Aine's Story WIP (Patreon)

As a demon princess, being away from home and being summoned by a human wasn’t something that was in the norm. But Aine took things in her new life in stride as she laid in the bed with her current partner, a young woman with long blonde hair and deep green eyes by the name of Jessica. The two were cuddled up together in bed with Jessica looking at the tv they kept across the room. “Aine, do you mind telling me again just why you aren’t allowed home? You told me once before, but… I don’t think I understand it yet…”

Aine couldn’t stop herself from chuckling at the thought. It was far from the first time she had told this story, but it almost seemed like Jessica forgot every time it was told. Fortunately, it wasn’t a story that she minded telling. With a smile coming to her lips, Aine adjusted herself in bed, pushing herself up with her leg hand so that she was sitting up while keeping her lower half resting in the bed. “Like I said before, I was exiled from my home and dethroned because I seduced an angel that didn’t fall like expected. It’s almost a rite of passage in the royal line for the next heir to the throne to cause an angel or two to fall. The more that they can corrupt, the stronger of a leader they will be… At least, that’s how my family sees it.”

A quiet pause filled the room as Jessica adjusted herself to get a better look at Aine while she spoke. “I get that, but why does that mean you get exiled? If you did what you were supposed to, then why--”

“Because my family lives by power. Ever since we took over the throne a few generations before my mother, they’ve been obsessed with having only a ‘worthy’ ruler on the throne. And my father cared about it more than anyone else. So, when my seduction of the angel was a success, but their falling didn’t happen… He didn’t see me as worthy of being his child anymore. Being the king, his word is law.” Aine’s eyes drifted down toward the bed as she recalled the moment her fate was chosen by her father, thinking back to that day like it was still happening to her.

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“Father, why!? It was one mistake! We both know I’m more than good enough to make several angels fall if I choose! So why when--” Tears filled Aine’s eyes as she stared into her fathers, taking a good look at the uncaring gaze he shot her way. He was almost twice her size in both height and how he was built. Compared to her, he was almost a truck just waiting to slam into her. But she stood her ground in front of him, clearly unafraid to try and prove her point. Unfortunately, the tears that filled her eyes, the care and pain in her gaze, nor the fact that she was one of the most gifted of their line moved his thoughts.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you off with being exiled. If it was anyone else that failed, I’d have them executed in a grand ceremony. There is no need for weakness in our blood. And judging by those tears you shed, it’s clear that you’re weaker than you think you are.”

In the heat of the moment, Aine felt like her heart was going to break. Not only was her title being taken from her, but so was her family, her life, and her place on the throne. Everything was fading away before her eyes. And all she could do was shout at her father in an attempt to do something about it. Though, deep down, she knew he wouldn’t budge. And that, while he wouldn’t admit it, he wouldn’t kill his own daughter even if he was ordered. Fortunately, just as Aine felt her voice starting to break from trying to reason with the man, she felt a gentle hand rest on her shoulder.

Her mother stood behind her with the sweetest of smiles on her face and a look of concern in her eyes. It was clear that both of her parents were hurt by the fact that they were doing this, even if they didn’t want to say anything about it. And it was even more clear to her in the moment Aine felt her mother’s arms wrap around her body, pulling her into a tight embrace. Aine’s mother was the same height that she was, the two almost spitting images of each other outside of her mother having black hair compared to Aine’s white and their horns being on opposite sides of their heads. “Mom… I can’t… I can’t believe you two are letting this happen.”

“As little as we want it, it’s for the best. We need someone strong on the throne. We need someone who will not falter or fail. And most important, if we want our daughter to ever come back home, we need someone strong enough to tear away the laws laid down by your grandfather.” Aine’s mother’s voice was sweet and gentle as she spoke, yet almost distorted by pain and worry of her daughter. But neither one of her parents shed a tear for her as they opened a portal in front of her, silently sending her on her way through it.