HER DEMI GOD - HER DEMI GOD

(~~Claiming• her •ice• side~~)

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PROLOGUE.

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In the obsidian kingdom of Aethel, where shadows danced with an ethereal grace, a prophecy whispered through the ages. It spoke of a demon prince, untouched by human hands, Prince Ethan was a creature of both darkness and unmatched beauty. His eyes, twin pools of molten gold, held the weight of ancient secrets, and his touch, they said, could mend the broken or shatter the world.

Ethan was a being of immense power, he has witnessed the rise and fall of empires, birth and death of stars. He is a demon of destruction and death himself a demon who controls fire.

Meanwhile In the kingdom of Everfrost, nestled amidst towering peaks of ice and snow, lived Princess Lyra. Born under the ethereal glow of a full moon, she possessed a magic as cold and beautiful as the winter itself. Her touch could freeze the mightiest rivers, and her tears formed crystalline snowflakes that danced in the air. Yet, Lyra was not merely a creature of ice; she was a princess with a heart that yearned for warmth.

Growing up, Lyra was isolated. Her parents, the King and Queen of Everfrost, feared her powers and the potential for chaos they held. She spent her days in the castle, surrounded by opulence but starved for connection. She longed to experience the warmth of the sun, the laughter of friends, and the simple joys of life beyond the icy walls.

But she is about to encounter a turnaround which will reshaped her life—for worse, flinging her into the abyssal depth of darkness.

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CHAPTER 1&2

(Aethel)

At the Peak of the City

I stood at the peak of the city, watching.

The wind cut through me like shards of glass, and I could feel the Ice Orb pulsing in the distance — cold, alive, whispering. I could hear her thoughts.

Twenty years I had waited — watched her grow from a frightened child into something more. I could feel her loneliness echoing through the bond we shared, but none of that mattered now. The Ice Orb was all I desired.

If I had wanted to take it, I could have. But some powers don't yield to force. They choose.

A presence stirred behind me.

"Speak ," I commanded.

Of course, it was Lucas. He'd been with me for centuries — my shadow, my only constant. I trusted no one but him.

Lucas wasn't human. Nor demon. He doesn't age, just like me.

We were bound by the same darkness, shaped by pasts too cruel to name

Lucas bowed low before me, his silver hair catching the faint light of the dying sun.

"I did as you commanded, my lord," he said, his voice calm but edged with unease. "I checked on her. The Ice Orb grows stronger… I could not get close. It rejects me."

I turned my gaze toward the horizon, where the orb's faint glimmer pulsed like a heartbeat beneath the city's frozen haze.

"You must win her over, my lord," Lucas continued, raising his head slightly. "You have lived for thousands of years — perhaps it is time to break the curse."

For a long moment, I said nothing. The thought lingered in the air between us, heavy and dangerous. Break the curse? After all this time, after all I had lost?

My eyes narrowed. "The curse is not so easily broken," I murmured.

Leave me," I commanded, my voice low but edged with fire.

Lucas hesitated, eyes narrowing in silent protest. "My lord—"

"I said leave!" The words tore from me like thunder, echoing across the empty rooftop. The air thickened with my rage. "This time, I will kill her myself. Once the Ice Orb is mine, no one will stand in my way."

Lucas bowed deeply, retreating into the shadows without another word.

The silence that followed was suffocating. I could feel my insides burning — the hunger rising again, the ancient curse clawing at my veins. Blood. That was what I needed now.

I clenched my fists as the pulse of the orb faded in the distance, replaced by the thrum of my own heartbeat — wild, vicious, unstoppable.

Without another thought, I turned and vanished into the darkness of the city below.

It was time to feed my inner demons… to give them what they craved most.

Blood.

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(Everfrost)

I woke up, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. As I ran a hand through my hair, I froze. White. Panic surged, and I raced to the mirror, my heart pounding. The reflection confirmed my worst fears, and a scream tore from my throat. Someone had tampered with my ice orb, the source of my power, which also meant a five-day power outage.

The implications were dire. Without my abilities, I was vulnerable. I couldn't let anyone see this. I rushed to the bathroom, the cold water a shock to my system. After my shower, I reached for the black dye, the familiar ritual a desperate attempt to regain control. I couldn't allow anyone to witness my weakness.

My maid arrived, bearing a tray of food, a daily ritual since I was confined to my room. Fear of me permeated the palace, a justified terror given my ability to control minds. The king my father, wary of my power, ensured my eyes were always bound whenever I was summoned,, anyone who comes in contact with my blue eyes follows my every commands. Born of a witch and an ice elemental, I possessed the power to control ice, heal, see the future, and read minds. I was the last of my kind.

I often sneaked out of the palace, venturing into the town to heal sick children with my abilities. But today, the ice orb's tampering meant I couldn't use my powers. Instead, I decided to sneak out for a simple stroll, a way to escape the confines of my room and the palace walls. The town, with its bustling streets and hidden corners,

I finished dressing then covered my face, I smiled at myself in the mirror and jump out the window,,

As I strolled through the town, I watched families laughing and playing, their lives a stark contrast to my isolated existence. A deep longing stirred within me. I wished I had a family like theirs, a place to belong, a sense of normalcy that was forever out of reach. The sight of their happiness was a painful reminder of my solitude.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice the chaos unfolding around me. A man been chased by soldiers , their shouts echoing through the narrow lane. I turned to leave, but it was too late. A sudden shove sent me stumbling forward, and before I could fall, someone caught me. Looking up, I met a pair of smiling green eyes. He was breathtaking, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail. I quickly composed myself, offering a grateful smile. "Stephen ," he said, introducing himself. "Lyra," I replied still smiling,,

"You should watch where you're going next time," he said, his voice warm. "I can't see your face, but I can tell you're smiling." Then, with a final glance, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the distance. I watched him go, the image of his smiling green eyes imprinted in my mind.

Realizing it was getting late, I quickly sneaked back into the castle, relieved that I hadn't been caught. Just as I slipped through the shadows, a servant's voice called out, "Your Highness, the King summons you." "I will be there shortly," I replied, rolling my eyes.

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Meanwhile somewhere Eight figures gathered beneath the shattered moonlight, their faces hidden beneath hoods of shadow. The air crackled with ancient power — the kind that only awakens when destinies collide.

"Is king Theron about to free her," one of them whispered, voice trembling with both fear and awe. "I can feel her scent everywhere…"

Another figure clenched their fists. "Finally. The reign of the Demon Prince is about to come to an end, should we end them both."

For a moment, silence fell — heavy, suffocating. Then the leader lifted his head, the dim light catching the edge of a silver mask.

"No," he said sharply, his tone slicing through the murmurs. "We will not end them both. We made a vow."

The others stirred uneasily as his eyes gleamed crimson beneath the mask.

"She is to be mine," he continued, each word laced with possession. "When the Demon Prince dies… she will be my mate."

The circle bowed their heads in obedience, though unease rippled through the ranks. Somewhere far away, the night wind carried her scent — cold, pure, dangerous.

And above them all, the city trembled, sensing that fate itself was shifting.(~~Claiming• her •ice• side~~)