The Billionaire's Weakness, Calliste

CHAPTER 1 

Tristan's pov

I sat on my throne carved from black stone and skulls. My piercing eyes gazed into the flames dancing in the pit before me, Hell's warmth was a constant embrace yet distant and cold, my mind wandered back to my birth -  and death.

My mother was a mortal, she had screamed of agony as I entered the world, her life slipped away as my first cry echoed through the castle.

Asmodeus one of the princes of hell who unfortunately was my uncle had appeared at my birth, my mother had begged him to save her only child from death - and those who would kill him on earth. He had brought me to hell, raising me as his own son - for my father Lucifer was gone.

Lucifer, Hell's ruler, had vanished 200 years ago - lured to the mortal realm by temptation or trap. Some claimed he still walked among the mortals; others believed he was dead.

I had grown strong, from feeding on darkness and chaos, my power had rivaled asmodeus, even some demons whispered I would claim Hell's throne.

A commotion outside interrupted my thoughts. A mortal had dared to enter Hell? My interest piqued; I beckoned the figure forward.

It was Griffin Hawthorne, a wealthy mortal, he approached cautiously. His eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness, my throne room materializing before him.

He swallowed hard; I smiled faintly - Griffin Hawthorne, what brings you to my Domain? 

He bowed deeply deeply; his voice trembling slightly: my daughter Annabelle.... She's in danger, your highness. I've come to offer a deal.

I leaned forward; intrigued: A deal, how... Refreshing. Speak your terms Griffin.

He took a deep breath before responding, protect and save Annabelle from harm, and she'll belong to you - body and soul.

My eyes widened slightly: I leaned back in my throne, steepling my fingers ( pausing dramatically ) I accept your offer Griffin.

Annabelle Hawthorne will be mine.

With a wave of my hands I summoned a dark tattoo artist - a demon with needles for fingers 

The demon appeared beside Griffin, I spoke: seal our contract with blood and ink. He signed his daughter's life in my hand's on her behalf. I could hear Griffin's thought as he signed the deal, he was heartbroken but he still needed my help so he had no other option. The demon nodded as Griffin extended his hand.

The needles pierced his skin; he winced as the demon wrote - PROPERTY OF TRISTAN, PRINCE OF HELL. 

I leaned forward again, By Hell's law, this contract binds you - and Annabelle forever.

Griffin nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the dark tattoo: his voice barely above a whisper - what... What will you do with her?

I smiled faintly: leaning back : claim her as mine. Body, soul and heart, if possible 

I saw as his face contorted In anguish, but I continued playing nonchalant to his expression : Do not worry Griffin, I'll send my escort to Annabelle.... Soon and for her sickness she's already cured.

With a dismissive wave, I banished Griffin Hawthorne from my throne room. The mortal had disappeared in to the darkness.

I summoned my uncle asmodeus :  asmodeus our new acquisition.

Annabelle Hawthorne. Research her, I want to know everything about her.

He bowed; his voice low and gravelly already begun, my prince.

She's intriguing, beautiful, intelligent and kind.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by anabelle's kindness: kindness.... A rare quality.

I'll enjoy corrupting it.

Get out men ready we're going to the mortal realm.

Asmodeus looked at me skeptical, I smiled faintly as I replied : she's mine now, Body and soul.

He nodded as he left, I had to chuckle cause no one would believe that asmodeus the third prince of hell obeys me.