As crimson clouds filled the sky, casting an ominous glow over the Nether, a magnificent castle stood atop the realm’s highest peak, its towers piercing through the sky like jagged fangs. The dark stone walls glistened under the blood-red horizon, an eerie beauty hanging over the demonic landscape.

Racing through the castle’s grand halls, a demon with raven-black hair, standing at 5'8", moved with urgency. His name was Sapnap, the second-in-command, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors as he neared the throne room. Sweat dripped from his brow as he pushed open the massive, ornate doors with a loud creak, revealing the chamber beyond.

"Sir! XD is here to see you!" Sapnap panted, his voice strained from the rush.

Seated on a grand throne at the room’s center was a demon, an imposing figure who wore a mask with a perpetual smile. His dirty blonde hair spilled over the edges of the mask, and beneath it, his sharp green eyes gleamed with a cunning light. This was Dream, the demon lord, dressed in fine, tailored attire that contrasted with the dark, foreboding atmosphere around him. His presence commanded both fear and respect.

Dream’s voice was calm, almost amused. "Let him in."

As soon as the words left his lips, a god-like figure materialized in the room. This being, too, wore a mask, but unlike Dream’s, his bore the cryptic letters ‘XD’. The air around him shimmered with divine power.

"Ah, Dream... it’s a pleasure to meet you again," XD said smoothly, his voice carrying an unsettling calm. "A little birdie told me your birthday is coming up soon... I thought I’d bring you an early gift."

Dream leaned back on his throne, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What is it this time? A spellbook, a necklace, perhaps a wand? Or maybe another useless painting?"

The god’s lips curled beneath his mask. "I hear you have a certain... fondness for angels. Particularly one in my possession—George, my most beautiful creation."

With a flourish, XD produced a small, sleeping figure from thin air. It was an angel, his gentle face framed by soft brown hair. He was serene, as though untouched by the darkness around him.

Dream's breath hitched as he gazed at the angel, instantly recognizing him. George.

Without hesitation, Dream strode forward and took the angel into his arms, cradling him as if holding something fragile. His voice softened, a rare tenderness creeping into his words. "My... he’s even more beautiful in person than in the pictures."

0-0 Time Skip 0-0

**George’s POV:**

George awoke slowly, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of a room that looked like something out of a dream. The ceiling seemed to stretch infinitely into the sky, and the walls were painted in soft hues of white and blue, as if the heavens themselves had been captured within four walls. Everything felt ethereal, but strange. Panic began to rise in his chest as he realized he didn’t know where he was or how he’d gotten here.

His heart pounded in his ears, and as his eyes darted around the room, they fell on a pair of glowing green eyes staring at him from the shadows.

"My angel... you're awake," came a low, smooth voice from the darkness. George flinched, his breath hitching. The figure stepped forward, revealing Dream, his mask casting an unsettling contrast to the gentle way he spoke. "How was your slumber, my dear?"

Fear gripped George. He scrambled off the bed, his movements frantic as he threw himself to the floor and hid underneath it, trembling.

Dream's expression faltered, a look of concern flashing across his features as he approached the bed. He knelt down, peering underneath to see George huddled there, sobbing.

"My beautiful angel, what’s wrong?" Dream asked, his voice softer now, filled with genuine worry. He reached beneath the bed and gently pulled George out, cradling him in his arms as he sat back on the bed. "Shh, it’s alright... don’t cry."

George’s sobs quieted, but his eyes were still wide with fear. "W...who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling as he stared up at the demon holding him.

Dream chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I am Dream, and your god, XD, has gifted you to me," he explained, his fingers weaving through George’s soft brown hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

George’s eyes widened further, panic threatening to overtake him again. "What!?" he cried out, but then immediately recoiled. "S-sorry... I didn’t mean to yell."

Dream only chuckled again, a cold smile playing beneath his mask. "Oh, my darling angel... we’re going to have so much fun together."

The words sent a shiver down George’s spine, but there was nowhere for him to go, nothing he could do but tremble in Dream’s arms. His tears began to slow, though, as Dream’s touch—however frightening—was strangely comforting.

"Come now, love," Dream murmured, wiping away the last of George’s tears with his thumb. "Why don’t you go pick out something to wear from the closet? Those white robes must be uncomfortable."

George hesitated but eventually nodded. The robes XD had dressed him in were stiff and unfamiliar, making him feel even more out of place. Slowly, he climbed off Dream’s lap and made his way to the ornate closet, rifling through the clothes until he found a simple outfit—black jeans, a button-up shirt, and a soft gray jacket. He slipped them on, catching his reflection in the mirror.

"You look spectacular," Dream's voice purred from behind him. George jumped, startled by how silently the demon had approached.

Standing at 6'7", Dream towered over George, who was only 5'2". The height difference made George feel even smaller, more vulnerable. Dream effortlessly scooped him up and carried him over to a plush couch in the corner of the room, sitting him down with care.

"Now that you're under my care," Dream began, his tone smooth but commanding, "I’ll be marking you, so everyone knows you belong to me."

George’s eyes widened again as Dream produced a delicate pearl necklace. "Pearls are worn by angels who have been claimed by high-ranking demons," Dream explained, fastening the necklace around George’s neck with a soft click. Then, he took George’s hand and slipped a golden ring onto his finger, engraved with the words ‘Dreamer's Only.’

George looked down at the ring, his heart racing. He knew there was no defying Dream’s will.

And as Dream gazed at his new possession, his thoughts were dark, full of plans for the angel now bound to him.

George sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the pearl necklace and the ring around his finger. They were delicate but heavy with meaning, a physical reminder of his newfound captivity. He tried to calm his racing heart, but the reality of his situation was suffocating. Dream, still looming over him, observed the angel with an unreadable expression, his green eyes glowing beneath the mask.

Dream’s voice cut through the silence. “You should consider yourself lucky, George. Many would kill for a place at my side.”

George’s stomach churned. Lucky? He felt anything but. Everything about this place was alien and dangerous, and the demon’s commanding presence made it clear he had little say in his fate.

“Why me?” George whispered, almost to himself, his voice barely audible. “Why did XD choose me?”

Dream chuckled softly, sitting beside George, his large frame sinking into the couch. “Why not you? You’re exquisite, perfect in every way,” he said, his hand lightly grazing George’s cheek. The angel flinched at the touch, but Dream didn’t pull back. Instead, his fingers trailed down to George’s chin, gently tilting his face up to meet his gaze. “And you belong to me now. That’s all that matters.”

George’s breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and confusion swirling inside him. He didn’t understand why he was here or what Dream wanted from him, but the demon's words left little room for hope. Still, a small voice in his mind screamed for freedom, for a way out of this nightmare.

Dream’s eyes softened slightly as he observed the fear in George’s eyes. He leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur. “You’re scared. I can see it. But you’ll learn to enjoy your new life. In time, you’ll see.”

George shook his head, tears welling up again. “I don’t want this,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I want to go home.”

Dream’s expression hardened for a moment, but then he sighed, brushing a strand of George’s hair away from his face. “Home? There is no home for you anymore, George. This is your home now,” he said softly, though his words held an undeniable finality.

Before George could respond, there was a knock on the door. Dream’s eyes flicked toward it, a slight annoyance crossing his features. “Enter,” he commanded, his voice sharp.

The door creaked open, and Sapnap appeared, his eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on George. His expression was unreadable, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes—pity, perhaps?

“Lord Dream,” Sapnap said with a bow, “there’s news from the lower realm. The council requests your immediate attention.”

Dream frowned, standing up with a sigh. He glanced down at George, who was still sitting on the couch, looking small and fragile. “Stay here, my angel,” he said, his tone softer than before. “I’ll return shortly. Don’t try to run. There’s nowhere you can go.”

With that, Dream swept out of the room, Sapnap following closely behind him. The door clicked shut, leaving George alone in the oppressive silence.

For a moment, George remained frozen, his mind racing. The fear that had been simmering beneath the surface was now boiling over. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t be trapped forever. There had to be a way out, some way to escape before Dream returned.

His eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that might help him. The window! It was high up, but if he could climb, maybe—just maybe—he could find his way out of this castle, away from Dream’s grasp.

Gathering his courage, George stood and ran to the window. He pushed it open, the cool air of the Nether rushing in. He hesitated only for a second before pulling himself up onto the ledge. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked down—it was a long drop. But it was better than staying here.

With a deep breath, George began to climb down, his hands trembling as they gripped the jagged stone of the castle’s outer wall. His legs shook, but he kept moving, inch by inch, down toward the ground below.

Suddenly, a voice rang out behind him, sharp and filled with anger. “What do you think you’re doing, angel?”

George’s heart dropped. He turned his head slightly, his breath catching as he saw Dream standing at the window, his eyes burning with fury.

Without hesitation, Dream leapt from the window, his wings—dark and massive—unfurling as he swooped down, catching George effortlessly in his arms before the angel could even scream.

Dream’s grip was tight as he flew them back to the window, his expression cold and furious. He landed in the room and set George down roughly, his voice low and dangerous. “I warned you, George. There’s no escaping me.”

George trembled, his eyes wide with terror. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Dream’s gaze softened just a fraction, though his anger was still evident. He knelt down in front of George, his hand cupping the angel’s face once more. “I don’t want to hurt you, my angel,” he said softly. “But if you try to run again... I won’t be so forgiving.”

Tears spilled from George’s eyes as he nodded, the weight of his captivity crushing him.

Dream stood, his expression unreadable once again. “Now,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “let’s get you cleaned up. You’ve had quite the fall.”

And as Dream gently led George toward the bath, the angel’s heart sank deeper into despair, knowing there was no way out of this dark, twisted kingdom.
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Ok hi!! This is my first book! So this world is In a Minecraft like universe so XD is a narcissist god who sell/trade angels