The Devil In Disguise - Chapter 2 1 Grumpy Beginnings

“At the beginning.”

“I did…”

“I did not expect that everything… everything would end up like this.”

Reza’s POV

*Present*

I opened my eyes repeatedly as it began to adjust and observed to know what situation I am in. All that I can see is darkness as I began to move and realizing that I am in a very tight position, then I felt that there were chains tied on my body, starting on my feet up to my neck, even on my mouth that I could not be able to speak. I just began to realize that I am inside a coffin.

‘Why am I inside a coffin?’ My head hurts for I have been sleeping for a long time but I do not know how long. I sighed then I smelled something awful, ‘Ugh, did someone took a crap in here? Wait? Did I shit myself? Pff, no way, of course not. That’ll never happen for I am the Demon Lord.’ I thought to myself and laughed a bit nervously. I sighed again and began losing myself, opening the coffin with telekinesis, ‘that’s right, I’m magic’, then breaking my shackles tied on my body and on my mouth with my strength then I stood up.

“Ahh, that’s much better.” As I stretched my arms and bend my body for laying down for a very long time. ” I didn’t crap myself, but man, that coffin DID smell like shit.” I began to think why I am inside a coffin then I reckon something from my past. ‘I remember everything, Iwish I could’ve forget it’, my expression became depressed because of what I have recalled. I started to look around and see darkness, well thanks to my powers I can see in the dark. There is a lot of cobwebs in every corner of the room, it looks like a dungeon, it is old. There’s an entrance with stairs as I see a little light across.

“Who on earth are you?!” I am alarmed that I heard a girl’s voice and notice an elegant young girl taking steps on the stairs holding a torch that brightened the area with confusion on her face. She stopped with a distance in front of me. I really am curious why a beautiful girl like her is inside my enormous dark castle.

“What are you doing in my castle!?” She exclaimed demanding an answer. ‘Did she just say her ‘castle’?’.

“Wh-What the? Me? IN your ‘castle?!” I scoffed.

This is how I met Princess Celeste Octavia Salvatore.