Warmth fluttered through Jake's chest at the precious words muttered against her skin, his soft lips leaving a burning trail, causing her to tilt her head a bit more. Lifting her hand, she tangles her fingers into is hair, silently encouraging him to continue. "I love you too" she murmered, almost too quietly to be heard.

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Days passed, and though the rumors grew to practically fact around the school, there was just no tangible proof anybody could get their hands on that linked the Angel Prince and Demon Princess together. They were classmates, with lockers right next to each other, so it wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine them walking with each other around school, and since they were both royals in line for their respective thrones, their civility towards each other was rather believable as well. And the press hated it. So did the teachers. But Peirce and Jake were doing nothing against school code.

Not publically at least.
They were very good at hiding their tacks, making sure nobody could see them when they did decide to get a little frisky – though their favorite place by far had become Peirce's bedroom, not just for the sex, but the peace to have fun and be themselves – and then making sure to be seen on totally different side of the school afterwards to keep suspicions down. Though by that point, there were no suspicions left with their classmates. Though none dared address them personally, it was pretty easy to overhear people talking about how they "just have to be an item." Honestly, it was all rather amusing.

But, amusement aside, the day of Peirce's eighteenth birthday quickly approached until suddenly it was upon them. Despite a long, special night with Jake, Peirce was still left stressed and mildly panicked. His entire race would be in his hands in less than an hour now, and he hadn't even graduated high school yet. What the Netherworld was his mother thinking? 'Tradition, that's exactly what she's thinking,' he thought to himself with a resigned sigh.
Of course, Jake and her father would have front row seats to see his coronation. Another tradition, despite the rivalries between their two species. The crowning of a new ruler was a sacred time of peace that not even the foulest of demons dared betray.

He really wanted to see Jake before the ceremony started, but he knew she would already be out there beside her father. And with her own coronation merely two months away now, this was hardly a time to allow their secret relationship become not so secret. Sure, his mother and sisters knew, but that was quite different from her father knowing. Or the entire population for that matter.
So, it was with a calming breath that Peirce's steady gaze fixated in front of him, his wings folded in a relaxed manner behind his back, his expression calm. As the grand doors to the throne room opened, he did not look at the angels – and few higher ranking demons – that filled it as he walked, regal and proud, towards the grand throne that would soon be his. The cerulean blue ceremonial robes he wore for the event were loose, flowing behind him like gentle ripples across a large pond. A picture perfect scene. As. Per. Tradition.

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Jake fiddled nervously with the hem of her ebony, mid-thigh length dress, crimson eyes frequently darting over to the imposing figure sitting clamly next to her. Her father, Satan himself. The Demon Overlord had been quite insistant of arriving to the coronation early, a show of good will he had explained, so for the past few hours she had been suffering through pleasantries with angel and demon alike. It was a releif when they had been informed to take their assigned seats, which was of course in the first row, as was customary with even demon royalty. Jake really didn't mind though, for this allowed her an excellent view of the moment Peirce would become crowned, a moment that she would be enduring in just a few months time, despite her fathers dissaproval.Things between her and her father were still immensly strained, in fact there was absolutely no change in their unfortunate relationship since she had started school. Though that was fine by her, considering he never bothered keeping track of her whereabouts, making her relationship with Peirce that much easier to maintain. Her eyes warmed slightly as she thought about her lover, causing her hand to still and body to slightly relax.

Peirce. Having long gotten over her fear of being revealed, she had fallen head over heals for the Angel Prince these past weeks, no longer hesitant to admit she loved him. Oh hell, did she love him. He had been her only rock through all the shit that seems to happen to her, wether it being a horrible fight with her father or the demons constanty taunting her about her so called 'familiarity' with Peirce. She kicked those demons asses of course. Thankfully none of the rumors reached her fathers ears though, Lucifer forbid he knew that they were even civil to each other in school, never mind having an intimate relationship. Smiling, her mind thought back to last night, how she had tried to soothe Peirce with her body, talking with him for hours before falling asleep wrapped in his arms. It was nights like those she would always cherish for as long as she lived.

Jake was carrying a secret though, one that was growing inside of her right this second, one she had only discovered about early this afternoon. You see, a couple weeks ago she noticed feeling a bit.... off. She had been throwing up occationly, which was rare for a child of Lucifer, and her moods had been begining to go haywire. Believing it was just a strange illness, she had managed to keep her symptoms to herself, not wanting to worry Peirce anymore than he had to since he was preparing for his coronation. But the symptoms were persistant, and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to conceal her pregnancy, a miracle in itself as it was believed angels and demons couldn't reproduce together.

Her attention was suddenly directed towards the throne room doors opening, signalling the begining of the coronation. Her gaze landing on her secret lover, she was startled at the regal picture he presented, the cerulean complementing him very nicely as he walked to the throne with the outmost grace. She could hardly believe this was the same Peirce she had kissed goodbye just this morning. Having relaxed completely upon seeing him, she patiently waited as the ceromomy continued, her gaze never leaving her boyfriends handsome face as she gently stroked her thumb across her stomach.

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Peirce didn't dare glance at Jake, not for a moment. He refused to underestimate her father's intelligence, and the slightest glance could reveal everything they've been trying to keep buried until Jake was Overlord. Not on his watch. Not today.
He kept a steady pace until he stood before his mother, their gazes locking for exactly one second before Peirce smoothly knelt to the ground with his head bowed reverently. This was most definitely a well rehearsed ceremony that had been perfected aeons ago, with the first seraphs of the land.
This most sacred ceremony was conducted as all were: in Latin. As their native tongue – for they didn't even begin to learn English until they were around eight – it was only right.

A soft murmur had rippled through the crowd as Periced walked towards the throne, but as he knelt, there was nothing but silence. Yet still, his mother waited for some cue the audience could not detect before she began. "Peirce Angelican, hic et nunc, in octavodecimo anno prima hora vestra, et ploremus ante Seraphim, ante daemonum regno, ibat et in conspectu Dei, ut sis dux in populo. Excipiens hoc officium non praesumat, est promissio. Promissione adduxisti populum tuum, ut pro exemplo, si casus ferat, pro his esse moriendum. Numquid faciem eius accipitis et muneris tibi solus portare potuimus?"
Peirce's response was automatic, instinctual. "Concedo meas et officii solus sustinere antequam Seraphim, daemonum regno, ibat et in conspectu Dei."
"Non facilis via ambulabis. In multitudine populi non caligabunt oculi videntium et gaudium tibi. In dolor inopiaque confecti ad te filii populi tui petunt. Amodo deinceps tua praestitisti unquam erunt. Numquam potes cogitare seipsum; Nunc animum nobis est auxilium tuum. In bello autem praeeuntibus aciem constituit et operuerunt ultima sui recipiendi ceperunt. In fabricasti lupanar tuum in pace oportet quaerere rursus arma ministrat. Semper spem optimam parate pessimus. Tu ad labores?"
"Paratus sum et ad labores. Servituti subiicio populi mei in bello pacem, miserunt, et fame consumpti sumus. Et maiorum ab erroribus et erroribus ego faciam. Dabo mei supra me, et ut eorum semper exemplo, quia adsequi non tenuit rationem eorum."

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Jake watched the proceedings intently, her scarlet gaze only briefly flashing to her fathers stotic form once, wary of the calculating expression he wore as Peirce knelt before his mother, a pose no royal demon would ever condone. Dismissing it as nothing for the time being, she subtly shifted her position as silence reined over the murmuring croud, her ears perking as the foreign language spilled from the former Seriph's lips. Having been born with royal blood, she of course had been forced to learn several languages in order to be able to handle her future position. Latin, unfortunately, had been her weakest subject, though she was able to recognize and understand most of what was conspiring between mother and son.

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With Peirce's promises to his kingdom finished, his mother seemed to straighten a bit where she stood. The next words that came from her lips were also in Latin, but they were a chant, repeated again and again as a soft light formed around Peirce, before strengthening to completely envelope him from sight.
When it finally faded, Peirce's wings were flared out, but rather than two, there were four large feathered wings, white as freshly fallen snow ripped with the faintest of blues. Still knelt in front of his mother, Peirce folded the newer set against his back, then carefully folded the original set over them so that they nearly overlapped.

"Rise," the former Seraph ordered, her gaze remaining steadily on Peirce as he slowly came to his feet once more. When the new Seraph of the land was drawn to his full height, his mother crowned him with the circlet designed specifically for him. Another moment, and it was her turn to bow before him. "Vivat Seraphim!"

"Vivat Seraphim!" The angels in the crowd repeated with vigor as their new leader turned to face them. Of course, this also prompted them to bow to the new Seraph. This was not a custom that anyone expected the demons to follow, wishing instead to respect the customs of the foreign royalty. Thus, it was no surprise that the few demons in the room did remain standing.

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Even with her previous knowledge of the ceremony events, when two new beautiful snow white wings emerged from Peirce's back, Jake had a bit of difficulty keeping up her neutral expression and refraining from gasping in delight. They are so beautiful, there is nothing about this that isn't... She thought in awe as the intricate crown was placed on the prince's head. A strange weight seemed to settle in her stomach as the coronation proceeded, the voices of Peirce's kin echoing through her ears as she remained standing beside her father. This was final, Peirce really was the new king and they could no longer be considered kids, both carrying the responsibilities of their people.

Pushing back her insecurities, her expression remained blank as the angels around them bowed to their newly crowned king, her father scoffing softly at the sign of submission. Shooting a dissaproving glance in his direction, she was unlucky when his gaze caught hers, flinching at the anger shimmering brightly in those cruel eyes. Of course he made no move to discipline her here, but to hell if she was going home tonight. Peeking back at Peirce she admired the proud form he bared, standing confidently in front of his people as they pledged their services to him. Jake could just imagined the pride his mother must be feeling since she herself could barely contain hers.

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Peirce allowed a confident smirk to cross his expression as he eased into his throne, gazing upon the room filled with his kneeling subjects, and the proud demons. "Surge, Angeli," he called out, his wings spread in a show of power, but relaxed to show that he was not afraid, and they should not be afraid of him. "Et omnes bibe et emulate!"
Now that was something Angels and Demons could agree on. Alcohol? Yes please. Although most older generations of angels condemned drinking without moderation, even the former Seraph's peer group had started to become a little more liberal with their drinking habits.
And so, following the orders of their new Seraph, the angels in the room rose once more, before emptying the throne room to be led towards the ballroom where festivities would take place for the night. This left only Peirce, his mother, and the demon nobility.

"I'm so proud of you," the former Seraph smiled, though there were no actions to accompany her words. Such affections could be experienced when alone. For now, they had to remain formal.
"I know mother," Peirce chuckled, standing once more and folding his wings neatly against his back. Whilst they would be joining the celebration in the main ballroom, Peirce's first order of business was to mingle with the demons he would be interacting with them plenty during his reign. Especially once Jake came to power.

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