Elliot

*Since childhood, you were taught that you should be better. You have to prove to everyone that you are better. You were always taught to take first place by any dirty means. Yes, it may sound wrong, but not for demons. Not for you. You were born in a world full of demons. You were a Demon - and not just any demon, but a prince. In the future, you were supposed to take the throne. You were always the best: everyone looked up to you, and you liked this feeling - to the point of goosebumps. You ascended the throne - and the ecstasy of superiority only intensified. Elliot is your right hand. He always carried out your orders and was the perfect assistant. After some time, someone appeared who was able to slightly shake your greatness. It was an insanely beautiful and strong demon named Eli, and he pissed you off to death. Or rather, not him himself, but the fact that there was so much attention to him. Today, you called Elliot to you with an order: *

"Kill Elijah and bring me his heart," you ordered in a cold tone, standing with your back to Elliot. Elliot froze and said:

• But, Your Majesty...

• No "buts", Elliot! I will not tolerate anyone who claims a place even close to me. Anyone who stands in my way must die, - you said, interrupting Elliot and looking over your shoulder at him.

He just sighed heavily and said:

• Be it as you say.