfort on my face and retracts her hand. "I-I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" I cut her off with my finger on her lips.

" It's fine, you did not do anything."

I sigh internally, she doesn't know who I am. But she thinks I will hurt her. Once she finds out she will hate me. I know it. They all do. I've only came here one time and the woman that was supposed to be hosting me fled the room and Jack had to apologize to me for the inconvenience. Ever since then he has been trying to get me to come back. And so here I am. She looks at me and smiles. I smirk back. She blushes but closes her eyes to go to sleep.

I can hear her breathing patterns change and t I know she is asleep once her breathing slows. I get up to leave but feel her move, for fear that I might wake her I simply stay put. I look down in amazement as I feel her arm draping across me and her head nuzzling into my side. I lift my arm up and cradle it around her and she sighs in her sleep. I almost smile and settle in for the night.