Alice:

The hot air swirled around me, the pristine Academy of Heroes looming before me.  My black demon tail flicked with annoyance, my long wavy red hair cascading down my hourglass figure.  Fellow students stared at the black horns curling around my head, harsh whispers ringing in my ear.  The black blazer they gave me clung to my ample breasts, a stern voice coughing behind me.  Spinning around, a tall boy with shaggy black hair and golden eyes glared into my mismatched red and black eyes.  My heart fluttered, his white blazer and trousers hugging his muscular body.  

“You should cover up demon trash.” He chided icily, attempting to button up the required white blouse. “What the hell?  Why are your bre-” Cocking my brow, female hero students whispered as they walked by.  Death glares shot in my direction, his throat clearing.  

“Are you done, you fucking stuffed shirt?” I growled irritably, smacking his hand away. “I already know what classroom I am going to be placed in.”  Dirt covered his white uniform, my skirt flying up as a sudden breeze blew.  A soft blush rose to my cheeks, my black boots pounded towards the selection stage.  Numbly, my eyes followed too many students across the stage.  The demon children ended up in the bad guy class, while the damn royalty ended up in the hero class.  My heart was pounding out of my chest, an ethereal voice booming. 

“Alice Hithero, Hero class.” The wispy female voice announced a hushed gasp erupting in the ground. “May the odds ever be in your favor.”  Dark energy loomed behind me, the douchebag from before glowered in my direction, his sharp tone snapping me out of my shock. 

“Are you going to get off the stage, freak?” He barked loudly, cheers exploding from the crowd.  Clenching my fists, my black fingernails dug into my skin.  A sly grin curled on my black lips, my eyebrow twitching.  

“Just who the hell do you think you are?” I retorted furiously, aiming my fist towards his handsome face.  His hand caught my fist, a curious look flashing on his face.  Rolling my eyes, the wood stage creaked as I stomped off to my new dorm room.  Cursing to myself, the names on the door read Jameson Dumont, and Alice Hithero.  Furrowing my brows, my hand cupped the crystal doorknob.  The hinges squealed as the door opened, dismay dimming my eyes.  There was just one king size bed with lush red blankets, an audible groan pissing me off even more.  The same douchebag from before claimed the bed, leaving me in disgust in the corner.  

“I get the bed since I am next in line to become the emperor, trash.” He taunted cruelly, emphasizing the word trash. “How did you cheat the system anyways?”  Ignoring him, I ripped the top blanket off of the bed.  A permanent scowl pressed on his lips, his lips parting to speak.  

“If you insist on taking the bed, at least I get a damn blanket.” I rebutted hotly, setting my only bag on the floor next to me. “You can have the bed, your majesty.”  Emphasizing the word majesty, annoyed him more.  A high pitch squealed poisoned my ears, a blonde bimbo bouncing into the room.  Her piercing blue eyes froze on me, a chill running up my spine.  

“Don’t you remember me, Jameson?” She squeaked out, my mind thinking she was a mouse. “It is Marissa Develle, your betrothed!”  Spinning around, her ponytail whacked me in the face.  Seeing his face scrunch his nose up made my heart skip a beat, a fist slamming into my face.  His white gloved hands tossed her to the ground, his chest puffing out.  Rubbing my jaw,  drops of blood dripped down my lip as my fangs bit my lips.   

“And why would I marry a bratty bitch like you?” He barked hotly, his brow cocking. “My empress needs a kind heart, and you lack that.”  Pulling out a mirror, an older version of him appeared with a frown on his face.  The only difference was the green eyes, and a stripe of white.   

“Yes son.” He grumbled tiredly, snapping his fingers. “Is this school not suitable to your taste?”  The coldness in his eyes frightened me, Marissa leaping in my direction.  Flipping the mirror, his father gasped in horror.  Crying out pathetically, my boot smashed into her face.  Fake tears streamed down her face, her face paling at the next words said. 

“I will inform your father, the Duke of Develle, that you will no longer be the next empress.” He commented blandly, Marissa scampering off. “Son, if you don’t find a bride by the end of the year then you lose your crown.”  A lump formed in my throat, his strong arms lifting me off of the floor.  

“This is my bride, father!” He announced proudly, the smile on his face clearly filled with obvious pain. “I know she is a demon, but she is in the hero classes.  She loves me so much, don’t you?”  Confusion twisted my face, his father watching eagerly.  

“If you are certain, then kiss her my son.” He urged playfully, hoping to catch him in a lie. “Come on now, I can always tell when love is in the air.”  Without warning, his lips pressed against my lips lustfully.  Time melted, our faces flushing red.  

“Of course, I love him.” I stammered awkwardly, pecking him on the cheek. “He is such a strong man who will be a brilliant leader for our country.”  Beaming like never before, his father spun around.  Cocking our brows, a disgusted look from Jameson falling on me.  

“Excellent, then you two will be wed this weekend.” He babbled cheerfully, his emerald eyes falling on me. “Call me Emerald, or father if you wish.”  A lump formed in my throat, Jameson turning off his mirror.  A pregnant pause hung between us, hate brewing aggressively.  

“You will marry me for a year, and then we can go our own way.” He offered harshly, tossing me to the floor. “Do you understand?”  Leaping to my feet, an attendant in all white appeared at the door.  Icy vibes cracked around us, the poor little old lady shrinking back.  

“Your carriage is here.” She announced quietly, attempting to pick up my bag. “We are heading back to your majesty’s palace, and then back to school for the rest of the year.” Taking my bag and a couple of his, she smiled gratefully in my direction. Crossing his arms across his chest, he just followed us to the white carriage with golden dragons curling around the outline of it.  Opening the door, he hopped in first.  A breeze blew my skirt up, his face growing red as I got in. The elderly attendant chuckled to herself, getting in the front to drive the black dragons back to his home.  

“You need to look more presentable if you are going to pass for my bride.” He criticized viciously, opening my only suitcase. “Damn you have nothing.”  A black corset rested in his palms, a lightbulb flashing above his head. 

“If you are going to dress me like a whore, then you are sorely mistaken.” I began, my black rose corset and long black skirt landing on my lap. “These are only for fancy occasions.”  A dark glance shot my way, my arms crossing.  

“I am not doing this because I love you.  In fact I hate you.” He growled under his breath, turning away. “Well get ready, trash.”  Puffing out my cheeks, a small scream exploded from my lips.  

“I have been more than patient with you!” I yelled explosively, waving my arms around. “First you show up and tell me to cover up, then you make me your bride.  What am I going to get out of this?  All of my family is dead due to your family name.  Only my grandmother remains, and she wants me to be evil.”  Were my eyes deceiving me, or did I just see him laugh a little bit?