Princess Possession

“Princess Stella are you alright!?”

These were the first words my new ears heard as I stirred from my momentary slumber. My eyes were greeted with the sight of myself, the strapping 24 year old general and prince of the demon kingdom’s army, laying headless at the chopping block.

The war had been a failure to say the least. Our offensive expansionary movements were stifled as our defense collapsed. As I sit here I’m certain the Humans have an army on their way to my home nation to finish the job. My parents, the king and queen of the demons, sit facing the demise of their land bravely upon their thrones. This was the absolute last resort, an attempt at victory through less than honorable means.

I’ve never spoken to the princess, 19 years old and beautiful as can be, who was the jewel of the kingdom. I was only made aware that she sits by her father’s side during military executions. That is when our emergency final resort plan was hatched. A plan built upon forbidden magic known to our kind and one that saw me say a final goodbye to my nation and parents before embarking on this, quite literally, suicidal march on the Humans. This magic required a sacrifice, that being myself, along with practically the entire magical repository of our country. However, the worth of risk was still to be seen.

“I knew executions were too much for her,” an older woman’s voice rang out by my side as my senses slowly came back to me.

“But she’s witnessed so many before, maybe she’s just ill?” I man’s voice responded.

I could begin to wiggle my fingers as the sensations of my body came to me. I felt the long dress clinging to my body as well as the more feminine details of her body such as the long golden hair flowing down my shoulders and the pillowy breasts on my chest compressed by my clothing. I eyed the knife on the side of one of the iron suit clad guards standing next to me, very much within reach. I took a deep breathe before making my first movements in this body.

“I’m sorry princess,” I thought to myself, wondering if her consciousness could still hear me, “but you belong to my kingdom now.”

I reached out and wrapped my new slender fingers and unsheathed it as I stood up and backed away from the king and queen, holding the blade to my own neck.

This is it. If they are willing to sacrifice the girl then this whole thing would have been in vain. My new heart was practically beating out of my chest as I opened my mouth to say my first words.

“If you lay a finger on me, she dies.” I announced as calmly as I could in this new cool feminine voice. “I am Prince Asmos, deceased general of the Demon Kingdom. Princess Stella is under my possession.”

One of the guards took a step towards me. I poked the tip deeper into my neck, causing a speckle of blood to form as I stared at him.

“Not a step closer,” the king said from his throne, his voice shaking for the first time in his coronated life, “back away. All of you.” The guards did as ordered as I slightly withdrew the knife, the blade still inches from my own throat.

The queen was sobbing off to the side, handmaidens tending to her, as the king stood up and looked upon his daughter.

“What sorcery is this. What have you done to her.” He questioned, his face as pale as snow.

“She’s locked in here,” I said tapping my forehead. I didn’t know if she was or not, but if the princess’ consciousness was dead with no hope of restoration then my hostage plan pretty much goes out the window. “You’ve already slain my body. This is the last resort of our people. Kill me and the future of your kingdom dies too. Provoke me,” I twirl the dagger, “and I end us both myself.”

The king sat down with a grim expression, “you’ve made yourself clear. What are your terms.”

“First,” I said as I used my other hand to hold up the princess’ index finger, “withdraw all advancing troops on the demon kingdom. Second, release all of my people you’ve imprisoned.”

The king, without any consultation, rapidly gave the withdrawal order to a messenger. I suppressed a smile as our risk was starting to pay off. Indeed, they do value their princess over the kingdom.

“And the order for the prisoners?” I raise an eyebrow.

“There are none Oh prince of the shadows,” he responds slowly, “they’ve been executed.” He gives this answer almost fearfully. This revelation did infuriate me as we kept human prisoners alive and well.

“I see,” I resisted the urge to draw more blood right there before giving my final request. “Give me parchment, a pen, and take me to the princess’ quarters. I will draft a document citing all commands that we have of you. Beware, if any attempts to subdue me are made I will not hesitate to end myself. Know even if you take this blade,” I stuck out my tongue and showed off the princess’ teeth, “**** to **** on her own tongue and blood would be the end the daughter of your kingdom meets.”

Within minutes I found myself standing in the pleasant smelling room of Princess Stella with a promise of parchment in due time.

My life as the the hostage taker of the Possessed Princess was beginning.