And when came the day for me to leave, and he saw me packing, he freaked out, and even though I knew that would happen, my heart still broke, way worse than I thought would happen. Eric hugged me on his knees, crying and begging me to stay, to be with him, to be his Princess, saying he would love me, that he wouldn't let me lack anything, that he needed me more than I could understand.
I balanced out: Do I stay in fairytale land and be happy and lovey dovey with the male of my dreams who was probably the love of my life, be his Princess, and make a family with him? Do I go back to Hell and take over my responsibilities as Crowned Princess, and go back to my family, to my baby siblings who needed me there to guide them, who needed me there to take care of them, to my baby sister who I didn't even met properly, and to the place where I knew nothing would harm me, because I was the strongest predator there?
When my siblings and especially Minnie were put in the balance, my happiness was a small price to pay, even if that meant staying a millennial away from Eric, staying a millennial away from my fairytale land, staying a millennial away in which he could forget me and marry someone else for convenience as he took the throne and got children of his own. My heart hurt, of course, it did, but I couldn't leave my siblings behind. So, I decided to leave Eric.
But what made it all worse wasn't he was crying and that I was breaking his heart, but what he told me when I was grabbing my things to leave, "How am I supposed to live without you, Mia? You are my mate, you are my twin heart, part of my soul is yours, I can't be without you. If you leave me, I'll die without you, I'll die without being able to reach you. Please, please," he cried, his tanned pretty face then red and swollen with tears, "stay with me, stay with me, you love here, you love me, I love you, we're mates, we need to stick together, my Mia. Being apart from you will break me, don't do this to me."
And I remember how I nearly crumble to pieces when I realized what he was, I didn't doubt it, it made total sense, everything I felt for him, the intensity, what I felt every time he touched me, how I was able to feel the rawness of his emotions as if they were mine. I wasn't looking for a mate, I never thought I would be able to have that luxury, and then I found him without even knowing, and he knew it from the first touch.
"Demons don't mate," I told him as coldly as I could, "your God of Fate does not recognizes us. I love you, I loved this place, yes, but I love my family more, and they need me more than you do. I don't expect you to understand that when you live in fairytale land with no worries in the world, but I'm from Hell, Eric, I live near Tartarus, and the things me and my family have to deal with daily would give you and your kind nightmares. So, I'm sorry, but in front of how much I love them, my love for you have little to no importance," then I pushed him with all my strength, grabbed my things, and teleported out.
I couldn't let him persuade me, neither could I let him see how much I was breaking. So, I teleported straight to the meeting point where the portal for Hell was open, allowed the last tears to fall, and as soon as he teleported to me, I ran and crossed it. The second I was back to Hell, my tears dried, and I hid my heart away.
In the surface they would call what I went through in the last millennial, depression. My family noticed, they asked about it, I lied incessantly, they tried to ask what happened to me in my last 5 years in there countless of times, but I brushed it away. I lost my motivation in all my duties and began to do them coldly and robotically like an obligation, I lost the bright flame I had when I loved exploring Hell because compared to what I explored up there it was depressing.
My siblings noticed the most, I know they did. I used to be a brighter person, but that died, my happiness had a name, a title, lived in fairytale land, has a crooked grin that made my heart sped up, a killer body, the prettiest golden skin, raven black wavy hair that were painfully soft to the touch, mismatched red and hot pink eyes, the softest lips, the most delicious kiss, the best sex in the world, and was far away from my reach. I had broken his heart to pieces and he probably loathes me.
He probably married and had kids, and I'll have to face his kids now that I'm going back to my fairytale land. Worse than that, my father ordered each of us to target a different heir of the royal and strongest noble houses, to win their trust, and kill them. But he made it clear that I, not my siblings, have to target the strongest one, the current Crown Prince of the Von Hyden, to then kill him before the deadline.
The son of my mate.
I know for a fact that I'll never be able to fucking do that, which means I am unphantomably screwed, and I'll have to run away and save his son before someone under my dad orders try something catastrophic that will cause a war between the surface and the underworld, which is even worse and would put the life of billions at stake.
And that's probably what my parents want.