Neither Heaven Nor hell
Kiamara Cruz · Ongoing · 42.6k Words
Introduction
Banished and exiled to Doomstar, the realm of demons, Lysandra expects a swift death. Instead, he finds himself at the mercy of Zareth Vexaris, the feared Demon Lord whose name alone is enough to inspire terror.
To survive, Lysandra offers the only thing he has left.
Himself.
What begins as a desperate bargain soon becomes far more dangerous as Lysandra is drawn deeper into a world of temptation, power, and secrets. But Doomstar is not what he expected, and neither is the monster who rules it.
As old wounds refuse to heal and buried truths begin to stir, Lysandra finds himself caught between the realm that cast him aside and the one that may destroy him.
Because in Doomstar, nothing is ever as it seems.
And some bargains cost far more than a soul.
Chapter 1
Prologue
They say angels are born of light. They are made to be gentle, to heal, to give hope. Well Lysandra Evernight wasn't an Angel.
With mixed match eyes and hair, no wings or healing abilities and dark marks around his neck, he was far from being one and Celeste made him deal with that fact everyday.
A stain. The half thing. That's what they called him. For years he got used to the way the Angels treated him. He didn't care. He knew he wasn't normal and he was at peace with it.
At least he had his Destined. The one thing that kept him moving.
Destined.
Every Angel looked forward to meeting their Destined. It was the most beautiful feeling. Andra hoped and prayed for that day.
The day he gets to meet the one person that's supposed to love him, accept him, hold him.
The day came and so did Zekiel, his destined but it was not all what he had hoped. That broke him.
Zekiel took one look at him and called him the devil's Spawn. Andra had spent years waiting only to get rejected and insulted by the one person that was supposed to love him.
The pain in his heart was unbearable. He felt like something was clawing its way inside him. Heat rushed through his veins as his vision blurred.
He snapped. Unintentionally.
All the years of frustration, pain and ridicule. He finally lost control. His body took over and the results were fetal. The urge to hurt pushed him, to make them feel even a quarter of what he was feeling.
The dark markings spread fast across his skin, turning into a completely dark creature. Power he never knew he carried erupted causing chaos in the realm.
It was raw and explosive. Nothing like Celeste had ever experienced. the demon blood in his veins finally answering years of being pushed too far. His destined was brutally attacked in the process.
All this time, Andra had no control of his body. Even when he got banished and was sent to Doomstar, he still wasn't in his right frame of mind.
But one thing was for sure. He had nothing left. The boy who prayed for his Destined died the moment Zekiel looked away.
What crossed into Doomstar had only one thing left.
Revenge.
Chapter 1
Andra
The first thing I felt was excruciating pain. The ache was so bad as my eyes struggled to open. My body felt heavy, like I had fought a thousand wars.
I groaned as I slowly pushed myself up but I was dragged back to the same position making me wince in pain.
I snapped my head to where my wrist hurt and I was greeted with chains. That explained why I felt uncomfortable.
I stared at the restraints with confusion, then panic.
Glancing around my surroundings, I didn't know where this was. This didn't look like my room.
The room was nothing like I had seen before. It looked empty but the feeling of dizziness let me know that the room wasn't ordinary. It was draining my energy. The darkness with fire burning above which illuminated light told me that this was definitely the undercrypt.
The dungeon for prisoners.
Which made me panic even more. How did I end up here? Why am I here?
The last thing I remember was….. Zekiel. He rejected me. The look of disgust on his face, me feeling immense pain from the rejection.
After that, darkness.
“Hello” I called out “anyone there?” Nothing but the sound of my voice echoing back to me.
Moments like this made me wish I was every other Angel, at least I would know what's happening or at the very least have powers that would help free me from these chains.
I pulled harder on the chains as tears threatened to fall. It was one thing to be rejected but why am I locked up and in chains. Could my life get any harder?
"Hello?" I shouted again, my voice strained and still nothing.
The silence was beginning to really scare me. I have never been to the undercrypt before. I only heard stories about it and none of them was anything good.
"Can somebody tell me why I'm here?" Still nothing. I tried recalling what happened again but my memory was all foggy and the energy in the dungeon making me dizzy wasn't helping.
A loud bang echoed making me nearly jump out of my skin. I heard footsteps and then the metal door opened, two guards entered. The look they gave me made me realize something was wrong.
I mean I have gotten used to the stares ans glares but this was different. Relief flushed through me anyways.
Finally I could get some answers.
"About time," I muttered. "Can someone tell me why I'm chained up?"
The guards exchanged a look and it wasn't like the usual stares down which made my stomach drop.
Ok, this was getting serious by the minute and it's not helping my mental state.
"Where's Zekiel?" I asked again and they continued to ignore me.
"What happened after the rejection?" Still nothing. I swallowed as one of the guards stepped forward, making me step back. I had no idea what was happening or what he was about to do.
Then suddenly something flashed in his hand and before I could react, the chains around the wall detached, falling off my wrist.
"Get up." He ordered.
I didn't bulge.
"What is going on?" I asked Instead
And as I thought, they ignored me. The guard who broke the chain got irritated and pulled me to my feet
"The Archangel has passed judgment."
What? Judgment? For what?
I opened my mouth but he continued before I could speak.
"You have been banished from Celeste."
I felt the air get knocked out of me
"What?" The word struggled to come out of my mouth. I felt like I couldn't breathe. A fish out of water.
Banished?
No.
That didn't make any sense. I hadn't done anything. Infact, Zekiel should be the one getting punished, he rejected me. And again I couldn't even remember what happened after the rejection.
The guard's expression remained icy.
"You are to be exiled to Doomstar immediately. We will escort you to the sundering, the realm between Doomstar and Celeste. From there, you are on your own”
Doomstar.
As in the realm of demons.
"No."
What is going on?
"No, there has to be a mistake." Because I don't understand how one minute I am getting rejected and the next, I am getting banished.
"There is no mistake." He snarled as he pushed me out of the cell and I struggled.
"Stop resisting lysandra or we will be forced to put you down"
I jerked away nonetheless, I could careless about his empty threats.
"I want to speak to the Archangel." I requested
"Denied." He said as held my arm again dragging me
"I want to see Zekiel." I tried pulling away but both their grips were so strong. My body had no choice but to get dragged like a doll.
"Denied."
My breathing picked up as fear beg
an to settle in. This couldn't be happening.
“No…. Wait.. please” I begged
The guard conjured a portal. Then it dawned on me. This was really happening.
And for the first time in my life, I realized there was nobody going to save me.
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