All Chapters of Christmas In Hell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DamonI am known as Damon Reed, The Prince Of Hell, and I've been at this for three hundred years. Every year it's the same. My father sends me all over Earth from November 26th to December 25th. He does this because The Moiari (The Fates) foretold this. They did the same for the angels, but their window is during Lent. As above so below, truly does apply here. My father's brother rules Heaven and he too has a son. We are both destined to find our queens, but that's where the similarities between us end. If our queens were in Heaven or Hell, we would have already found them. So they must be on Earth because Earth is where those not fully born of this realm end up or those that simply refuse to choose a side spend their eternity living life after life.I have wandered a few cities already and have not even turned up a decent conversation. I have also seen a multitude of light displays over my many trips to Earth. Christmas, ugh! Bah, humbug, I'm so with Ebenezer Scrooge on this one. So

DamonI understand why Misha ran after Ana. I hope she is ready for the fallout. I'll just stay at the table and use my ability to know what's going on once they find Justin being himself. Yeah, I like women, don't get me wrong, but if I want an easy fuck I will go find a succubus. I don't use humans or those who think that they are human. Once I am King, I will put an end to this. There are plenty of supernaturals who are always ready, willing, and able.MishaWhat the hell am I doing chasing after Ana? Yeah, Justin is hot and quite charming, but there's always this nagging voice in the back of my head when it comes to him. ‘If it seems too good to be true, it probably is,’ I continually have told myself that after what happened with Jack, my ex. That thought is on a loop when I am around Justin so there has to be a reason for it. Indeed, Ana has never liked him. She'd always comment how plastic he seemed and that I could do better. Then, tonight, Ana shows up with Damon. She's all g

DamonI was starting to think that I would never get them to their car. We put Misha in the backseat, and Ana sits in the passenger seat while I drive. “Whoa, you guys light up the car. I might need sunglasses,” Misha murmurs like a kid seeing a Christmas light display for the first time.We laugh. “She loses her filter when she drinks like this, and she will remember everything tomorrow too. So be prepared for her to turn redder than a tomato,” Ana explains,“I'm like that too, minus the tomato part as I don't get embarrassed.”“Me too because I never had a filter to lose,” Ana replies.We laugh until Misha leans up and plays with my hair. For the love of all that's unholy, it's taking everything that I have not to enjoy her touch. I look over at Ana in hopes that she'll save me.“So soft. Mmm, you smell good too,” Misha purrs.Ana giggles as she looks back at Misha. “Oh, I bet he does.” Don't encourage this, Ana. You are evil because I see that smirk on your lips. I sigh as I try to

DamonAfter talking with Ana, I decided to explore their place. I see photos of their exploits together.It's quite entertaining. You can visibly see the love between them. They are each other's chosen family, only a fool would try to separate them. I never really had a friend like that. They always hung around me because of who my father was. Justin is the closest thing I have to a friend, and well, he doesn't have many either for the same reason. I know he probably thinks that I compelled Ana to go find him, but I didn't. That was all Ana. But he'll find that out once he talks to her. Sure, I could try to compel that woman, but it'd be a struggle. She has a mind all her own and a fierce sense of loyalty. She kinda reminds me of myself.After tonight, I consider her a friend. There was an ease to our conversation that you can't force.She's part of the path that the Moirai saw for me, I'm sure of it. Then there's Misha. I'd so love to know what she's dreaming of and maybe even join h

Misha“It took me three hundred years to find you, my Queen,” Damon said longingly. I hum my uneasiness. As if he can sense my apprehension, he says, “Our only recent meeting doesn't matter.”“It does matter. I felt a spark before with Jack but it faded. How is this different?”Confidently, Damon looks into my eyes, “This won't fade.”“How can you be so sure?”Demetri smiles as he chuckles softly, “When you know, you know. It doesn't fade, and the connection grows as time passes. I can feel my wife's emotions even though she's back home. Tell me, did you have any odd dreams or that recurring one of your parents' deaths?”“How did you know that I did, in the past, but not last night?”Demetri smirks, “I'm the Devil, Misha.”“Shit, sorry!” I blush.He chuckles loudly, “None needed. But please answer.”“I had quite the opposite dream,” I mumble as my cheeks redden.He smirks, “And why do you think that is?”“I don't know.”Demetri looks from me to the table, “But I think you do. Look dow