Demonborn

I opened my eyes to a pink canopy bed and a room with pink walls. Red and white furniture in the room. The place was unfamiliar to me, hell, I was unfamiliar to me. I stood up and walked over to a mirror in the corner and finally got a good look at myself. Brown hair cascaded down my back and melded into my curves. Blue eyes reflected back at me. My body was well built and muscular, yet feminine and soft too.

A knock came at the door and had me jump almost completely out of my skin.

"Miss? Are you awake, young miss?" I heard as a woman walked into my room and spotted me. "There you are, young miss. It's time to get you ready for today. You can't be late!"

I nodded then paused. "Late for what exactly?"

She sighed and pulled out a beautiful scarlet red dress, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bed, stripping me of my clothes in just a second before helping me slip into the dress. It was truly beautiful, it hugged my curves perfectly and made my breasts pop out and look fuller. It flared out at the waist like a princess dress. The shoes were a wedge that was red and added a few inches to my height. She then pulled me over to the vanity and st me down in the chair, starting with me hair before answering.

"You have to meet your father, young miss. He's been asking about you and sent me to get you ready to meet him and the other rulers."

"Other rulers? Like kings and queens?"

The lady giggled at that and added a few last pins to my hair before starting on my makeup. My hair was braided and wrapped around my head in a spiral fashion.

"No, young miss. You'll see when we get there."

The makeup was light on my face and accented my features nicely. My lips were painted a scarlet color to match the dress. She quickly helped me stand up and lead me out of the room and down a few halls and a set of stairs before stopping in a large ballroom. I saw a group of men with bright wings protruding from their backs. One caught my eyes, he had brown hair and blue eyes that matched mine. He was taller and perked up when he saw me. He had black feathered wings instead of the white ones like everyone else had.

"Rosalina, I'm so glad you could join us, dear," he said, wrapping me in a hug as everyone in the room stopped to stare at us. He pulled back and dimples appeared on his cheeks. "I'm you're father, Rosalina. My name is Michael."

I nodded and figured the name must have been my own if that's what he was calling me. "If you don't mind me asking, where are we?"

He let out a laugh then and smiled down at me. "I was warned you had some amnesia. We're in heaven and we are archangels, and you, my dear, are my heiress."