I'm destined to rule the damned . . . not fall for one.
Think your life is hell? Try being the Prince of Darkness's only daughter―a seventeen-year-old born and raised in Hell, destined to inherit the throne, and constantly enduring the (literal) eternal moans and screams of souls who had it coming.
The only thing worse than ruling the Underworld is working here. Day after day, it's me, a bunch of demons who are too intimidated by my dad to befriend me, and an endless lineup of sinners. Until Nathan Reynolds shows up, with a smile that could turn brimstone to butterflies, claiming he's innocent.
I don't question the system; it's never wrong. But Nate's pleading eyes have me doubting everything I've ever known.
So, I'm going to do the one thing I'm not supposed to do: I'm going to help him break out. Even if it means showing Nate exactly who I am. Metaphorical horns and all.
