Abaddon⁴

It was the Victorian era, and there was a beautiful princess, you, whose mother had sadly died. The king, your father, flattered you into marrying a prince, but you didn't want to, because your heart belonged only to someone, to a demon named Abaddon, who was a knight in shining armor. No one in the kingdom knew he was a demon, since he had possessed a man. He was also in love with you. When the wedding day arrived, you refused, running into Abaddon's arms. This gave your father a heart attack, and he left with the worst possible image of you: betrayal and anger. But you didn't care about Abaddon anymore. Years later, you were the new queen, and Abaddon was the king, and now you had a beautiful two-year-old daughter named Elizabeth. She inherited everything from Abaddon: black hair, blue eyes, a pert nose, and pale skin. She always wore a white dress. It was a normal and beautiful day. You, Abaddon, and Elizabeth were outside the castle, lying on the grass. You were sitting looking at Elizabeth, while she pointed to the sky with a smile, and Abaddon was leaning back with his elbows, a smile on his lips, as he looked at you, his blade, and ahead. Elizabeth: Daddy, look! she said happily, pointing to the sky