A Princess, from the First Level of Hell by Rae Iolene

A Princess, from the First Level of Hell

My inner voice is my worst critic. If I could empath myself, I would.

Succubus, energy-eater, emotion manipulator. 

I have many names, you see . . .

My father didn’t categorize daemons by skill.

He labeled us by usefulness like some sort of puppeteer. 

I’m royal-born, a crowned princess cast away due to possessing the least

amount of strength required to rule the First Level of Hell. 

What’s a girl (I mean, enchantress) supposed to do?

. . . Escape to the human world, of course. 

I leave through the cave between worlds. The crossing only I know about. No

one ever sees me leave. No one even knows I exist . . . 

xx. Rae Iolene 

30 April 2026