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Dicentra · Sunday at 6:45 PM

Vilina Tremayne

The Animal Whisperer

The Palace Ballroom

In all honesty, she had half expected the Duke to reject her offer for a dance. After all, how many girls had he likely turned down just on his way to speak with the prince? A handsome bachelor like him must have been inundated with offers, each one dismissed with effortless charm. So why had he accepted hers? The question lingered. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sting as she mentally chastised herself. She had walked right into this situation, forsaking her better judgment in a fleeting moment of boldness.

Now, with his hand extended and his golden eyes fixed on her, she couldn’t back out - not without looking foolish. What was his game? And worse, why did she feel like a pawn in it?

At this point, the only thing saving her was her body’s muscle memory - a reluctant gift from years of her mother forcing her to practice dances for invitations that rarely came. Her hand rested lightly in his, her steps guided by his confident lead. Her movements were smooth, graceful even, but only because her body knew what to do better than her mind did in the moment.

With every turn, her eyes darted around, scanning the room for an escape. With every whisk, she silently prayed for some divine intervention to pluck her out of the predicament she had, admittedly, caused herself. Surely, if she’d been granted a second chance at life, they could’ve also thrown in teleportation or invisibility - something, anything, to get her out of this mess.

People always say to keep friends close and enemies closer, but surely they didn’t mean hand-in-hand, dancing through a crowded ballroom. And they definitely didn’t mean strolling through his estate’s flower garden together. Vilina had only offered the dance as a means of distraction, a ploy to keep him from speaking too much. Who even talks during a waltz? In her memories, they were usually silent affairs. Of course, now that she thought about it, perhaps the other men she’d danced with had been more inclined toward silence because of the rumors.

Yes, the rumors. Those rumors.

Apparently, her frequent trips into the forest with Mishka hadn’t gone unnoticed. A noblewoman visiting a bear one too many times wasn’t exactly the picture of propriety. It didn’t take long for the whispers to start, murmurs that she wasn’t just fond of nature but that she kept a pet bear.

The thought made her stifle a groan as she tried to focus on the present - on the Duke’s ever watchful eyes and the way his words flowed too smoothly, like he was carefully measuring every syllable. She had too much to think about, and frankly, not nearly enough brain power to iron out the crinkles in her head. Distracted by her own swirling thoughts, she didn’t even notice the change in the advisor’s tone until his sudden boldness pulled her back to reality. Love?

In her shock, she missed a step, her heel coming down squarely onto his foot with an audible stomp. She felt the impact through her shoe, but her mind was too boggled by his words to register much else. Her lips parted slightly, not to apologize, but to form some sort of response - though none came. And truthfully, she wasn’t even sure if she would’ve apologized. Her brow furrowed as she blinked up at him, her mind grinding to a halt. What did he just say?

Before she could process it, her body was twirled outward with one graceful sweep of his arm, the motion leaving her momentarily disoriented. As she spun back toward him, the music swelled, drowning out her already fragmented thoughts. Surely, she wasn’t hearing correctly.

Reality was cruel. No matter how prepared she thought she was, it always struck harder, deeper, and more unexpectedly than she could brace for. She’d told herself she was ready, that she’d steeled herself for whatever this world might throw at her. But each word he spoke, each step she took, felt like slipping further into an ocean of doubt. She was sinking, the surface a distant shimmer she could no longer reach.

She hadn’t introduced herself, hoping anonymity would shield her. Yet, when he whispered her name - softly, intimately - it sent chills down her spine. The utterance was as unsettling as it was deliberate, as though he were peeling back the veil she’d so carefully draped over herself.

How did he know? And, more importantly, what else did he know?

He was far more clever than she could’ve anticipated - every attempt she made to conceal her intentions or put distance between them, he trampled over effortlessly. He was a powerful enemy. But potentially, an even more powerful ally. The thought was as tempting as it was dangerous.

Even in a game of chess, a pawn could ascend to a queen, and the king could find himself reprimanded by the most unassuming piece on the board. His offer tarried in Vilina’s mind as the music slowed, the song drawing near its conclusion. With a subtle tug on his arm, she pulled him close; closer than the other pairs still gliding across the floor.

She leaned in, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. “On one condition."

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her smile brimming into a grin sharp. Maybe, just maybe, she could save herself yet.

“But let us discuss on another date. I expect an invitation in the mail." With that, she stepped away as the final note of the waltz faded into silence, leaving him with her words - and her challenge - lingering in the air.

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Virgil Parlton

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Virgil gave Adelaide a discerning look, scanning her for lingering signs of fatigue. Emotionally, she seemed to be in good spirits which would be enough for him to hold his tongue.

He disallowed his muscles from tensing when Adelaide asked whether or not she ought to lead the dance that he'd neglected. From across the room he could see the King and Queen gazing with hidden impatience.

For those unfamiliar with his parents, they'd assume his mother was looking with interest but Virgil learned very early that her left raised brow denoted indignation and her half-parted lips gating a thousand insults. Right beside her was his father with eyes that could cut diamonds. There was neither happiness nor displeasure, but rather a question: are you deferring your brother control of the room? No, he came to her specifically because they needed to keep up appearances; being named the heir of the kingdom didn't mean he could sit idly.

"Yes, of course Lady Adelaide."

Virgil nodded and took her hand.

"It would be remiss of me to miss a dance with you."

The two left their seats, drawing the prying eyes of the public. Above them, the fairy lights seemed to brighten as if guiding their path to the center of the dance floor. Virgil wrapped his arm around her back, taking the lead right as the next song started. Just as with swordplay, the crown prince practiced the waltz more times than he could remember. Each step was a measured movement and turn, a parry to his partner's ~~attempt to step on him~~ response.

With a better partner he would have enjoyed consuming the dance floor, but this ball was not a competition. This was a showcase of Parlton's next generation: Virgil and Adelaide, Sirius and Lacia, and all the other nobles looking for a partner. This was him showing the King and Queen he was fit to be the face of the kingdom. He kept his eyes on Adelaide, cautious for any missteps.

"Lean on me if you feel yourself growing unsteady, Lady Adelaide."

Virgil whispered before twirling her around,

"I'd hate to see you fall."

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houseplant · Monday at 12:09 AM

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"What was that?"

The Goddess and The Demon Princess were the first too notice, their magic being the most sensitive towards darkness. It started with dark tendrils slowly drifting through the cracks in the closed ballroom door, invisible to the naked eye, before the door was burst open frame shattering with the impact. Guards lay strewn across the ground behind them as demons started too pour through the door.

It wasn't an army, maybe only twenty or so, but for a bunch of unarmed civilians with no magic, it felt like hundreds. They were lesser demons, powerful enough too take down trained guards, but none of the strongest soldiers the demon had among them.

Screams tore through the ballroom, The General's powerful voice ringing among them barking orders towards his guard. With no weapons being allowed in the ballroom, the group was at a loss.

This was the start of something new for our girls, this hadn't been apart of the original game. It had just ended up with our main heroine meeting the boys, not a blood bath. It was starting too be more apparent to the girls that the story was starting too change, especially due to the fact that Maria Woodcrest was nowhere too be found.

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houseplant · Monday at 12:10 AM

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Before Lacia could receive an answer to her compliment, a sudden shudder coursed down her spine. Her gaze immediately shot to the grand doors of the ballroom, her expression hardening in an instant. The once warm and festive ball now buzzed with a strange, growing unease that felt like the pins and needles of numbness. From beneath the thick, solid oak doors, tendrils of dark mist began to coil and writhe like serpentine fingers, searching for something…anything…to latch onto. The temperature in the room plummeted, the very air thick with an ominous chill. In the span of a heartbeat, everything shifted. One moment, the evening had felt almost dreamlike; the next, it was consumed by chaos.

“Oh fuc—”

Lacia’s curse was cut off by a sharp, terrifying sound of an explosion shattering the air with the force of a bomb going off. The door splintered into jagged shards of pieces large and small; even the marble floors bore spiderwebs of destruction. Screams of panic erupted in unison, mingling with the deafening roar of their new hellish guests.

Lacia’s gaze flickered beyond the wreckage. She saw the crumpled bodies of guards strewn across the floor, the remnants of their valiant but futile defense against the oncoming assault. The attackers— demons…emerged from the shadows, their forms massive and twisted, yet unrelenting.

"I guess that’ll be a ‘no’ on the dance then,"

the Demoness muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with disdain as she turned to Sirius, the Second Prince.

"I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I would strongly suggest you evacuate as many of the guests as possible.”

Her gaze locked with his and in that fleeting moment, all semblance of warmth vanished. The tentative bridge between them evaporated, replaced with a hardened resolve to get to work. In her rose-hued eyes flickered something deeper— something primal. Fear…but not the kind most would expect. Lacia did not fear for her own life, nor for the demons who now prowled the ballroom. No, her fear was of something far more insidious that was likely brewing with each passing second: the consequences, the aftermath of this madness. There would no doubt be trouble coming her way but she could not afford to dwell on that now while lives were at stake.

"Good luck."

Without another word, Lacia turned her back on him, her purple hair fluttering in the sharpness of her movement, and strode toward the center of the room, her every step exuding a silent power that seemed to draw the very shadows toward her.

Her arms rose, hands outstretched, palms facing outward, and the air seemed to pulse with anticipation. The dark realm was her domain— her mastery over shadow, over the unseen, had been forged through centuries of blood and power before she was even born. Lacia was made to rule over that which played upon the nerves…unsettling anyone who dwelled just a little too long within it. Every patch of darkness in the room— every forgotten corner, every flicker of shade— responded to her command. The shadows writhed and shivered as if alive, twisting and rippling, drawn to her like moths to a flame.

In a single, fluid motion, the darkness coalesced around her, forming a shroud of living smoke. It curled and undulated around her form, a swirling fog that billowed out like the breath of some great, ancient beast.

"Arcaelus,"

Lacia intoned, her voice low and commanding, yet tinged with an undeniable power.

"Protect the King and Queen."

Her words were barely finished before a portal of black and blue spiraled open behind the royal thrones. The air seemed to bend and hum with ancient magic as a haunting, otherworldly sound echoed from the rift— like the thunderous gallop of a mighty beast. From the swirling vortex emerged a creature of nightmare: a massive, obsidian-black horse with wings that gleamed like polished onyx, feathers as dark as a midnight raven, and eyes that burned with an infernal red glow. A single, spiraling horn crowned its brow and as it stomped onto the ballroom floor, the sound of its hooves striking stone rang out like the tolling of doom itself. The unicorn spread its vast, glimmering wings, and positioned itself before the King and Queen as if to shield them from the very forces of hell. A plume of dark smoke escaped its nostrils and its eyes blazed with an undeniable fire from within— it was ready to obey, to protect, to destroy.

Above Lacia’s head, two curling wisps of smoke gathered and began to twist, shaping themselves into wickedly sharp horns that curved back like those of a demon Lord. Her eyes glowed with a molten intensity, their rose hue now alight with the power she wielded. She did not know the reason behind this sudden invasion or the purpose of the demon’s involvement, but one thing was certain: she would not rest until she had uncovered the truth. She would find their master.

Arms still raised, Lacia brought them slowly down to her sides, closing her fists with deliberate precision. The very air seemed to thrum with the pressure of her growing power.

“I am L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ǎ̴̯̀͠c̵̛̥͊i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǎ̴̯̀͠ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅǎ̴̯̀͠r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ǎ̴̯̀͠x̵̢̝̹̘͖͖̜̩̝͗̽́̑͗͋i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǎ̴̯̀͠…and you will k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ before me.”

Her voice did not simply reach the ears of those present— it shook the very atmosphere. To any human, the words would have been no more than an inaudible whisper, but to those with even a drop of supernatural essence, her words were a commanding force of nature. They resonated through the bones and souls of all who could hear it, a rumbling that seemed to shake the foundations of the world itself. Her True Voice, the very essence of her dominance, rang through the room, echoing with an authority so immense it felt as though the heavens themselves would bow before her. To the demons, her words were not a plea or a command— they were the irrevocable decree of a ruler...of the Princess of Hell.

"Your Princess d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ǎ̴̯̀͠ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅ it."

The air seemed to quiver with the weight of her power and in an instant, some of the demons fell to their knees in submission, weapons dropped to the floor. Others, however, did not relent so easily. Their eyes burned with fury, their forms contorting with defiance as their master’s hold over them remained intact. Lacia was not one to be challenged by denizens of her True Domain— her eyes never wavered as she locked onto those who dared to resist.

They would kneel. They would bow. Or they would be crushed and their master’s plan foiled.

Lacia would make sure of it.

BloopNoodle · Monday at 5:42 PM

Calliope Salacia
The Mermaid

There was a palpable silence as he makes that statement, a slight blush creeping up her neck. She then breaks out into a small fit of laughter, the liquid going back into the glass. “Oh, I don’t doubt a night in the sea would be far more interesting than this. But it’s required of me as Lord Salacia’s daughter, and-“

She doesn’t finish her sentence, as theres a loud ‘boom’ and a piece of the grand doors frame flies over the terrace next to them. Calliope jumps a mile high, knocking her glass over the terrace before looking to Marinus. “I retract my earlier statement.” Before she’s pushing through the doors into the grand ballroom. It’s absolute havoc. The dressed up guests are panicking, cowering behind tables or running behind columns, all to get away from the terrifying demons before them. Their twisting, dark forms remind her of watching a whale-fall, where all manner of dark creatures come out to play.

“What the hell?” It’s an exclamation and a question as she looks to the crowd. Lacia, she sees, has already reacted. Her stallion guards the queen and king, not that this surprises her. Lacia will likely get blamed for this. However, Adelaide and Virgil already seem to be fighting together, with Adelaide looking like Rapunzel wielding a kitchen tool for a weapon.

A scream echo’s to her left, and Calliope turns to see a demon approaching the mother and daughter that gave such a pang to her heart not even an hour ago. Her heart slams in her chest, chest tightening at the thought of the creature hurting them. She reacts on instinct alone; Calliope’s instincts. Spotting the first liquid she could (A rather large bowl of pink punch), and bending it towards the creature. As it reaches for the women, Calliope slices it’s hand, causing the creature to howl in shock.

Before either can react further, Lacia’s voice shakes the room. Calliopes blood runs cold as ice, her head turning to the demon princess. Wow. She was not happy. The woman’s eyes were violent towards the demons, ordering them to stop or face the consequences. Suddenly, something pings in Emily’s brain. This… wasn’t supposed to happen yet. This was the day the protagonist was meant to attend the ball, and begin her journey. There were no demons yet… what was happening?

Steve Jobs · 2024-12-24T19:20:40-0500

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Virgil Parlton

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Virgil acted before he spoke. The moment he heard Adelaide's words, he pulled her to his chest and scanned the room for the source of the billowy tendrils. Was it dark magic? A demon? He glanced towards Lacia, an inkling of suspicion forming beneath the surface. Are they a part of your horde? he wanted to ask until the doors broke open. Demons flooded the ballroom, breaking furniture, blocking exits, and ravaging every human they could find. Even those with battle experience were shaking, most focused on fleeing rather than defending. He barely noticed the glow of Adelaide's magic upon his chest, far too busy with getting the attention of his guards.

"Mobilize the remaining knights, I want you to evacuate all citizens to the throne room and lock the doors. Berthold, find Marinus and have him rally the navy."

Virgil commanded to towards those to closest to him.

"Lady Adelaide, we should get you to safety."

"You stab, I blind. Got it?"

Reflexively, he brushed her hand away but quickly closed his eyes when he heard her words. Claws scraped against the floor as the light faded from the slits between her fingers and his jewel shined once more.

In the years they'd spent together he rarely saw her fight; all of her experience was in the archery range--swinging so powerfully should have been beyond the capabilities of her small frame. Where had she been hiding this strength all these years? Why had she never told him?

Virgil ducked away from her, creating a blade made of ice and swiveled towards the staggering monster she blinded. A single slash brought it to its knees while the other cleaved the beast in half. He turned to Adelaide, giving her a nod.

"Please, be careful."

He dashed on top of the nearest table before raising his free hand. Ice coalesced behind him, forming a ring of javelins behind his back. Between the shimmering from Adelaide's enchantment and his glistening ice, light refracted in every direction and drew the attention of those not already engaged in combat.

"Parltons, do not let monsters overtake your hearts with fear. If you can use your feet then rescue your neighbor. If you can pick up a weapon defend your neighbor, If you can fight, then fight for our kingdom!"

Shattering with a shrill KSHHK, icicles flew across the ballroom and embedded themselves into any demon unlucky enough to glance in his direction.

"For Parlton!" Fear turned to fervor in the wake of his words with citizens scrambling for improvised weaponry.

Would it be enough? He shook his head as he lengthened his blade with the half-finished wine on the table. Everyone's mixed levels of training skewed them closer to a levy than an infantry as most noblemen's experiences consisted of recreational training or part-time military service. Many of the remaining attendees would die, but at least they'll die with honor--or so he told himself.

The best strategy would be having Marinus dispatch more soldiers while Adelaide, and his brother contained the invasion. But where was he? Virgil searched the area for billowing flames, relieved that he hadn't ~~yet~~ torched the venue. Where Virgil was a scalpel, Sirius was a scythe. Without any shackles he could raze entire fields; however, in an area with so many humans to avoid, his restraint hampered his defenses.

Virgil hopped off the table and ran towards Sirius, impaling an oncoming demon.

"You're losing your touch, brother,"

Virgil shouted towards the pyromancer.

"a year ago you would have turned him to ash."

Unfortunately Virgil wasn't without his own blind spot, unaware of a lesser demon descending upon him.

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houseplant · 2024-12-25T00:29:09-0500

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At Lacia's bellow, she froze hands clutching the now bent tray in her hands. The second demon lay at her feet, and the sight of him was enough too make her feel sick but she didn't have time too think about it. She had barely even noticed Virgil had run off, her eyes quickly scanning for her brother. Noah pushed through the crowd of nobles, rushing towards her side unaware of the looming presence behind him in his haste.

"Noah, move!"

She shouted, rushing forward and grabbing an unused wine glass as she ran. Noah quickly dodged too the side and she slammed the glass against the demon's cheek. It roared, large claws rearing back ready too strike. Though, the demon froze seconds after, pain still blooming in her side. It was a stabbing pain, some of the worst she had ever felt and oddly... cold? She hadn't been paying any attention too Virgil and his decree, nor had she thought about the icicles now raining down upon the demons. It had seemed like the one now fully embedded in her side was meant for the demon in front of her, and even it looked a bit surprised at the friendly fire that had appeared on the ballroom floor.

"Adelaide?" Noah shouted over the screams around her, rushing forward but she thrust a hand out stopping him in his tracks. The demon advanced on them once again, the confusion turning into rage again as he swung his claws. Adelaide barely managed too dodge, hand reaching for the icicle now poking from her side. Her eyes were starting too blur, and the lights around her seemed too start drifting towards her desperate too keep herself standing for a bit longer so she could keep her brother safe. Noah had grabbed her discard tray, bashing the demon across the face. The demon reared towards him and it bought her enough time too grip the icicle hard, the cold making her hands burn as she ripped it from her side.

"You probably should've left that in-" Adelaide drowned out her brother's voice. Despite the pain she could feel a small warmth, her healing magic starting its work on the deep wound but she didn't have time too give it a full chance. With the demon's back turned, she thrust the icicle into it's back as hard as she could despite the tremble in her hands from the cold. The demon howled in pain before falling in a heap at their feet. Adelaide glanced down, her dress now stained with blood, partially her own and partially the demons she had fought. Her mother was so going too kill her if she made out of this alive. She dropped the icicle too the ground, chest heaving as she fell too her knees beside the demon.

"Go find.. Lady Lacia, she will protect everyone."

She could faintly hear her brother's voice yelling her name before everything went black.

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Nano · 2024-12-25T06:20:20-0500

Alder Llewyn

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The silver-haired wolf revealed a small glimpse of her sharpened fangs, passive and aloof but not without the threat of a bite. Simply by nature of being the initiator, he’d revealed that there was something he desired of her, leaving room for negotiation. Things would go his way, but on her terms, she almost seemed to say. As for whether her “condition” was a mere pawn’s bravado or the challenge of a worthy opponent attempting to even out the playing field, he could only anticipate her opening move on their next meeting. Like an elusive vernal breeze, she slipped from his grasp, leaving only the traces of the warm breath that had brushed past the shell of his ear. And the sting of a bruised foot. Finally released from their tense waltz of manufactured harmony, Alder gingerly flexed the toes of his right foot to check that nothing was broken. He nearly muttered a curse under his breath but managed to keep his mask steady, forlorn and following the trail of his “beloved” with an expectant gaze. Given how hard she’d twisted her heel into his shoe, however, that simple task became more difficult than usual. Had it not been for the clear astonishment his proposal had drawn out from her, he would’ve easily believed the noblewoman held a personal vendetta against him. The loud crack of heavy wood splintering under a large force ripped Alder’s attention away from the receding back of Vilina. What followed the previous waltz wasn’t a lively minuet but a deadly march of a score of demons intent on tearing through whoever stood in their way. Screams echoed the din of tables and trays of food being thrown about, and all semblance of order quickly collapsed. A flash of heat touched the side of his cheek, and Alder bit his tongue to hold back another swear as he witnessed a poorly aimed bolt of flame fly past a demon and nearly nail one of the servants attempting to scurry away from danger. When he turned his head, however, the culprit was a lowly Baron he vaguely recognized instead of the reckless second prince of Parlton. Sparing no time for propriety, he snatched up the man’s wrist in a vice grip and hissed.

“Escape to the throne room with the others.”

The amalgam of fear and inebriation made for a dangerous combination, whether it be the civilians stumbling their way through the panicked crowd or those doing more harm and good by attempting to fight when they didn’t know how. Of those trained in martial arts or in possession of magic, how many were able bodied and of a resilient enough mind to lend their aid? Though Alder knew he should be asking himself that question. Fighting to regain his composure past his dry throat and palms stiffened from the cold touch of fear, he briskly tracked down the tall blonde barking orders to his men.

“General Delmar,”

Alder said, tone brusque and lacking any traces of his inner turmoil. Furtively but as thoroughly as he could from four meters away, the blonde searched for traces of inebriation in the general’s face and actions. Before he could approach the man, one of the demonic beings in the room let out a shout as it charged in their direction. Its guttural roar shook the air and rattled his bones, triggering Alder to wildly look about the room for something. Anything, so long as it was subtle enough that no one could prove it was his doing but large enough to make an impact. As the ringing in Alder’s ears died down, he heard a creak from above. Without another thought, he gave the object in his peripheral a sharp twist with his magic. Crystals swayed hypnotically as the golden chandelier trembled, and metal groaned before snapping with a sudden twang. Just as the blonde made a move as if he were prepared to jump out of the demon’s way, the metal chain above broke away from the base of the chandelier affixed to the ceiling. Gravity pulled the large lighting fixture away from its original position, crashing down upon the incoming demon as it passed underneath the falling object’s path. Glass shattered, followed by the cacophony of crystals noisily clinking against metal and the dull thump of the demon’s body being crushed against polished marble. Instinctively, Alder’s mind began to calculate the approximate cost of the commissioning and installation of the brand new chandelier, but he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to cry over the national budget. With a flick of a finger, four of the knives messily strewn across the floor shakily floated from the ground and into his awaiting hand. Their edges were blunt and made for poor weapons, but they would make do. It would be enough to aim for an eye or two while remaining in compliance with the handful of omissions he’d made regarding how his magic worked.

“The King and Queen have been secured,”

Alder finally informed General Delmar.

“How many guards were stationed along the castle’s perimeter?”

How long would they need to hold out for? Should he retreat and stay out of the way or lend his aid? He just hoped that their nearest resources were enough reinforcement to make it through this ordeal. Given no complications, he estimated that it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. However, the question was, was this the only force the demons had sent? What of the city? Alder whipped a concerned gaze in a familiar direction. What of Lady Vilina?

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