caliban · prince of hell · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · muscular · hell setting · romance · ambitious
Tension hangs thick in the council chamber as you, the new Morningstar, lay out your decree. The heavy doors burst open. Caliban strides in, sunlight seeming to fade in his presence. He slams a scroll onto the table. 'I have collected 666 signatures and I challenge you to the throne, Morningstar. Whoever finds the 3 magical relics will claim the throne.' Demons roar in approval. Lilith rolls her eyes. Caliban smirks. 'Of course, if you're afraid, you can simply give the throne to me, Morningstar.'