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Fantasy Ostyae: The Six Kingdoms Of Sin




The sunlight pierced through the velvet curtains of Avalon's lavish room at the crack of dawn. Her piercing golden eyes fluttered open just as she heard a series of urgent, rapid knocks on her door. She hastily stood up from her bed and closed the distance between herself and the grand, wooden door. Avalon swung the door open to find Lani, her human caretaker, waiting impatiently. "Good morning, Your Highness," she greeted respectfully. "King Eros and Queen Venus request your presence in their chambers immediately," she told her.


Avalon nodded, wondering what was so urgent the day before their departure for the National Summit.
"Thank you, Lani. I'll be there soon," she replied, turning back into her room and closing the door behind her. She quickly changed out of her pajamas and ran a brush through her light red-brown hair several times until it flowed elegantly down her back. Lining her lips with dark red lipstick, she exited her bedroom and made her way down the corridor towards her parents' chambers.


She knocked on the extravagant, golden doors and the door swung open almost immediately. Prince Atticus smiled when he saw her and motioned for her to come in. Avalon saw her father and mother sitting on the maroon, velvet couches in their room with parchments spread out all over the ebony table.
"What's going on?" she asked, taking a seat next to her brother on the couch across from their parents. Her piercing gaze skimmed over the papers spread out on the table before them, as well as the worried looks on her parents' faces.


King Eros leaned back against the couch and looked into his children's eyes.
"I received news from the Scouts this morning," he began. "There have been reports of a band of Incubi mercenaries wrecking havoc amongst the weaker villages in the outer regions of Western Aizen. The death count is increasing by the day," he explained, the crease in his eyebrows growing more distinct.


"What is the reason for this?" her brother immediately asked, his similar golden eyes wide with dread.


"A concrete explanation has yet to be formed," Queen Venus answered, concern in her voice. "I have decided to personally make the trip to the outer regions to investigate this matter myself," she continued. "Your father offered to go himself, but with the National Summit coming up, we cannot appear weak. The King of Aizen must be present," she said, turning to look at her husband.


"Mother..." Avalon spoke up. "Are you sure you want to go yourself? Why can't you send another patrol to take care of it?" she asked. Although she knew that her mother was one of the best Succubi warriors in the land, Avalon was still worried for her safety.


"You will understand one day when you become a Ruler yourself--" she started to say, only to be cut off by Avalon.


"I don't want to become Queen, Mother," she interrupted for the hundredth time.


"If you become a Ruler yourself," the Queen corrected herself with a sigh. "A good Queen needs to have a presence in her Kingdom. And she can't do that without personally carrying out important tasks once in a while, especially ones that involve meeting with the masses. Just like how a brave commander does not hide behind his soldiers on the battlefield, but rather he is in the frontline, leading the charge himself. Likewise, a fit Queen should not hide in her castle whenever a problem arises and resort to her soldiers to handle any issues. You will gain the respect of your people much more productively if you have the decency to be where they are," she concluded her speech.


"That was quite insightful," Atticus replied politely.


Avalon had zoned out halfway through another one of her mother's lectures but snapped back to reality when her brother spoke up.
"Going back to the task at hand, who's going with you? Surely you're not going alone," she asked, bringing the conversation back to the original topic.


"Of course not. Our most formidable warriors in the Aizen Army will be accompanying me," her mother immediately replied. Queen Venus redirected her attention on the Prince and smiled at her son. "Your father and I ask that you accompany me on this mission. We feel that this will be great exposure for you to the less known parts of this Kingdom and the perfect way for you to finally apply your battle training," she requested.


"Yes, I would be honored to accompany you, Mother," Prince Atticus responded, excitement in his voice at the prospect of a possible battle. "What about the National Conference?" he asked.


"Avalon and I will attend," King Eros spoke up, looking at his daughter. "Because your mother will not be present, this means that you will replace her and accompany me in the meeting with the other leaders. It is a great honor to be able to sit at the table with the Rulers of the other Kingdoms. You should feel lucky to have this opportunity at such a young age. It is of the utmost importance that we present ourselves with grace and strength," he told the Princess, a warning look in his eyes that told her not to stir up any trouble.


A wide smile immediately appeared on Avalon's face. Although she had never had any interest in politics or diplomacy, the prospect of finally being able to experience the species and cultures of the other races intrigued her. And to be able to interact with the leaders of these very Kingdoms was even more exciting.
"Don't worry, Father. You won't regret this," she promised him, energy filling her eyes.


"We will present to Queen Kaenirin the mystical golden amulet as a gift. And hopefully, the beginnings of strong relations with our Elven neighbors," the King said. "The golden amulet gives the wearer the power to seduce and mentally control any being for a brief amount of time. Of course, it doesn't work on Incubi or Succubi, since our similar abilities will nullify its power," he explained.


Avalon nodded, listening to her father intently.
"What a valuable treasure," she muttered softly to her brother with disdain in her voice. Why they were giving away such a precious artifact to another race was beyond her comprehension, but she kept her mouth shut.


"We will all depart tomorrow at sunrise,"
King Eros concluded. "The journey to Sanctum City will take three to four days, so pack accordingly," he told Avalon.






Time: Three Sunsets Later


Location: Southwestern Aizen, Along the Border of Sinifact



The silver moonlight washed the forest path a luminous white as a wolf howled in the distance and an owl hooted in the darkness. Avalon's piercing golden eyes gazed out of the carriage window into the ominous trees. Her demonic, sharp night vision allowed her to at least make out the distinct shapes of the trees and the various small animals that inhabited the woods. She could hear the constant, incessant footsteps of the horses that were pulling their carriage. Behind the royal carriage followed three more mundane carriages, each filled with five royal advisors that were accompanying the King and the Princess to the National Conference.


Suddenly, she felt the carriage jolt to an abrupt stop, almost flinging Avalon off of her seat. She looked over at her father who was sitting next to her, but he had a similar confused look on his face. King Eros immediately opened the carriage door and stepped out, followed by a curious Avalon.
"Why are we stopping?" he demanded, glaring at the coachman. "We're on a tight time schedule."


"Yes, Your Highness," the coachman replied, his hands practically shaking in nervousness. "But Sir... Look," he said, a shaking finger pointing along the path they were following. Not too far up the path was a small cluster of traveling... humans? King Eros narrowed his piercing golden eyes, his night vision naturally activating. Avalon turned her head in the direction of the coachman's finger and saw a young woman with fiery red hair, accompanied by five other men.


"That's Lady Hollidae," her father immediately recognized the woman, and Avalon recognized her name as the Ruler of the High Court.


"She must be traveling to Sanctum City for the National Conference as well," Avalon stated, not taking her piercing gaze off the small group.


"I don't recall giving her permission to cross through our lands," King Eros said with annoyance. "And now she is blocking our path." With one careful hand placed on his sheathed sword, which he wore on his hip, the Aizen King walked swiftly towards the small group of humans.


"Lady Hollidae! What a pleasant surprise," he called out merrily, feigning friendliness. "What brings you to our land? I suppose you're on your way to the National Summit as well," he asked, only to answer his own question in order to bring himself to his main point. "I don't remember granting you permission to travel through our Kingdom," he said accusingly, his sharp golden eyes piercing hers. Avalon followed closely behind with narrowed eyes, ready to use the hidden knives in her boots or her abilities if needed. Although her power for manipulating desire and emotion rarely caused any physical injuries, it certainly would be useful for encounters such as this one.


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Agatha's blank stare shifted to the one who sat beside the emperor. By the way he addressed the emperor, he must've served him. She didn't move when he challenged a duel. The emperor disagreed. "I won't waste my gifts on a petty excuse of a duel," she spat back with zero expression in her tone. She turned back to Mordahl. "What kind of offer?" she replied, slightly suspiciously.


Upon hearing the demon emperor's reply, she looked at Damian. She didn't say anything, for it was his choice. She had a feeling he might take it, though her companion here was unpredictable to her. He liked books, especially on this topic, so she thought it would be a good deal. The only part that struck her was the part at the end. About a fight between Damian and the emperor's 'angel' - whom she before caught the name Vali - to the death. And despite Vali's rough and provokable nature so far, he seemed quite powerful, especially as to serve Mordahl himself.



Agatha looked at the emperor as he asked of her offer. Her eyes widened slightly, which drastically differed to her usual sleepy, blank eyes. Employment? The part about long-term and travelling bugged her a little because of her heavy sleep schedule, but it didn't bother her very much. The part that
did bother her was keeping it all a secret, even from Damian. She respected Damian, secretly, and also - secretly - enjoyed his company. "Would I still be able to travel with him?" she asked, in some sort of pleading tone. The other option was to share all of her poison secrets, and she automatically shook her head at that. She stared the the emperor. "His name is Damian," she said.





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Mordahl noted that Agatha immediately opted not to share her personal knowledge of Alchemy. "Understand, Agatha, that my need for confidentiality is likely the exact reason you are so reluctant to share with me your personal knowledge." Mordahl shrugged. "So, in regards to whether you can travel with Damian, I suppose you should ask yourself..." Mordahl returned to his stone seat, overlooking the conference room. "...can you live two lives? One to serve me, and one to serve your friend? Even if those were to come at odds?" Mordahl raised his index finger for emphasis. "You should also know, that if you succeed in my task, you will be granted fame and status among my Empire that no Human has ever held. I will recognize you as a member of my staff, and with that comes a variety of benefits. But!" Mordahl exclaimed, pointing at Agatha. "You must acknowledge, right here and now, that you will be loyal to me for the duration of this assignment." Mordahl leaned back in his chair. "You can start by telling me everything you know about this 'Damien' including why he seeks a book about my god's and about the dark magic he controls that manipulated the minds of my soldiers" Mordahl tapped his finger against the armrest. He didn't actually care about the Assassin's power or why he sought knowledge of Demon god's, he just needed to know if this female was trustworthy. "Make your decision."





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Hollidae had been walking happily along the path, council members trailing behind, when an unfamiliar voice broke through the comforting sound of lapping waves. The girl paused mid-step and turned, bright eyes growing more and more curios as the demon walked towards her. Luckily, she had spent some time with the council, learning about the rulers of the neighboring nations. Opening her mouth to speak--


"King Eros, m-m-m-my liege! Our Lady apologizes profusely! Yes, quite profusely. Y-y-y-you see, she is new to the crown and unaccustomed to the p-p-p-proper protocol of travel. She has--"



The hilt of a small blade found its way onto the top of the stammering little man's head. "That's quite enough, Gregor." Replacing the blade, the girl looked up at the man, then at the woman standing behind him; his daughter, she realized. "King Eros, Princess Avalon," Hollidae dropped her head and swept one leg in front of the other as she lowered herself into a deep bow. "It is my pleasure. I do, however, apologize for my ignorance. I suppose my excitement got the best of me in my travels."


She had straightened up and tossed the lengthy portion of her cloak over her shoulder, freeing her right hand for use if needed. "We would be much obliged of you would allow us to finish our trek through your kingdom, as we have only a short trip to the border. And in the future, I would, of course, request the permission of your highness to enter your land."


The council members, give Borius, stared at their young ruler in awe. They expected the girl to cower in fear, incapable of forming a proper sentence. They expected her lack of experience and knowledge to result in the death of another ruler. Their expectations were shattered. Hollidae was far more knowledgeable than any of them had expected, and they hoped her demeanor - which some knew was feigned - had helped to secure their lives.


A kind smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she looked up at Aizen rulers, awaiting a response. She hoped her attempts would go over well, otherwise... Well, let's just say her paintings would likely be all that was left of her.


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Agatha lowered her head. "I am aware," she replied. She didn't know what to do. Could she live a double life? Could she serve both? She didn't serve Damian. She worked with him, as a companion. The fame and recognition Mordahl promised her didn't matter. In fact, being known everywhere seemed more like an annoyance to her. But she had to take this opportunity. And Damian wanted to get to the summit.





Agatha glanced back to the emperor, who tapped his chair. Tell everything she knew about Damian? Despite being close companions with him, she didn't know everything about him. She'd only known him for a few years after she decided to repay her 'debt'. "His name is Damian Shanache. A citizen of Languor Kingdom, but travels often. He is twenty-five. An assassin and a scholar, and he likes books. He tries to learn a lot, and I think that is why he is interested in your book. He... manipulates shadows," she said. "That's all I know. Oh, I also give him poisons, despite times I seriously regret it," she added. She wasn't going to mention why.





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Mordahl rose, strode to Agatha, and placed a reassuring hand upon her small shoulder. He smiled menacingly as he gazed down upon her. "Thank you for that, Agatha Sallow." Mordahl reached into a pocket inside of his breastplate to retrieve one of the schematics from the Blue Nation that Asha had shown them earlier. He unrolled the parchment, placed it on the table, and motioned for Agatha to join him. "This..." Mordahl pointed to the schematic. On it were multiple algebraic equations and formula's for chemicals Mordahl didn't recognize. "...Is your task. I seek knowledge of this unknown technology that is coming from the continent far to the North East, under the rule of the Victoria Brooke, the Queen of that nation." Mordahl shifted his gaze to Agatha. "You are to use your knowledge to gain access and employment in that Kingdom, long enough to acquire an in-depth understanding of what it is they are developing." Mordahl allowed Agatha to look at the schematic for a few moments longer before taking it and placing it back into his pocket. "Obviously, the most important part of this task, is that no one discovers you are working for me." Mordahl gently turned Agatha so that she faced him. "I offer no forgiveness for traitors, Agatha. For this point onward, we shall be allies, or mortal enemies. Which we end up being, is now in your hands." Mordahl patted her shoulder and grinned. "But I have faith in you, human." Mordahl walked about the room and gathered his things. "I am granting you as much time as you need to fulfill this assignment." Mordahl continued, back now facing Agatha as tightened the strings to his bag of possessions. "If you have any questions, speak them now. Otherwise go north to the docks and await the arrival of myself and my Chancellor's." Mordahl slung the bag over his shoulder. "There will be two spots on those ships, reserved for you and Damian." Mordahl would wait a moment longer to hear Agatha's questions.


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Avalon's piercing gaze on Hollidae darted over to a short, stammering man as he spoke up and began to stutter. An amused smile appeared on her face when the fiery-haired woman hit the man's head with the hilt of her blade. Her golden eyes shot over to her father's face, but if the King was as amused as his daughter was, it didn't show, for his face remained expressionless. She gave Hollidae a respectful nod when she lowered herself into a deep bow, observing the woman carefully. Her bright red hair was very prominent, even in the darkness, and her youthful face suggested that she was only a few years older than herself. When she finished speaking, Avalon noticed the look of awe on her men's faces, as if they were surprised that she could even speak.



King Eros observed the Lady carefully as she spoke, remaining silent and expressionless. Had she been any other common human, he would not have even stopped to confront her and instead, probably crushed her as his carriage rolled by, or perhaps even seduced her for a quick stress relief. Humans, after all, were known for their pitiful vulnerability to sexual temptations. In addition, had he encountered the Lady under any other circumstance, he would have been far more aggressive in her trespassing. However, because they were both en route to the Green Kingdom with a similar purpose, he knew that it would not only be unnecessary to engage hostilely, but also pure stupid to create an enemy of his neighboring Kingdom while on the way to a meeting with the leaders of the other Kingdoms. The last thing he needed was a neighboring land forming alliances against him.
"That's quite alright. I suppose the National Summit is an excusable reason," he replied a little reluctantly, a charming smile on his face. "I wish you safe travels to Sanctum City, and I look forward to seeing you at the Conference," he said politely, lowering himself into a slight bow before turning around to walk back to his carriage.


"Would you like to travel with us?" Avalon spoke up, effectively containing the eagerness in her voice. She had never been to the Yellow Kingdom before, so the opportunity to converse with the Ruler of the High Court excited her. She knew that this was not what her father had planned, but her impulsiveness had gotten the best of her and the words had rolled straight off of her tongue. Besides, they were on the way to a meeting with the other Kingdoms, so it was never too early to start considering alliances. In addition, the Succubus noticed that Hollidae and her men were traveling on foot, which was much less efficient than their horse-drawn carriages. "I'm sure we have plenty of room in our carriages for you and your men," she added, turning her head to face the King in hopes of his permission.


King Eros paused in his tracks and turned back around when he heard his daughter invite Hollidae and her men to join them on the journey. His natural skepticism and overall disdain for the human race had prevented him from inviting Hollidae himself, but he knew that he didn't have a choice once Avalon spoke up. At first, he was rather annoyed at her for proposing such a proposition without his approval, but his displeasure quickly disappeared when he realized that this could be the first step in establishing relations with the new Ruler of their neighboring land. Although he didn't think that the humans would be able to contribute much to any future alliance, he could always use them for exploitation. Plus, this way, he could ensure that the Lady and her men followed a one-route path to the border, instead of trespassing even more in his Kingdom.



A diplomatic smile appeared on the Incubus' face as his piercing golden eyes focused on Hollidae
. "What a wonderful idea, Avalon! You and your men are more than welcome to travel with us to Sanctum City," the King exclaimed, awaiting her answer. Avalon looked at the fiery-haired woman hopefully, but she was prepared to use her abilities to manipulate Hollidae's emotions if she had to in order for her to agree.


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Agatha brushed the emperor's hand off her shoulder. It was uncomfortable. It was also uncomfortable as he smiled down with an aura of menace on her. She didn't say anything, she didn't have anything to say. Agatha went over to the table and looked at the paper lay out on the surface. Algebraic questions... chemical formula... the math of chemistry?! Nobody knew these type of things better than Agatha, but even she was quite confused and puzzled at the meaning of what was on the parchment. The only sign to show it was the slight widening of her eyes.





"The North East, the nation's queen?" she repeated. She was supposed to use her vast knowledge of poisons and chemicals to get a job there, and figure out what they were planning. At least, that's what came out of Mordahl's mouth. Agatha studied the paper again. She got it this time, with slight knowledge it came from the north east, meaning it used their different types of chemicals and elements in chemistry. By the time he put it back in his breast plate, she had a rough idea. Agatha looked at Mordahl. "I accept," she said, nodding slightly. She would be loyal.


Agatha brushed off the emperor's hand once again.
"I do have some questions. First, will I be able to sleep lots? My sleeping schedule is important," she said. It sounded quite childish. Then again, it came out of the mouth of a typical citizen of the Yellow Kingdom. "Second; I want to know what will happen to Damian. Am I expected to leave him for the period of time this takes?" Agatha's face darkened for the last question. "I also want you to answer my second question. It seemed as if you could see... through me. My soul," she said quietly. "How is that?" Agatha stared at the emperor.





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Baldassar Haagen




Baldassar had left Varisvaara the day after recieving his assaignment. Within the span of twelve hours he had been approached by multiple royalty, granting him multiple missions. There were unique details to each of them, yet it all ended up under the same category; Spying on the Elven kingdom. Just how they expected him to spy on Elves, of all the races, while being on a diplomatic mission was beyond him. Yet he gave them all the same answer. ''I will serve.'' He mostly had the freedom to decide his companions, though a small limitation had been put on him. Among his fourteen traveling partners, three of them had to be scribes. They were to attend the meeting, documenting every single word that was spoken. Two would return their work to the 'Oldest Ones', the last being a gift to the host of the conference. They were a complete mystery for Baldassar, stuffed into a uniform of black with nothing but their eyes showing. And even that had been covered up, a dark colour to outline the eyes, making it impossible to guess their identity. Unless you flayed them of their disguise, of course.


The travel trough the Vampiric nation had proved quite uneventful, yet surprisingly educational. On the second day of marching they'd pass some of the few farmed lands under vampiric rule. Only instead of wheat or oat, growing in masses, it was a green swamp. What was supposed to provide every pureblooded vampire with their small need of a hard meal had turned into a decaying mud, not even fit for pigs to live in. Either the Oldest Ones were doing trades hidden from even the royalty, or the land would fall into famine. Neither of which pleased Baldassar.


He happened upon a group of cattle-catchers, Vampires hunting for what ever could be drained of blood, just a small days march from the Elven border. It truly had moved further into the Vampiric nations, the Elven border, trees of giant sizes claiming away land as if they had in mind to consume all of the land.
Could this be the cause of disappearing vampires? He thought to himself. Are the Elves actively hunting beyond their borders? The little band of hunters was in a bad shape, their eyes filled with red. Something that happens when vampires feast on vampires. Disgraceful way to live, tainting what little honour there was left in their blood. ''No'ones passin by no more.'' The group's leader had told Baldassar. ''T-There's little reason to be here. All the farm's are gone aren't they? Only traders further north is going 'ere. Y-Yet we aren't allowed to move.. This is where we collect.'' Added the oldest of the hunters, his limbs so thin it's a surprise he hadn't died already. ''S-So we are making shields, you see?'' The old man lifted a woodenshield, just barerly holding itself together. ''We are gonna hunt the Elves, they are all around. We feel em, as true as your blood, they watch. From the tallest trees, they watch.'' It had left a bad feeling with Baldassar, if the elves can scout this far into the border there would soon be little room for privacy. He didn't bother telling them just how little use their shields would do. For an elven bow it's more likely to nail such petty shields to their arms rather than stop the arrow. Yet they were impure, the spilling of their blood would not be a loss.


Their death may not be a loss, yet they were right.
Baldassar and his group had entered the Elven kingdom a few days past, yet from the moment they stepped into the dense woods they could feel the eyes. It was hard, practicly impossible, to see them in the trees. If these were normal scouts he wasn't looking forwards to spying within the capitol. Only at night could he catch glimpses of them, when they moved closer to watch. Small reflections of the moon on their knocked arrows, the sound of leaves rustling. Even though he brought eight royalty guards along with him, fighting among the thickest of woods -against an unknown number of Elves- would be a quick way to die. At least the dense woods hid away the sun. Baldassar had brought three bloodvessels along, to make sure him and his guards would be well fed during the journey. Yet with this much shade they hardly needed to feast. They could keep a fast pace, marching for a full day before they needed rest. It was quite the surprise when the woods opened up and Sanctum City stood before them. With them arriving four days earlier than expected the guards on top of the walls looked just as surprised as Baldassar must have had. I suppose this gives me some time for spying after all.. He thought to himself as he stood outside the massive gates.


 
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Damian did as the emperor wanted and he simply walked out of the chambers with the angel tailing him. He walked at a leisurely pace and he hummed a gentle tone but with Vali behind him he would not be able to see those yellow orbs darkening and hardening. He had a disdain for this angel he could not explain - it was borderline hatred and before they were interrupted he was actually going to accept Vali's challenge to the death. He could sense the angel was strong but he had secrets and his blood was boiling because of the angel. He had hidden his rage perfectly behind a smile but he would confront the angel when the two were alone.


A few of the lesser demons that observed the two walking by would actually get a look of fear on their faces before Damian simply smiled at them. It was a pure sadistic smile one who relished in death gets when they have killed someone. Vali may have been able to sense a growing darkness that no mere human could ever harbor in their heart or soul. It was a feeling of darkness/dread that only the strongest of demons could give off and it was only growing by the minutes. He moved his hands behind his head and he started to whistle an old song from his childhood in the hopes that would calm him down.



The two would make their way to the library and he followed the instructions that the emperor gave him. He gave his first and last name to the librarian and proceeded to the book he needed. He grabbed the book before he clenched it a little tighter and caused a small indention to form and his gaze finally met the Angel's. His expression was calm but within those yes the angel would only see a demonic spirit. His veins were starting to bulge out a little before he gritted his teeth. He inhaled and let out a slow exhale before he started to chuckle to himself a little.
"You call me cocky but you are quite the cocky one..I have a 50/50 chance of beating you..which means Aga would absolutely kill you." His voice returned to normal and the aura vanished and he just gave Vali a cruel smile before he tilted his head to the side and he spoke again. "I kinda like the big buy in there..he says what's on his mind..I don't know what he has planned for Aga..but if you two harm my dear friend in any manner..I swear to whoever it is you prey too-well you probably don't prey to anyone anymore...I will kill both of you."


He suddenly turned his back to Vali as if nothing happened and he scanned the book until he found what he was looking for. His eyes lit up a bit and his shadow stretched up and extended and it was in a more liquid form. It was like a weird black ooze as it completely surrounded the book and a few seconds would pass before it released the book. He made a sharp turn so that he was facing Vali again and he put the book back in it's place but what exactly did he do to the book that he didn't need it anymore. He closed his eyes as he smiled and he started to walk past Vali. "
I swear that we should get going. I don't like leaving Aga alone for too long..if she gets agitated she might kill everyone in the building..Vali. It's a shame you annoy me to no end because I love making new friend's in this world."





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The young redhead hoped her words were a satisfactory response for the older King. Were they not, she would be in a good amount of trouble. Humans weren't exactly the strongest of beings - or at all. The few who served in the High Court Military were likely the strongest of the race, but at that very moment, only one was present, and that one would be no match against an Incubus king and his young succubus daughter. Thankfully, what anger he was diplomatically hiding seemed to fade.


The Council members heaved an audible sigh of relief and it took everything in the girl not to release her aggravation upon the group right then and there. Hollidae returned King Eros' bow, expecting to be on her way, until her gaze flickered to the Princess. Her invitation was surprising, and from what little body language she could read off of the King's back, he felt the same way. However, his response was surprising.


Looking between the two, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Was there an ulterior motive behind this invitation? It didn't seem to be planned out, all reactions considered. And the King seemed sincere in his response.


Turning to look at the Council, she read a mixture of expressions ranging from confusion to excitement to absolute terror to... Absolutely nothing. Borius was never any help.


Hollidae considered the offer. It would definitely be a much quicker trip. It wouldn't hurt to learn more about the Aizen Kingdom on a personal level; everything she knew about them came from books and a few of her Great Grandfather's journals, which gave little to no enlightenment.


But what about her paintings? It would be difficult to paint in a carriage and there was no way she would request stops be made for her own interests. However, that was an utterly pointless argument.


They're succubi. Somehow, she had a feeling that, were she to decline the offer, she would somehow find herself in one of the carriages and a cloud of confusion.


"That would be wonderful," she finally responded. A polite smile played along her lips. "Thank you for the invitation." Her gratitude was directed mostly toward the young Princess who had extended the invitation in the first place. "Might I request that my Knight join me in the carriage? The other will, of course, ride separately."


The Council members did not like that statement. They began to murmur among themselves as if those present were completely unaware. Their trust in her was obviously miniscule to nonexistent.


"Or, they can most surely make the rest of the trek alone," Hollidae spoke kindly, though the tilt in her head and the piercing gaze that bore through the four men clearly said she was annoyed. A sudden quiet fell over the group and the Languor ruler turned back to the King and Princess. "It was the central carriage, yes?" She strode past them and towards the carriages without another word.


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Avalon could see the thoughtful expression on Hollidae's face as she began considering their offer. Her piercing golden eyes extended over to the other men she was with, seeing a mixture of confusion, excitement, and fear. A genuine smile appeared on her face when the Lady finally agreed. Ava nodded respectfully at the fiery-haired woman when she thanked her for the invitation. When Hollidae said that the other Council members would ride separately, she noticed a lull murmur in the air as the men began to talk amongst themselves. There was clearly a huge lack of trust in the Lady's men. Avalon figured it must be because of her youth and inexperience, but the disunity among them also gave her the impression that the Yellow Kingdom must be divided as well. Although she wasn't well-educated in the area of politics or diplomacy, she knew that this would make her appear weak in front of the other Kingdoms if even her own men didn't trust her.



"Your Knight may ride with us," King Eros replied politely, glancing at the tall man standing next to her. He understood her need to bring company with her into their carriage, as no sense of trust had been established between them yet. His gaze darted across the other four Council members. "My Royal Advisors are sitting in the other three carriages behind the central one. The four of you are welcome to ride in any of them," he told the four humans.


Avalon followed Hollidae as they made their way over to the carriages. The coachman immediately got off his seat and proceeded to open the carriage door for them. She gave the coachman a brief nod of acknowledgement before stepping back into the carriage. Her father took a seat on the velvet cushions right next to her while the Lady and her Knight sat down across from them. The carriage was large enough for the four of them to comfortably relax and the window was cracked open just enough for the fresh night air to circulate inside. As Hollidae took a seat, Avalon noticed a rolled up scroll peek out from her bag, catching a small glimpse of a painting.
"Did you paint that?" she asked her, pointing to the paper scroll that was poking out. "From what I can see, it looks wonderful," she added, noticing the striking colors but not being able to make out what exactly the painting was since it was still rolled up.


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Borius held a hand out for Hollidae to take and helped her up into the carriage. She slid in and sat down on the cushioned seat with the Knight sliding in beside her. Borius unstrapped the sword that had been against his hip and held it by the hilt, between his legs. His dark eyes stayed silently on the demons that were seated across from him. The man's actions made Hollidae smile. At first, having him hover behind her like a shadow that followed even in the night was painstakingly annoying. Until he finally learned to speak rather than keeping his lips clasped tightly shut. Since that moment, they had grown surprisingly close.


"Oh, the painting?" Hollidae adjusted herself, cloak falling at her sides to display the streaks of paint covering the sides of her slim thighs. Her midriff was bare but the skin held the same faint, creamy tan as the rest of her body. "There we are." She had unrolled the painting nearest the top of her bag. It was the most recent, as well as the one with the most vivid color combinations. The thin canvas depicted the rising of the sun over a seaside village within Aizen's own borders. Rather than the usual pinks and purples seen in sunsets, this sunrise held varying oranges and yellows, with dabs of pale blue to show the upper lining of the clouds where the sun had not yet reached. The village was of dark stone and moss with faint specks of glowing light in a few of the windows.


"It's the village less than a day's walk North. Quaint." She pulled several more paintings from the satchel and handed them to Avalon, allowing her to take a look. Each was of a different scene. Two depicted her own kingdom and home, just near the Western boarder, while the rest portrayed different villages and landscapes in the demon kingdom.


Hollidae then looked at the King. "I was recently informed of your loss. My deepst condolences." She was referring to the loss of the eldest Prince, her words directed to both family members. However, she was also aware how the topic of loss felt, so she quickly moved on to a different subject. "These summits, how are they run? Unfortunately, I have little knowledge of this and would like to be prepared." Beside her, Borius had cocked a brow. It was rare for the young leader to spend so much time speaking so cordially, though it was understandable considering the current company.


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Avalon's sharp golden eyes widened as Hollidae uncovered the rolled-up painting, exposing a canvas filled with striking colors and a beautiful scene.
"That one's amazing," she complimented, her attention still carefully observing the painted sunset over a seaside village before her. "That's the village of Lernaean, named after the mythical sea demon, the Lernaean Hydra, that supposedly resides in those waters. Legend says that the monster possesses many heads, and each time one was lost, it was replaced by two more." she added, repeating the popular children's story she had been told ever since she was a little girl.


She flipped to the other paintings that depicted the Yellow Kingdom, the Lady's home, and a variety of scenery from the Aizen Kingdom. Her attention focused on the paintings from the land of humans, her eyes captivated by the foreign land in a perfect blend of colors. It was true- the humans were known for their rich art and culture for a reason.
"I should look into learning how to paint. Teach me sometime?" Avalon asked, directing her piercing gaze back onto Hollidae. She jumped at the opportunity to learn a new skill and to hear more about the neighboring lands.


Her golden eyes instinctively flickered out the window when the Lady mentioned her deceased oldest brother, Audric. It had turned into a habit when he had first passed away. Whenever someone talked about his death, Ava would always direct her gaze elsewhere, from fear of showing any potential tears. Even when she had finally moved past his death, the habit still stuck around.



There was a momentary pause in the air until her father spoke up.
"Thank you, Lady Hollidae," King Eros replied politely. His aura remained strong and steady, but Ava knew that a little part of his heart broke away inside whenever he's reminded of the death of his firstborn son. She was glad when the conversation changed, and it worried her how much discomfort the subject still brought to her. She knew that she couldn't show any weakness in the face of the other kingdoms.


Focusing her attention back onto the fiery-haired woman, she was curious as to how exactly the summits were run as well. Avalon knew that her father had gone to plenty, given the extremely long life span of demons, so he must be well-experienced.
"It varies every Conference, depending on which issues all the Kingdoms have in common. Essentially, it's a way for all the leaders to come together under an oath of peace and take turns discussing their individual political, economic, or social issues in their Kingdoms. It's the main way for all of the Rulers to establish territorial agreements, form alliances, settle main disputes, and anything else that involves diplomatic affairs," her father explained.


"I have to warn you though- it can get pretty heated sometimes. The six Kingdoms are all inherently very different, so disagreements and arguments often arise. Especially the new Emperor of Bakkar. I heard he has a real temper,"
King Eros added, amusement lighting up his eyes. Because the land of Bakkar was inhabited by their demonic cousins, the King couldn't help but feel a slight inclination towards the Red Kingdom.


"How do you feel about your first Summit? You'll be representing your entire Kingdom," Avalon asked, thinking about the weight of that responsibility. She and her father, especially her father, would symbolize every inhabitant of the Aizen Kingdom at this meeting. She had never felt the pressure of such a task in her life. "I also heard that these Summits are often rendezvous points for lost friends and lovers. Many estranged relationships are brought back together as a result of this widespread event," she added, remembering what her mother had told her. She felt a flicker of hope inside of her, as she was hoping to bump into a couple "friends" herself.


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A mythical sea demon... How wonderful! The most one could glimpse off the coast of Languor's sandy shores was an enchanted Narwhal or a Siren, though those with strong will typically ignored the latter; those without lived inland. In just three days Hydra's and Succubi were already beginning to form lasting images within Hollidae's mind and she hadn't even arrived at the Summit yet.


"Of course," she smiled brightly, a much more honest expression than the polite ones she had offered until that point. "Really, anyone can paint. Art is an expression of soul and emotion, not of talent; though many would argue that statement." It was surprising to hear that a demon was interested in something that she was told they considered to be trivial. The Council members had warned the redhead against attempting to show off her paintings or setting up a canvas in the middle of the meeting to paint all the figures in attendance. Naturally, she explained to them that the thought of her doing such a thing was rude and preposterous, and that they should not think so minutely of their new ruler. Secretly, however, she was irritated that anyone would realize she would be bold enough to do such a thing and quickly began plotting an alternative method of catching each race in a new piece.


Hollidae considered the King's explanation, her eyes shifting to gaze out at the passing scenery as she contemplated what complaints the other kingdoms might have. Several months had been spent reading and learning about all the politics of Languor, and while her social knowledge was up to date, the economic portion of her knowledge vastly differed from what the Council wanted her to believe. They had meant for her to see the world as nearly perfect with little economic strife. Parts of Languor were so desolately poor that the old cranks of the Council believed they were beyond saving and preferred to simply wait until they all starved to death. Then, they could demolish the villages and their history from existence and pave over the land with new, wealthier communities. It was disgusting. Three of the Council members had to be exiled to these 'desolate' villages before the rest began to understand that their economic beliefs might be flawed.


Without thinking, Hollidae responded to King Eros' comments on the Emperor of Bakkar. "I've dealt with over-inflated egos in the past." Her eyes were still out the window and her voice was wistful and careless. This caught Borius' attention, causing the man to clear he throat and nudge the ruler's elbow.


"My Lady, the Council would find that statement most inappropriate," he spoke in a low, deep voice.


Hollidae rolled her eyes, allowing them to land on the Knight. "The Council needs to learn that they're easily replaceable and will be removed from their high horses if they continue finding every word I utter 'inappropriate'." While she knew how to carry herself and speak around those in power, the girl was still just a young girl, older than the Princess seated across from her by only a few years. She could only bite her tongue for so long.


Apparently finding the response amusing, Borius cracked the faintest smile. "I apologize, My Lady."


Princess Avalon seemed excited as she spoke, making the smile return to the redhead's lips. "I... Am interested to see the how the other kingdoms function." Translation? 'Yay! New stuff to paint!' "Unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity to travel outside of Languor so all the knowledge and understanding I have of the other kingdoms is what I have read or been told. It will be interesting to have a first-hand experience and make a comparison. I'm also looking forward to forging a few alliances." Her bright eyes flickered over to those of King Eros. Perhaps a large amount of her excitement did come from having something new to paint, but she knew that she was a ruler first, and for the good of her kingdom, the Summit would be ninty-five percent business.


Alright, maybe ninety.


"Our kingdom, I'm sure, seems laughably weak in the eyes of those with strength, abilities, and lives beyond the reach of our own. But it has been some time since the last Summit, and in that time Lord Marvelle helped to bring a great many innovations to our kingdom that far surpass those of just our artistic abilities." One of those innovations was the armor that Borius wore, simply looking like thick cloth.


Looking to Avalon again, an image shot through the back of her mind of a young man. He was a friend that Hollidae had made during her travels around Languor, one with whom she hadn't had the pleasure of speaking with in several years. What a lazy boy he was. Asking him to fetch a flower so she could better exam it was a laborious task, even when the flower - and she, herself - were within arm's reach of the boy. It was true that maybe the people of Languor weren't the most active of species, but his level of laziness was absolutely ridiculous. And yet, the memory made her smile. "If that is true, I welcome the opportunity. I suppose you have someone you would be interesting in rendezvousing with?" Her tone was slightly suggestive, albeit joking. She wasn't going to bring such talk out of a teenage girl in front of her father.


"Tell me, King Eros. Will the Queen be joining us at the Summit? I had hoped to make her acquaintance, as well." Meeting everyone in charge was most opportune. It was difficult to come to an understanding on certain matters if all of the ruling party was not present. But she was unaware of their ruling dynamic, so she would not be making assumptions on who made the final decisions for Aizen.


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Victoria was sound asleep with her body laid motionless in her vast sheets with a book she was reading until she closed her eyes beside her. She had been exhausted from advising her people in the throne room and making sure everything was in order around her Validus, her city capital with the trade of technology, medicines She had no time to do what she desired to do since every time she tried it seemed like something always got in the way.


A soldier opened the door for Charles, the conductor who was in charge of the music that went on in the castle, who quietly entered her room summoning ten others access to the balcony overlooking her bed. They approached the seats with instruments in their hands, taking their daily spots waiting for further orders. Charles checked the time on the mechanical clock, a rather new invention, he halted until the time was perfect. Charles raised his hands beginning to conduct as the orchestra played a soft tune. She soon awaken to be greeted by them and a few female servants who came after she woke up.she went to the edge of her bed allowing a servant to put her shoes on her feet. She arose nodding at Charles as a sign of permission to exit along with the musicians. She performed her usual routine soon walking out refreshed and relaxed until she realized the task she had to complete.



Victoria was soon accompanied by Henry, her advisor, she smiled at him before saying.
"Alright Henry what is it today? Advising? Training? Documents?" Henry cleared his throat whole taking out a piece of paper." You have documents to approve, A brief discussion with the general and the National Summit conference is tonight." Victoria responded in her usual 'Yes, of course, Fine' until she heard National Summit conference. "Wait that's today? I thought it was on a Friday." She said greeting her servants in the way."Today is Friday." He informed her. She paused for a bit thinking. "Oh right. Don't worry Henry I have this handled. I shall intent to all of that shortly." She looked around aimlessly before asking "Where's my mother?" Henry simply shrugged responding that she was in the garden. Victoria frowned a bit, not wanting to disturb her mother. Though they stayed in the same castle, Victoria felt as if they were on other sides of the world since she rarely saw her because of her duties as queen. She quickly changed her expression to something more up beat before excusing herself with a few words "Alright, if You need me I will be in the study room and I expect chocolate chip cookies on my desk at 3 o'clock sharp!"


~4 hours later~


Victoria walked down a well light hallway en route to meet with her citizens in her throne room. She looked at the walls that were lined with the paintings of the great rulers that came before her, Standing proud as if they resembled deities. She knew that surely she would be be on the wall some day maybe sooner than she'd expect to be. Though she seen these paintings since she was a child, it still marveled her. As she glanced in admiration, she soon halted at a painting that stood out to her the most. A man with purple eyes that seemed to glisten through the painting, his dark brown hair pulled back, and a expressionless look on his face but had a hint of a smirk if someone examined close enough to see it. It was her father. She reached out her hand to touch the painting only to pull it back to her side and daze at it.
'father I hope I make you proud. I hope that wherever you are you're in peace... I know it's selfish of me to say this but... I wish you were here.' the thoughts that sweep to her mind only caused her to hold back tears.


she gazed at the portrait a while longer until she felt a hand on her right shoulder and a calming voice that said.
"I miss him too." Victoria immediately hugged her mother without thinking. An embrace that she longed to have to give her comfort in her darkest hours.An embrace she meeded but never got until now. She was the only person that she felt she could felt she could feel vulnerable around yet Victoria still forced back tears. "I see that you are sad yet you do not cry... It's alright Ria, it's ok to cry." Victoria lifted up her head to face her mother "If I cry I will show weakness. It's a sign that I've given up." Her mother simply pulled off a faintly smile. " Tears are not a sign of weakness, it is a sign that you've been strong for too long. My darling you have went beyond the expectations of others and done more than I could've imagined. don't you feel like you have proved yourself enough? I know you're father passing was unbearable but don't let it grow your heart into hatred. "

Victoria expression changed from depression to anger in a matter of seconds. she moved away from her mother with fire in her eyes. "But hatred is all I have left! I will not rest until I find my father's killer and whoever was apart of it and burn them to the ground while their leaders watch them turn to ashes! I will give my father justice and when I do,I will make whatever kingdom who opposes me die screaming!" Victoria began to walk off with confidence.Her mother attempted to stop her but instead let her leave. 'I will avenge you father even if it's the last thing I do."
 
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Mordahl gazed upon Agatha as irritation began to fill his mind. Here he was, offering this Human an opportunity that her pathetically short existence would likely never see again, and she was concerned about......sleep. Really? Mordahl refrained from lashing out, however. After all, what did he expect? She was a Human, born with no drive, ambition, or passion towards anything. Mordahl let a huff of amusement escape his nostrils and shook his head. "I care not what you do, Human, or who you travel with, so long as you complete the task I've given you and keep silent about it." Before leaving, Agatha's last question gave Mordahl pause. So she had felt his soul studying hers? Interesting. Mordahl turned and smiled down at Agatha. "Well.." he began. "..it really depends on what preference of fiction you subscribe to." Mordahl brought his finger up to his chin and tapped it in thought. "Let's see.... I've been told that my lineage has possessed the ability to see the true nature of one's soul. I've also been told that I was gifted, at birth, with the eyes of one of my god's. Take your pick." Mordahl leaned in close to Agatha. "I, personally, prefer to believe that every soul I encounter cowers in fear at the sight of me, revealing all of their secrets." Mordahl laughed and secured his belongings as he strode out of the room. "I suggest you get moving towards the docks, human. Once I've established a departure time with my Captain and arrive at the shipyard, we shall depart immediately."


As Mordahl stepped out of the conference room and on toward his personal quarters, he rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly. Recruiting that Human for this task would either be the dumbest mistake he had ever made, or turn out to be a stroke of pure genius. He didn't see any outcome in between. As he entered his private quarters, Mordahl stopped in his tracks when he saw a lanky, balding, middle-aged elf laying back on a chair with his feet propped up on the desk near the window. Upon seeing Mordahl, the elf's eyes grew wide and a large smile formed on his face.
"Ah, my good Emperor!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and extending his hand. "And how is this day treating my favorite Demon in all the known world?"


Mordahl simply glared at his outstretched hand and brushed passed him.
"Quite well." Mordahl growled. "Until a certain elf decided to help himself to my private chambers." Mordahl snatched a flask from a shelf at the end of the room, containing rows of liquor, and began consuming it's contents.


The elf laughed and put his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest.
"Ah, But I am not just any elf. I am Captain Vander Salendar!" Vander began painting an imaginary picture with his hands. "Conqueror of the treacherous seas! Navigator of the wild unknown!" He stopped and gave Mordahl a sly grin. "And your only method of travel and trade with the other kingdoms."


Mordahl temper flared up as he smashed his flask upon the floor and stormed over to the elf.
"Yes and as I recall.."Mordahl snarled. "..I paid in excess to get a fleet of your ships, crafted for oceanic travel, and delivered to me." Mordahl bore his eyes into Vander's. "I'm beginning to think I've invested in a fraud." Mordahl continued to glare at Vander, obviously wanting some type of response from the elf.


"Mordahl.." Vander said softly, trying to calm the situation. "..these things take time. It's not like I can just build a fleet of ships at my shop in Sinifact without attracting unwanted attention." Mordahl turned and went back to his shelf, grabbing another flask. "What do you think the other nations would think, or do, in response to the knowledge that the Cimedach Empire now possessed the capability of intercontinental travel?"


Mordahl turned and pointed at Vander, putting down another swig of Gourg.
"They could do whatever they pleased, I don't fear them. Their response would be in direct fear of me!" Mordahl exclaimed, putting a thumb to his chest.


Vander fought the urge to roll his eyes and approached Mordahl, speaking softly once again.
"Yes, yes. but why start all of that drama, when we can just take our time.." Vander moved his hands in the air, as if he was smoothing out a bedsheet. "..be patient, and do it without any repercussions for you and, more importantly, me." When Mordahl didn't respond, Vander decided to switch topics. "So!" he began. "I arrived with six ships. One for you and each of your Chancellor's. Two of the ships sustained moderate damage on the journey here. They should be repaired and fit for travel in approximately thirty hours."


"Then that is when we will depart." Mordahl abruptly replied. "Any longer, and we will arrive late to the Summit."


"Speaking of which.." Vander said, leaning towards Mordahl and giving him a suspicious stare. "..the invitation stated that each nation may only have fifteen guests.." Vander left the statement open, but continued looking at Mordahl, curious about his response.


Mordahl huffed in annoyance and shook his head. He removed the invitation from his pocket and realized, now that he was looking for it, that there was a slight tear at the bottom of the envelope, where someone had opened it. Mordahl slowly turned his head toward Vander, obviously angry. The little bastard always thought he could do whatever he pleased, and one day he would pay for it.
"I refuse to stick myself and all of my Chancellor's on one or two ships so we can all die together, leaving Bakkar without leadership. AND we must have a crew to operate each ship, so..." Mordahl crumpled up the invitation and tossed it away. "..if Queen Sylvis can't understand that, then I have no desire to be in the presence of her idiocy anyways."


Vander laughed and clapped his hands.
"Oh Mordahl! Always the diplomat. I say, if everyone leaves this Summit with all of their limbs, I'll be shocked indeed." Vander grabbed his things and prepared to leave. "It'll be the same rate as last time, plus a little extra to cover the repairs."


Mordahl laughed, cynically.
"I will not pay to cover the repairs of your incompetence. I will offer you the same amount I paid for the last Summit, nothing more."


Vander sighed and pondered for a moment.
"Eloquently put, Emperor." he said with heavy sarcasm. "Very well. I will meet you at the docks."


The Voyage to Sinifact (PART ONE)




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It was all Mordahl could do to prevent himself from ordering the complete silence of his Chancellor's and their guard as they laughed and carried on excitedly amongst themselves, ready to depart. Mordahl stood alone at the edge of the eastern most dock looking out at the calm waves. A light breeze brushed his face, as if beckoning him out to the water. But Mordahl didn't share in his comrades' excitement. He knew what awaited them. The calm waves and the light breeze were misleading. Out into the horizon, waves the size of a broad mountain stood ready to devour them. Gale force winds ripped about the open air, punishing all who would dare enter its' territory. And that's not even considering the tales of what lurked beneath... Normally, Mordahl dismissed tales of legend and horror that were not backed by visual proof. On the matter of Sea Beasts, however, Mordahl knew something existed. He could never get Captain Vander Salendar to speak on the subject, and it was not because the elf was trying to preserve some foolish fictional legend, it was because of fear, an emotion highly unusual for an elf that has traversed countless nautical miles of relentless ocean. A genuine look of fear washed over Vander's face at the mention of sea creatures. It was also the only time Mordahl could wipe that idiotic grin off of the elf's face. Mordahl glanced over to see Vander's Lieutenants scrambling about on their respective ships, prepping them for departure. On the center-most ship, the Flag-ship, Captain Salendar stood stoically on the bridge of his vessel, a similar look of determination on his face as he to stared out into the water. The two briefly exchanged glances, both knowing what waited for them.



But something else troubled Mordahl on this day. His...instincts?...were unusually heightened. He found himself looking back, over the dark barren landscape towards his Capital. He felt uneasy about leaving it. It wasn't fear. No, Mordahl had long ago recognized the destructive force of fear and abolished it from his life completely. But something....something was wrong, he felt as if his capital was more vulnerable than ever. For the duration of his absence, Mordahl had left the Empire in the capable hands of his Imperial Guard, a large contingent of Prime's that were very well trained. Still though, he felt as if he was leaving his homeland empty. Mordahl scanned the docks, looking at his Chancellor's. He had considered leaving one of them behind to act as Emperor, but had finally concluded that he needed all of them to drive the point home, to the other nations, that he had effectively united the tribes, with the exception of one.



Mordahl stopped, however, when his eyes fell upon Asha. She was next to the Flag ship, studying it's design. It had been a natural decision to bring her along, so that she could see if her contacts had been reliable in the intel they had provided. But was it really necessary for her to come along? Mordahl realized, the more he thought about it, that this uneasiness evaporated at the thought of leaving her in charge during his absence. Mordahl sheathed his massive mace in a tactical pouch, located on the back of his armor, which allowed him to support the weight of his weapon with his upper-back during prolonged periods of no combat. He made his way over to Asha and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey." he began.


Asha looked back at him, a look of glee dancing about her black, marble eyes.
"Hey to you." she replied, grinning back at him. They exchanged a few moments of silent eye contact, memories of the night before leaving the Capital still fresh in their minds. Asha knew not discuss their private matters out in the open. She understood that Mordahl had a certain image he had to maintain, and that public displays of affection would ruin or distort that image. She gave him one final smile before changing the subject. "Exciting, is it not?" she said looking towards the ocean. "Are we about ready to depart?"


Mordahl hesitated to reply. This weakness he felt for Asha beginning to rise in his throat once more. She had spent the last 80 years studying and gathering information about other kingdoms and, naturally, she wanted to see them for herself. But Mordahl had an Empire to sustain, his instincts never betrayed him, she would have to accept that.
"I will, yes." Mordahl said, looking down at her. He was finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with her. "You will take four guards and make your way back to the Capital, and you will assume my authority and duties in my absence." Mordahl stated bluntly.


A mix of emotions began to slowly play out on Asha's face. At first she laughed, as if it was a sort of sick joke. But then, as she realized that Mordahl wasn't joking, her face twisted in anger.
"Are you kidding me!?" she exploded, attracting the attention of everyone on the docks. "You're going to let these.." she motioned toward the Lesser Demon guards. "..slack-jawed imbeciles accompany you to Sinifact, but leave me behind!?"


Mordahl fought the urge to shout back, he understood that this was hard news for her to hear, but he was also the Emperor, and would not be spoken to in such a manner.
"I need someone here, in Bakkar, that I can trust in my absence. I choose you, and you should consider it an honor..." Mordahl replied quietly, through gritted teeth.


Asha exhaled violently, turned from Mordahl, and raised her hands in disbelief.
"An honor!?" she screamed. All eyes were on Asha and the Emperor at this point "An Honor to be left behind in this barren shithole you call an Empire!?"


"ENOUGH!" Mordahl roared, anger consuming him, as he snatched her by her throat and raised her off the ground. Asha gripped his wrists, snarling and choking, in a futile effort to alleviate the pressure on her windpipe. A great conflict raged in Mordahl's mind. No one, ever, had spoken to Mordahl in such a way and lived. Yet as Asha's gasps for air became weaker and more labored, Mordahl's rage faded away as he realized he was killing her. In shock, Mordahl released her and Asha collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Mordahl wanted to kneel down and help her, and apologize for what he had done, but he had already damaged his image enough, and his pride kept him from doing so. He simply stood there, watching her.


All fell silent along the docks, the sound of waves gently sloshing against the rocks on shore, interrupted only by Asha's occasional deep gasps for breath.



Asha, eventually, rose and rushed to gather her things. A mix of anger, embarrassment, disbelief and betrayal etched on her face. Still panting, She brushed passed Mordahl, without saying another word or looking at him, and began walking toward the Capital. Hellstead's summoned by the Savage Hand stood available to utilize, but Asha walked passed them. Fading into the dusty wind of Bakkar.



Mordahl turned and faced his people, who all immediately looked away from him. Mordahl looked at his Field Marshal, the one who would be in charge of Mordahl's personal contingent of Lesser Demon's.
"Send four of your strongest to her. Now." Mordahl ordered. His tone unusually calm. "They are not to leave her side and are to ensure she makes it safely back to the Capital."


The Field Marshall promptly saluted and grabbed his four Demon's closest to him, kicking their backs and urging them toward Asha. No other words needed to be spoken.



Mordahl took pause to clear his head. He had to move on from this. There were more important things to focus on than his petty, trivial problems.
"Board your ships!" Mordahl ordered. "The Deep, Blue unknown awaits us!"


Returning everyone's thoughts to the voyage gave way to a slight cheer of approval, as everyone moved to their assigned ships. Captain Vander Salender motioned to his Lieutenants as they dropped the massive sails on their ships, each bearing the mark on the different tribes. At the sight of their tribal mark, each Chancellor led their Demon's in War song. Mordahl had the paint job done, on purpose, to give them the motivation they needed for what lied ahead. After all, it wasn't guaranteed they would all survive.



 
It had been some time since Damian and the Angel nearly came to blows in the darkest corner of the library. The two had ended their little squabble with gaining some insight into each other. Damian confirmed that Vali was an angel and probably a powerful one at that. He still was perplexed by the thought of him serving a demon he very well may be more powerful than but he assumed the angel was just a sketchy person. The only other conclusion he thought of was that Mordahl had figured something out about the angel that led to his life of servitude. He only pondered about it for a little bit as his main concern was getting back to Aga. The angel would come away with some valuable information as well. Damian was not a mere human by any stretch of the imagination and he had immense feelings for people he considered to be a friend. One would not threaten a powerful butler and the emperor in their home country over a friend if he did not exhibit strong feelings for the few he considered to be a friend.


Damian had got the information he required and he had made his way to the Flagship and he informed a few guards that he was here and the emperor had given him permission to join them on their journey. Damian had his hands behind his head and he always had this look on him that said he was completely vulnerable but it was a ruse. He had perfected the act while he was teaching himself assassination techniques because people tend to let their guard down when they believe they have the upper hand. The crisp air and the harsh smell of the sea hit him pretty hard and a look of displeasure crossed his face. He did not fear traveling but sea but he was not a fan of it. He leisurely strolled to the harbor and he found a moist crate that was taking a beating from the moisture and the occasional small wave hitting the bottom of it and he decided this would be a good place to observe since it allowed him the most vision of the area in front of him.



His eyes seemed to become more focused and sharper as he took in the scenery of everything being prepared for their voyage. He also had a new found respect for the emperor after having a conversation with the librarian. He did not agree with everything the guy did but he found that he had grown to respect him a little more. He took in the vessels and the elf, which he found curious. The elf seemed untrustworthy and he took a note of his face and his features. He leaned forwards as he watched and he was taking in every little detail. He observed their body language and the inflections of their voice to try and get an idea of what was going on since it was rather hard to hear with all the noise and the backdrop of the harsh ocean. "My my..a shady looking elf and the emperor of these lands seem to have an interesting relationship..I wonder if the big guy has threatened to kill him - probably has - he is a bit rough around the edges after all" He also was looking for Aga and he wasn't too worried about her since she was probably the most dangerous person in this country but he didn't like the fact Mordahl had talked to her alone but he would pry her for information later when they were reunited.


He glanced over he made sure to take special note of the interaction he had with one of the more gorgeous demons he had come across.Even he was caught by surprise as the young woman through a fit about something he could not hear. "
I wonder if he is going to kil-He let her go..interesting..it looks like you do have a soft spot after all..." A smirk crossed his face as he slowly started to stand up and his eyes watched as the demoness left and he took note of her body language and the look on her face. He decided this would be a good time to go and talk to the big guy as he casually walked over towards Mordahl. He had to squeeze through a few of the demons in the area but it was no trouble for him at all. He came to a stop a few feet behind Mordahl and didn't want to get too close since the emperor may not like that. A few seconds of silence would pass as he debated thinking about what to say until he let a small shrug escape his shoulders and decided to be himself. "Yo big guy..I came over to thank you for letting me get in the library and whatnot. I returned the book already and-- He leaned forwards a little bit and he put his right hand over his mouth so none of the demons could see or hear what he was going to say next --trouble in paradise? I know how that feels but hopefully you can mend that...I know..I know you have an image to maintain but she is quite gorgeous but anyways before you try and kill me. Have you seen Aga and I also wanted to" He wasn't teasing or had anything smart to do or say. He extended his right hand out to the emperor as a sign of respect and he honestly expected him not to shake it but it was worth a try. "I got to talk to a few people after getting the angel off my back and I like you a bit."


 

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Agatha stared back at the demon emperor. He seemed to be both irritated her her sleep question and amused. She nodded. "Thank you," she said, glad she wouldn't be deprived of her precious sleep while in employment of Mordahl. She listened carefully to his next answer. Agatha didn't say anything in reply, though the topic interested her very much. He seemed very powerful; not that she expected any less from the emperor. Agatha nodded. "Yes. We should go," she said.


Agatha and Mordahl went to the outside, into another room. A balding, middle aged elf was sprawled out comfortable on a chair. Agatha sighed. Looks like he's really relaxed, she thought in her head, envious at how he could be so relaxed during work. The elf had clearly emptied out various assortments of liquor that the room had. Mordahl and the elf greeted each other like old friends, despite the emperor's annoyance at the elf being a little too confident in coming inside. The elf called himself Vander, a captain of a fleet of ships and this nation's only access to trade and things outside their land.


Agatha stood quietly as she listened to their conversation. Vander was taking them to the Summit, where there would be some sort of meeting with other rulers and guests of other kingdoms? She didn't really get it. All she knew was that they were going to the summit. Once the two were finished with their conversation, they headed out and to the docks.






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Agatha and Mordahl entered the ship. "I shall find Damian," she said, looking for her red headed companion. He would be on the ship, of course, since they were going to the Summit with the rest of these people. Agatha's eyes darted around. She noticed Mordahl get in a bit of a fight with a girl who she had seen studying the ship. She watched as he lifted her up with his great strength, fingers curling around her throat as they tightened with rage. Only when the girl, whom she noted was called Asha, started dying noticably, he dropped her down. She gasped for air.


Agatha watched Mordahl and Damian talk, and went over. As she came closer to Asha, she knelt down quickly and took a bottle out. Agatha usually made poisons, yes, but sometimes made counter poisons as well. A poison she'd concoted a while ago made someone choke, to death. The counter poison opened up the windpipe fully, letting them breathe in lots of air until they could do it themselves normally. She poured the essential few drops down the girl's throat, before getting back up and heading to the emperor and her friend.






"Emperor, Damian," she said as she nodded her head. Her eyes darted towards Mordahl. "Things like that are unnecessary," she said, then left the topic. She looked at Damian, who didn't know about her employment with Mordahl yet. And he wouldn't, because it was confidential.





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Avalon listened intently to the fiery-haired woman share her views on art.
"Perhaps I should invest in an eisel and paint," she said, thinking about all the wonderful sceneries she could capture. Her piercing golden eyes shifted over to her knight, who had remained quiet until now. Due to the enclosed nature of the carriage, Ava was able to hear every word of their soft conversation."You're merciful for still keeping your Councilmen around. I would not have had the patience for such comments, and probably would have replaced them by now," she commented, amusement lighting up her eyes. "I'm sure as a woman in power surrounded by men, you must be accustomed to inflated egos," she added, relating to her completely.


After all, she had grown up with two older brothers who thought they were better than her in everything. Thus, almost anything they did when she was younger had turned into a heated competition. Even her father's Royal Advisors often viewed her with disdain, simply because she was female. She heard the King clear his throat deliberately next to her, and she knew that he probably thought she was speaking too casually with the Lady. However, Avalon felt rather comfortable talking informally with Hollidae, but perhaps that was why she had never been skilled in politics or diplomacy.



"Nor have I," Avalon replied when Hollidae explained how she had never traveled outside of Languor. "The farthest I've gone is to a few scattered villages in the outer regions of Aizen. I look forward to experiencing all the different cultures and lifestyles firsthand," she said, excitement in her voice. This was, after all, the main reason why she had agreed to come to the National Summit. "From what I've heard, the Summit will be a day-long event, but we have the rest of the night and that weekend to do whatever we please," she added, looking forward to the freedom that would entail.


"Lord Marvelle was a great man," King Eros replied politely, listening carefully to Hollidae's words about the possibility of an alliance. "Alliances, as you know, are often most ideal when they are mutually beneficial. I may be interested in possibly keeping the trade agreement that was in place between our Kingdoms when your father was in power," he carefully suggested. "Of course, I'm sure neither of us are able to guarantee anything at the moment, but perhaps we can find time this weekend for a more open discussion," he added vaguely. There was a reason a race as weak as the humans had survived just as well as the other species for the past thousands of years, and he was sure that they had more to contribute than they let on. Besides, increasing trade meant hopefully boosting their slowly declining economy and opening more jobs for merchants.


Avalon was a little taken off guard by Lady Hollidae's question, but she kept calm. The first memory that came to her head was the last time she saw him. It was the night before he was to leave Aizen and return to his own Kingdom, now that he had finished tending to whatever diplomatic duties that had brought him to the Elysian Empire in the first place. The deja vu had hit her like a brick. He always came and went as he pleased, leaving Avalon in a state of emotional despair every time he left. After all, his job as one of the Vampiric Royal Guards often required him to travel to other Kingdoms, only to return to the Oldest Ones once he had completed his assignment. This time, however, she knew she had to end it for the sake of her own well-being. Of course, that didn't exactly go well with him, and the two ended up in a rather vehement argument. The pent-up anger against him was still at the forefront of her mind, but underneath her resentment lied a naive flutter of hope and warmth that she wished she could squash.



The second, more brief memory that came to mind was a young man with red hair. He had been one of the only human victims Avalon had ever actually viewed with respect. But perhaps that was just because she was heart broken after the fight with her vampire lover, which had caused the pair to angrily go their separate ways. As a Succubus, her natural method of mending a broken heart was to seek out her next victim, but she hadn't expected it to be a human. And she certainly hadn't expected a loving friendship to form as a result.






"Just a couple of friends I haven't seen in ages,"
she replied curtly, the polite smile returning to her face. She would have expanded more had her father not been sitting right next to her. Avalon knew that he disapproved of anything that may block her path of potentially becoming the Heir, and that included the possible elopement to another Kingdom, according to the exaggeration of her parents. Like she would ever go anywhere with him after their last encounter.


"Unfortunately not this time," King Eros replied, a masked expression on his face. "She and the Prince have gone to the outer regions of Aizen to handle some issues with the villages there," he added vaguely. He didn't want to appear weak in the face of another Ruler, since a band of Incubi mercenaries savaging the lands didn't exactly give off the best impression. "What about you? How has your adjustment to the Throne been?" he asked, smoothly directing the conversation back onto her. "Will there be a Lord ruling by your side?" It was important to inquire about her marital status, as in this situation, a husband meant the Lord of an entire Kingdom. And that, of course, would heavily affect King Eros and his land.


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Some time had passed since Vali escorted the human around the castle. The two had ended their little squabble with gaining some knowledge each other in the process. Vali confirmed that Damian knew he wasn't just an angel that he wasn't just an angel that he was a type of being that was called a seraph and probably a powerful one at that. Vali acquired some valuable information as well. He knew Damian was not a mere human by any stretch of the imagination and he had immense feelings for people he considered to be a friend. One would not threaten a the emperor of this country over a simple acquaintance f if he did not exhibit strong feelings for the few he considered to be a friend.... no a comrade.


Vali had made his way to the Flagship and he was asked by a few guards why he wasn't he simply flying alongside the ship as it was said in the ancient tomes that angels had beautiful wings made of pure white feathers that unfurled from their backs. Had his hands been holding a blade he would have slit their faces from ear to ear completely, he instead told them he was an abnormal who did not have wings, As he boarded the ship with a smile that was quickly smothered by a bad memory of his last trip in the sea that involved a sea serpent. He did not fear the sea but he was not a fan of it. He strolled around the harbor and he made sure everything was well. He passed by the lazy "creature" Damian talking to himself like a madman, the only other bit of noise that bothered him was the known sound of the occasional wave splash and the songs of seagulls.



He took in the scenery of everything being prepared for their voyage. e. He took in the vessels and the elf. The elf seemed untrustworthy and he took a note of his face and his features. He tried to get an idea of what was going on since it was rather hard to hear with all the noise.
 
The Voyage to Sinifact (PART TWO)



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Mordahl found himself lost in thought as he watched his demon’s board their respective ships. His mind was still racing with thoughts of Asha. So much so that he barely heard the human assassin mention something about trouble in paradise. Almost subconsciously, Mordahl uttered a response barely audible.
“There will be no paradise as long as we remain here…” Mordahl turned to see Damian’s outstretched hand toward him, an annoying human tradition that signified friendship and respect. Surprisingly, Mordahl sensed that Damian was sincere in the gesture. The Assassin was a unique human. He spoke plainly to everyone without regard to position or status. He feared nothing, even when he was in the face of certain death. Mordahl respected this about him but couldn’t allow such an attitude to begin spreading. Mordahl wouldn’t shy away from a few public executions just to reestablish a respectable fear towards him, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Mordahl turned back toward the water, deciding not to return the gesture. “As soon as I step foot on that flagship we will depart.” Mordahl turned towards Damian. “I suggest you get aboard, Human.”


The planks of the wooden flagship creaked under the pressure of Mordahl’s steps. A determined looked etched on his face as he took his position next to Captain Salender. The sails bowed outward, catching the northern wind, as if they were urging the ships forward. He looked to his left and right, receiving the signal from his Chancellor’s that all of his Demon’s were on board and ready.
“At your command, Vander.” Mordahl stated.


The elf nodded and unveiled a golden bugle, which he placed onto his lips and blared a brilliant sound, which seemed to echo for miles. Deckhands on board each ship unsheathed long scimitars and cut the restraints that had secured the ships to the docks. And with that….they were off. The ships lurched forward and cleared each of their individual ports within seconds.



It didn’t take too long for the dusty, gloomy setting of Bakkar to fade away and reveal a blue sky and shining sun. The Demon’s on board had to squint as they slowly acclimated to sharper colors and intense sun light. The water was so calm that Mordahl barely felt the ship sway at all, which he knew would change in a few hours. Mordahl looked over at Vander, who steered the ship with barely any effort.
“What do you anticipate for this trip?” Mordahl asked, breaking the silence.


Captain Vander Salender looked at Mordahl with a questionable look, as if the answer should be obvious, but decided to humor him anyway.
“Well..” Vander began. “In approximately three hours we can expect the surf to get more violent and the wind to get a little choppier.” He took out a flask containing some type of liquid and drank a gulp of its contents. “And it’ll only get worse from there. Once we’re about an hour from reaching Sinifact, the weather will calm.” Vander took one more swallow from his flask before capping it and putting it away. “Are your men..” Vander stopped to correct himself. “..I mean, are your Demon’s ready man the ores if required?”


Mordahl nodded.
“They are.” The sails on these ships were rated for gale-force winds and beyond, but they weren’t indestructible. In the event of catastrophic loss to the primary, secondary, and tertiary sails, they would have to move the ship manually, by ores. Otherwise, the ship would be at the mercy of the ocean, and be placed wherever the water took them. Luckily, his Demon’s were strong enough to handle such a task. A task Mordahl hoped wouldn’t be required. Captain Salender, always, traveled around the heart of the storm when he could for safety. In the open seas, the weather was always challenging. But it was manageable with a properly built ship. What they were doing, now, was traveling straight for Sinifact with no detours. The waters directly between that continent and Bakkar were excessively violent and unpredictable, and where legends of the unknown lie in wait. The voyage would be harrowing but fast, whereas the other option would be safer but time consuming. This is why Mordahl preferred Salender. He was the only Captain Mordahl knew that could traverse this section of ocean while also minimizing his losses.


The voyage continued without incident. The ships and their Captains maintained an impressively straight line. Occasionally, one would pull ahead of the other, but would quickly fall back into the line with the Flagship. All was quiet, until Mordahl’s Field Marshal broke the silence.
“What in the hell!?” he exclaimed. Mordahl looked up, and realized that the pleasantries were about to be over. A mile, perhaps, into the distance, waves almost as tall as the flagship seemed to dance up and down, to a beat no-one could hear.


Captain Salender noticed it as well and blared three incredibly loud notes from his bugle. The ships in his command began to increase their horizontal distance, to avoid crashing into each other.
“Raise the Port and Starboard stabilizers!” Vander ordered. His deckhands sprinted to their tasks, running to the deck and taking hold of ropes, three to each side, who then proceeded to pull downward. The result of that, was a second wall rising on each side of the ship, casting a shadow on the deck and making it where only the Captain and Mordahl could see the water ahead. The other ships followed suite, and erected their stabilizers.


When the waves were nearly upon them, Mordahl crouched and gripped the railing of the ship. He looked down at the deck to see his Demon’s still walking about.
“Field Marshal! Get these Demon’s secured or get them below decks! Now!” The Field Marshal saluted and ordered the Demons to assume similar crouching positions around the deck. Mordahl looked up at the waves. They were nearly upon them. In 3..


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The ship lurched violently to the right. The spray from the wave pouring over the left stabilizing wall and soaking the deck. A Lesser Demon was thrown head-first through the air and into the right stabilizing wall, snapping his neck. The Demon fell onto the deck. Lifeless.
“Goddamnit...” Mordahl muttered. The ocean had already claimed its first victim. Mordahl adjusted his footing as the ship, then, lurched to the left. Mordahl looked up and began to truly admire the genius behind this ships design. As the ship would lean to the right and left, the mast holding the sails would tilt, ever so slightly, in the opposite direction. This allowed the sails to, not only, pull the ship forward, but also help pull it back into an upright position.


Captain Salender steered the ship and, with a joystick, controlled the tilt of the mast with methodic and surgical precision that only a true veteran could perform. Every elf and demon on deck gasped in a sickening moment of freefall, following a wave that brought the ship up and seemed to drop them. The ship groaned under the stress of the impact, but continued to hold firm.



Mordahl glanced to his left and right. When the waves would give way on each side, he could see the ships closest to them, several hundred meters out. He was unable to see the ships beyond that. From what he saw, however, the other ships appeared to be in operable condition. Mordahl looked back on the deck and noticed that the elves and demons kept glancing at the dead corpse that bounced around.
“Field Marshal!” Mordahl screamed. But the raging ocean drowned out his powerful voice. The Field Marshal and the other Demon’s gripped their positions along the rail with a vigor. Mordahl pulled out his mace, channeled a searing heat through it, and ignited the stagnant lava within. The ensuing brightness caught the Field Marshal’s attention. Mordahl motioned to the corpse and pointed at the floor, signaling that he wanted the corpse to be put below decks, out of sight. It was a risky command, given the current state of things, but the corpse was demoralizing everyone, and they needed everyone at their best right now. The Field Marshal, reluctantly, saluted but hesitated. He visibly took three deep breaths and then rushed toward the corpse, scooping it up and then disappearing below deck. A few moments later, the Marshal reemerged and rushed back to his position along the rail, panting with adrenaline.


Hours passed and the weather continued to get worse. The waves finally grew to their legendary size. Pulling the ship high into the air and then plunging them back down. The wind seemed to rip violently in all directions and everything on the ship that hadn’t been strapped down properly quickly fell overboard. The deck was slick with vomit at this point and even Mordahl, on a couple of occasions, felt it rising in his throat as well. Captain Salender eventually sounded his bugle with one, long, blaring note. This signal, apparently, told the deckhands to drop the secondary and tertiary sails to relieve the pressure on the primary.



As the sails were deployed Mordahl glanced over at Salender, who shot him a concerned look. Suddenly, the bow took contact with an abruptly sharp wave that knocked everyone off their feet. An unfortunate elven deckhand that was tying down the rope to secure one of the sails was flung into the air and over the stabilizing wall. “Man overboard!” the other deckhands exclaimed looking up at the Captain, but he just continued looking forward and steering the ship. What were they going to do about it anyway? He was gone. Frantic pointing and gesturing toward the front of the ship drew Mordahl’s attention. The demons at the bow of the ship were screaming something, but the raging storm was drowning them out. Eventually, the other demons and deckhands echoed the message back to the bridge. The front of the ship was taking in water.



Captain Salender was visibly shaken at the announcement as the ship continued to lurch violently left and right, up and down. He needed to find some way to level the ship for a few seconds so his deckhands could patch the breach. An idea popped into his head, but his look of concern didn’t go away. Salender glanced at Mordahl and yelled.
“Emperor, I need you to pass the message for everyone to get below decks. Now!” he exclaimed.


Mordahl nodded and ignited the lava in his mace once again, drawing the attention of his Field Marshal. Mordahl made a circular motion with his index finger and then pointed toward the ground, signaling that everyone on the deck needed to get below decks. The Field Marshal saluted and began barking orders. A few seconds later, the deck was empty.



Captain Salender looked up at a massive wave the barreled toward them. They had already passed over multiple waves like this one, but he was about to do something desperate. They had to get that hole patched or they wouldn’t make it to Sinifact. Salender looked at Mordhal with a grim look on his face.
“Mordahl.” He said with a shaky voice. “Hold on.”


As soon as the wave was upon them, Salender pulled a lever that dropped an anchor attached on the starboard side, and then turned the ship hard right. Violently wasn’t the word to describe how hard the anchor pulled the ship right. There was no level of preparation for the momentum that such a force carried. Salender had strapped himself to the wheel and was tossed airborne from the turn only to promptly hit the floor afterwards. Salender shook off the impact and scrambled back to helm as the ship began riding WITH the wave. Salender pulled another lever which disconnected the anchor from the ship, which almost caused him to lose control. Incredibly, Salendar now had the ship steady at 45 degrees, surfing with the wave. Salender blared 5 rapid notes with his bugle and the deckhands came pouring out onto the deck, moving toward the bow of the ship to repair the breach.



Seconds felt like hours as the deckhands worked. The ship cracked and moaned under the pressure but, amazingly, it still managed to stay together. Mordahl looked out onto the wave and could see where the wave dropped off. He stood and ran toward the deckhands.
“What’s taking so long?” Mordahl demanded as he arrived at their position. The elven deckhand looked up at him in horror before speaking. “Emperor, this breach is coming from the bilge!” Mordahl looked back at the elf, puzzled and annoyed. “Speak plainly, fool! I don’t know what that is!” The elf stood and extended his arms outward. “The bottom! It’s coming from the bottom! We need more time to reach it!” Mordahl ran back to the bridge, straight to Salender. “They say the breach is coming from the bottom of the ship. They need more time.”


“You mean the bilge?” Salender inquired.


Mordahl exhaled violently in annoyance.
“No! I mean the fucking bottom of the ship! The bottom! I’m calling it the bottom, because that’s how you describe the bottom of something. The bottom!”


Salender shook his head.
“We don’t have any more time.” He replied grimly.


Mordahl looked out and saw that the wave was dropping off.
“Can you do it again?” Mordahl asked, implying that they should find another wave to ride.


Salender, again, shook his head.
“She can’t hold together for another maneuver like that, and frankly...” Salender looked up at Mordahl. “… I was pretty damn lucky the first time.”


Mordahl gritted his teeth and glared out into the raging ocean. There had to be something they could do. He refused to accept that this was the end of his life. The ship fell off of the wave and crashed into the water below. Remarkably, the ships frame held together, but the breach had obviously grown wider as water now began bubbling up all over the deck. And then suddenly, as if destiny had heard Mordahl’s thoughts, the ocean began to calm. The flagship lurched left and right a couple more times before coming to rest upright, in calm waters. Mordahl and the rest of the crew were visibly shocked at the sudden change, as they were still a couple hours from reaching Sinifact. Mordahl heard a muffled cheer come from his left as he saw the Ebon Sun and its crew still alive. A quick scan revealed that all the ships were now visible and still operational, although scattered about.



“Repair the breach!” Salender urged his crew. “Now!” the deckhands shook off their shock and jumped to their tasks, rappelling over the side of the ship to get to the breach. “Something isn’t right..” Salender muttered, as the demons came out from under the ship and cheered in victory.


Mordahl didn’t cheer, because he agreed with Salender that something was wrong. Never had the ocean been so calm this far from shore. The deck hands continued their work as the ships continued forward. Mordahl’s Field Marshal ordered all the demons to grab buckets to help keep water off of the deck. Mordahl looked up at Salender, suspicion still etched on his face.



And then it happened… a bump. Everyone gasped as the ship rocked forward. The wind became still as death and the sails fell limply on the mast.
“No!” Salender exclaimed as horror overcame him. “No! Deploy the ores! We must keep moving!”


Mordahl had seen that look of fear on Salender’s face once before. It was the same look that he had when they talked about….



Another bump rocked the ship, knocking some off of their feet. Mordahl stood and shouted at his demons.
“Do as he says you imbeciles! Get on the ores and move the ship!” His demons snapped to, as they assumed their positions, five on each side, and ejected the ores from their stationary positions. The long ores shot out and the paddles splashed into the water. The Field Marshal began barking a series of timed commands as he paced up and down the deck. Each command telling the demon when to lift the ores and when to pull. The ship moved once more, until an ore was ripped out of the hands of a demon who sat frozen in shock. The stern of the ship lurched upward and came crashing back down.


“I’ve lost rudder controls!” Salender announced.


Mordahl urged his demons onward.
“Faster!” he commanded. Even if they could no longer steer, they still needed to keep moving.


For whatever reason, that is when the beast decided to reveal itself. It rose from the port side of the ship. A massive serpent of some sort that glared down upon them with rows of razor sharp teeth. Following a loud roar, the beast opened its mouth and sprayed the deck with water. Demons that were one the deck were pushed across from the pressure and overboard as they fell screaming into the ocean.



Mordahl extended his hand toward the beast, his arm igniting as he fired a rapid volley of fire at the monstrosity, drawing its attention. The balls of fire pelted the beast harmlessly as it reared back and launched itself at Mordahl. Mordahl gripped his mace and countered the beast’s strike with one of his own, sending it reeling back a roaring in rage. Keeping its distance now, the beast’s tail came over the starboard side of the flagship and around the port side, as it tightened its hold on the ship. The stabilizers on both sides bent and eventually snapped under the pressure from the beast, sending splinters in various directions and killing a handful of the crew. The serpent continued the squeeze the ship, intent on snapping it in half. Mordahl shouted at the beast in anger and continued hitting it with fire. But it was ineffective. The Field Marshal and the other demons stood, ready to fight, but also helpless as they could not control fire like Primes could.



Captain Salender watched helplessly as the beast was destroying his ship. He could hear the ship cracking and buckling under the beast’s powerful constriction. In an act of desperation, Salender pulled another lever on his control board which disconnected the mast, which held the sails, from the ship. The mast creaked and groaned as it tumbled over and fell upon the serpents body.



The beast roared in pain as it released its grip and ascended higher into the air, so that it was looking down onto the deck.



Mordahl covered his head and gripped the rail tightly as the serpent opened its massive mouth and sprayed water onto the ship once more. Even for Mordahl, this was painful, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Suddenly, the water stopped and Mordahl looked up to see the Ebon Sun ship moving swiftly toward them. Chancellor Lamrun and her Primes summoned massive volleys of lava which were hitting the serpent with enough force to send it roaring back into the ocean, giving them a small moment of respite. Mordahl glanced to the right to see Captain Salender lying motionless on the floor. He rushed over to him and placed his fingers along the major artery along his neck. He still had a pulse. Mordahl ran down to the deck to get Salender help, only to see that his Field Marshal was the only one left standing, and even he was gripping his midsection as if his ribs were broken. Demons and Elves lay sprawled about. Mordahl couldn’t tell who was and wasn’t still alive. Mordahl ran back up to the deck to see the beast had emerged once again, in hot pursuit of the Ebon Sun. Chancellor Lamrun and her tribe was giving the beast all they had. Never had Mordahl witnessed anything that could withstand such firepower. For all of their effort, all it seemed to do was make the beast angrier. The beast submerged and reemerged, like a blur, in front of their ship. With no time to react, they crashed into the beast. The ship broke into two-halves and quickly began to sink. Chancellor Lamrun and her Primes quickly took flight, in an attempt to escape, only to get plucked out of the air by the beast, one by one as it swallowed their bodies whole. Chancellor Lamrun and four other Primes made it to Mordahl on his broken flagship and tumbled onto the deck.
“Emperor!” Lamrun exclaimed, obviously happy to see him. “Good to see you’re alive!”


“Don’t celebrate yet Chancellor.” Mordahl replied motioning to the serpent who was barreling towards them. Lamrun and her Primes opened fire once again with fire and lava, apparently doing minimal damage to the beast. Mordahl drew his mace and assumed a fighting stance. The serpent brushed off Lamrun’s attacks and snapped toward Mordahl. With all of his might, Mordahl swung his mace….and missed.


The next thing Mordahl knew, he was in the sky clamped firmly between the beast’s jaw. Mordahl felt immense pressure on his armored leg and the serpent was attempting to chew through it. Mordahl channeled a searing flame through his mace and pressed it against the serpent’s gums. Mordahl felt the beast lurch in pain and growl, but would not relent. Finally, the beast opened its mouth and clamped down with more force. This time, the armor around Mordahl’s left thigh broke apart and the serpents fang went through it, puncturing through his flesh.



Mordahl cried out in rage and began pounding against the creatures fang with his fists. The tooth, to his surprise, actually began to give way. Apparently, the serpent felt it to because it decided to return to the ocean to finish Mordahl off. Mordahl inhaled as much air as he could before submerging and gripped the beast’s tooth. He was dragged deep underwater, and Mordahl realized that he didn’t have enough time to break the tooth and return to the surface. Thinking quickly, Mordahl remembered something.



The lava in his mace.



Mordahl took his mace, aimed it down the serpent’s throat, and began emptying the lava which was held magically within. In seconds, the lava cooled to rock in the serpent’s throat and began to choke it. The beast lurched violently about and began making its way back to the surface, unable to breathe. The rock continued to build inside it’s throat until no space was left. The serpent never made it to the surface before finally suffocating. Mordahl used the bottom of the serpent’s jaw to brace against the tooth that still had him clamped in. With desperate might, he broke the tooth from the mouth of the beast. With the fang still deeply lodged in his thigh, Mordahl swam desperately for the surface. His vision began to blur as his body ran out of air. It was around that time when Mordahl realized that he wasn’t going to make it. The surface was to too far away and without the help of his left leg, it was futile.



Even as everything became dark Mordahl continued to swim upward, until he felt a hand make contact with his. Mordahl felt more hands around him as he was being pulled to the surface. Mordahl blacked out.



When he regained consciousness, he saw Chancellor Saxahar standing over him with an ecstatic look on his face. Mordahl could hear voices but they all seemed very distant and muffled.
“I’ll be damned, Emperor.” Saxahar said giving him a firm jab to the chest. “Just when I was thinking that demoness back home was making you soft.” Saxahar laughed and propped Mordahl up. “Come on, my Lord, you gotta get that water out.”


Mordahl began violently coughing up water that had entered his lungs until his chest became sore.
“The….others….” Mordahl choked, trying to talk. “…what…is there status?”


Chancellor Fridohn approached and knelt down next to Mordahl.
“All of your Chancellor’s are alive and well. Captain Salender is in critical condition and needs medical aid. Other than him, your Field Marshal, you, and a couple others, no one else survived on the flag ship.”


“The Ebon Sun’s ship was completely destroyed, loss of all hands except for Lamrun and four of her Prime’s” Saxahar continued. “The other ships all experienced a few losses, this shit was crazy.”


Mordahl tried to stand but fell back down when his left leg gave out. He noticed that the fang had been removed and his leg was bandaged up.
“We need…to get moving….toward Sinifact.” Mordahl rasped.


“Chancellor Duurenthaal is already on it.” Fridohn reassured, ushering Mordahl back down and placing the serpent’s fang on his lap. “We’re towing the Flagship, which we’re now using as a casualty collection point, with our vessel, we should arrive in Sinifact in a few minutes.”


Mordahl held up the fang with both of his hands and observed it. Had he really slain the giant serpent and survived? Mordahl slowly began laughing, subtly at first, which then erupted into a roar of hysteria. Saxahar and Fridohn started laughing as well, amazed that they had survived.



The Emerald Docks of Sinifact would soon be company to pure devastation. Multiple dead and injured requiring medical aid and ships requiring extensive repair. Mordahl, with a slight limp, led his Chancellor’s onto the docks. The green grasslands and jungles of the Elven Kingdom were before them.



They had arrived.



 
It is true that Hollidae was sick of her inept Council and has considered, on many occasions, varying options that would release herself of their disrespect and idiocy. However, immediately removing everyone on the Council the moment one took power seemed a bit harsh and distrustful. Her capabilities as a ruler were apparently being questioned long before she even knew that the responsibility would be her's, when her great grandfather first began to show signs of aging, nearly two decades earlier. It was her hope that the current Council had stayed together for such a long period of time for a reason, and not that the old man had gone senile and not realized what useless fools he was surrounded with.


"I'm surprised you have not had the opportunity to travel, though I suppose a life seated within reach of the throne has many more drawbacks than we like to admit."


It was true that prior to being crowned, traveling through Languor was as simple as going for a walk. But there was good reason for this. The people of Languor had no knowledge of their future ruler - at least, no visual knowledge. While they were a people of paintings and sculpture, artistic depictions of the royal family under certain guidelines or prior to crowning were forbidden. Hollidae's own parents had their first portrait painted on their wedding day. The only evidence of their only child's existence was the painting of Lady Amelia and Lord Sven holding their newborn child, who's gender was never eluded to. Lord Marvelle had sanctioned extremely strict ordinances when it came to the publicity of his family, not being particularly fond of how generations before had flaunted their power in search of revelry.


Hollidae's gaze flickered over the demon king who sat across from her Knight. Her head bowed as a silent form of gratitude for his kind words about her great grandfather, someone she had known well enough to call Father.


Beside her, Borius was finding it difficult to keep a stoic face. He was secretly entertained by the conversation each time it veered towards politics. The Council members would surely be trampling over one another in a blind rage if they were to find out that their 'Uneducated Princess' - the endearing term they imposed upon their leader - was considering such important matters without their knowledge. It was difficult for him to decide if he should keep the knowledge to himself, or somehow let slip a short portion of the private conversation so that the Lady might finally have a reason to be rid of them.


"I have no doubt we will find the time for such a discussion." A pleasant smile rested upon her pale colored lips. It would be beneficial to resume the earlier trade agreements, if not add to them. Languor's citizens were growing impatient as certain resources - or frivolities, depending on whose eyes were looking - began to dwindle. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure if alliances should be made before or after the main Summit meeting. It would be nice to go in with at least one ally, but what if each had other alliance considerations that clashed? She would have to wait and see how the next few days progressed.


Hollidae's eyes betrayed an understanding glint upon hearing Avalon's short response. Her attention returned to the King's explanation of his wife's absence. "Surely, everything will be resolved with ease. The people often act with discretion in the presence of their leaders." Her nose then wrinkled in consideration, something she had done since she was a child. "The transition has been... Interesting. Surprising, really. Lord Marvelle kept me fairly sheltered from the political world, so when I learned that I was his successor, I'm not sure if I felt overwhelmed or... Aggravated." A melodic chuckle bounced off the walls of the carriage and escaped through the cracked windows. The man known as Lord Marvelle, reigning ruler of the Kingdom of Languor for nearly a century, had raised a rambunctious, sarcastic, and periodically hostile, little girl all on his own, long after the age that any human would be expected to care for a child. The fiery redhead was the offspring of his granddaughter and inherited her demeanor and mannerisms, even if she had spent only a short few years with the woman that was her mother. "I sometimes thought his ways were old and outdated," she remembered each time he would correct her attitude or inform her that 'a proper ruler would not act that way'. "But when I learned that I would be crowned, it was as if a small light had flickered to life in my mind and I suddenly understood."


As she spoke, her gaze had wandered to take in the landscape, nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings, though she quickly pushed it away. Instead, she gave a small, perhaps uncertain laugh. "A Lord? Who knows. The one person I had ever considered in such a way seemed to," her hands rose, fingertips pressed together, before spreading out as if to say 'poof', "disappear." Borius cocked a brow at this statement, obviously completely oblivious to the fact that such a man had even existed. His curiosity was piqued. "Perhaps there will be someone of interest at the Summit." It was doubtful, considering most other races weren't all that fond of the humans.


Glancing back towards the window, she shifted slightly in the seat. So many wonderful landscapes were racing past that it was almost a shame to be couped up in a carriage. But now, as ruler, she would be able to travel at her leisure. More or less. So the passing villages and varying biomes could wait. "I had calculated the length of the trip on foot, but I'm not quite sure how long it will be by carriage?" Bright orbs rested on the pair across from her, expecting either to answer. Unlike some, she did not consider youth and age to be a defining factor in knowledge and had a feeling that the younger of the two probably had the trip planned down to the second, clearly more excited. There was no doubt they had already traveled a great distance, but the lack of territorial knowledge made it difficult to estimate.
 
It would seem that the travelers that from the Red kingdom that quite the journey across the sea to get to their destination. A few people would be questioning the assassin because he seemed to disappear from all the excitement and no one could figure out what exactly he did, where he went, or how he did it. Aga might have a clue as to how he managed to escape most of the dangers of their trip but let's just say he had managed to stick very close to Mordahl until he had been tossed overboard and he decided to stick close with someone else. Damian spent his time hiding to observe Mordahl carefully since that was the best way he could think of a game plan to kill someone if he had to. He had even developed a way to kill Aga but she was on his do not kill list for several reasons: They were close friends in his opinion and he was absolutely afraid to fight her when she was getting serious. He has had one too many close calls with his teasing and pissing her off. The assassin stepped onto the dock and he seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere behind one of the demons that had managed to survive the journey across the ocean. His usual sly- smirk had returned to his face as he walked up behind and besides Mordahl. His tone was back to his teasing with an undertone of sarcasm as he spoke to the emperor. "My my one at this summit better not piss you off..Big guy...you're liable to kill them all after the display you showed against that sea monster..impressive..I am just glad it wasn't like a giant sea turtle or anything like that..I would have killed you all and fed you to him to appease him." He patted Mordahl on the back lightly as he walked passed him and he wasn't sure what he had told Aga but he would figure it out eventually.


He took a few steps ahead of them and he waved to them nonchalantly over his shoulder before he leaned forwards and he let out a sneeze and he growled a little as another sneeze was given before he stood straight back up slowly and he let out a little sigh. "
I guess I am on a lot of people's mind..oh no...that probably means someone is gonna try to kill me here..why oh why would anyone want to kill me.." His tone and playfulness might be enough to drive anyone mad but it was just how he was. A small shrug was given as he turned and he glanced towards the city of the Sinifact and it had been a long time since he had been here and a large grin was given as a thought crossed his mind. He opened his right hand and slammed his closed left hand into it as the idea struck him. "I am going to go drink my ass off and forget about all the scary powerful people I met in the Red Kingdom before I go and beg...Her Highness to let me read that got damn book..last time they named a price that was unseasonable and these elves are hard to sneak up on so I couldn't just steal it.." He just moved past the port and he often left Aga without a goodbye. It was a signature of his since he hated to say goodbyes. The red-head would soon be lost among the crowd of people as he headed to his favorite bar in the city but little did he know this summit was probably going to reunite him with two women from his past that had a profound effect on how he acted.
 
The sound of howling wind was nothing short of comforting to Kaenirin as she stood in the main entrance hall of her own Palace. The abnormally sunny weather had very quickly greyed into the overcasted skies that her kingdom knew all too well. There was no rain as of yet, but thick clouds that filtered the dim afternoon light. Cool air that smelled like fresh rain blew tendrils of platinum hair out of the Queens sharp face as she glared through the main doors. She had demanded that they be open, to watch her visitors arrive. Next to her stood Yaraal, her main border... Informant. The elf was reasonably tall, which proved extremely odd to Kaenirin simply because he led a fleet of archers, which normally resided in the Euphoria trees. How the lengthy man before her was able to hide in trees, she knew not.





"But he's not royalty? Of course those bastards will never show their faces. Don't they have any royals that aren't senile? I was sure they had some sort of Prince... Oh well. At least they bothered to send someone this time. I've never met a vampire before. Well, one that wasn't complete scum. I still can't believe Haen was attacked on the western border last year. That's never happened before. Odd red eyes... How creepy. That's what has kept me from expanding that border. I don't want to expel the starving vermin that inhabit it." Kaenirin said with a mock shudder. "As for the demons, that's simply terrible. I am unsure of why Salender didn't tell Mordahl about the legend of Kanthu. Aggressive big boy, isn't he." Cold emerald eyes flitted downward as she added, "I suppose he should have heeded my fifteen person limit. Perhaps he's within my standards now that a few have been picked off."


"My Queen, Lady Hollidae as well as the Eros family will be arriving within the hour as well." Yaraal said politely, surveying the same area as her with crossed arms. "They came together, actually." He added. Kaenirin nodded with a curious expression. "How odd. Avalon is around the same age as the human, is she not?" "I believe she is. Not too far off, at least." Came Yaraal's deep reply. The blonde didn't respond for awhile, lost in her calculating thoughts. "Four of my five guests have been accounted for. Any word from little Miss Victoria? The RSVP said that she'd be attending along with her mother." She asked eventually, her voice indifferent. "I have not seen them traveling, nor heard that they were from any others."


"I suppose they'll be late then. I could see why she'd be shaking in her training bra at the thought of being in the same room as Mordahl." Kaenirin chuckled before gesturing to the large steel gate that adorned her front courtyard- the main entrance to her home. "Open the gate then, and start welcoming them all in. Station a guard by the gate to monitor the numbers as I requested them. Ensure that everyone signs the guest book. Even the escorts. If anyone has over fifteen people, you are to let fifteen of them in and the rest are to be shown to their living quarters. I have given Dener paintings of each ruler, so no impostors are to be let in. Inform the escorts that everyone will first be seated in the main dining hall for dinner. If anything else occurs, you are to inform me personally. I'll be in my chambers, for the time being. You'd better keep everything in order, or this is going on you." The blonde said threateningly before turning away.


A small frown settled onto the Queens face as she climbed the spiral staircase that led to her chambers. That frown seemed permanent by now. She wore it constantly, no matter what her emotion was. Even as her maid slipped her favorite dress over her head and laced the corset back, she felt pride in her appearance that was only portrayed with a subtle frown. Her hair was down, hanging all the way to her waist in platinum waves. She rarely wore her hair down, only for special occasions. It wasn't that she didn't like it, she simply had been put into the ideal that a queen was never to let her hair down. It was a symbol of fun and laziness. Well, not really. Most elves were accustomed to having long hair that was worn down. Even the men. To Kaenirin it was just a formality that made her seem more serious, despite the fact that she thought her hair was beautiful.


A small knock was heard on the door, and the Queen gestured for the maid to open it. Unsurprisingly, Yaraal stood behind it as it was timidly pulled open. "Your parents have arrived, your Majesty. Where will you have them seated?" He asked.


"Seat them near the vampires. I'd like to know a bit more about them." Kaenirin replied, standing up after glancing at herself in the mirror one last time. "I will accompany you to greet them, that way I can greet my other guests as they arrive." She added, taking Yaraal's arm as he escorted her back downstairs. Nearly half of the way down, Kaenirin could already spot her parents among the servants that bustled about in preparation. They were easy to spot partly because of their looks, and partly because they were encircled by a bubble of people on their knees. It was obvious that the previous rulers were still deeply respected by their subjects, just as they respected Kaenirin. Though she was feared a bit more, her subjects still respected her for how much she had done for them.


"Oooh, my Kae! Look at you! I love it when you wear your hair down, darling. It puts a bit of life into those dead green eyes of yours. Your eyes were so happy when you were my cute little pointy eared angel!" Xandra gushed, rushing towards her daughter and grabbing her face to place a kiss on each cheek. You could certainly tell the two were related, though Xandra's hair was closer to a caramel color. Also in contrast to her daughter, the elven woman wore a large smile that reached her emerald eyes- the exact ones that she had passed down to Kaenirin. "Oh mother, stop it. I'm perfectly happy." Said woman spoke as she turned her attention to her father. A small grin graced her face, despite how she didn't want to. Her mother had a way of making everyone around her smile.


"Your mother is right, Kaenirin. You're simply beautiful. I'm sure every other elf in the kingdom agrees." Said Araak, giving his daughter a playful look and wrapping his arms around her for a brief hug. "I heard the Eros boy is coming tonight. Perhaps you'll take interest. A marriage between kingdoms hasn't occurred within the last thousand years. Think of how much shared land that would be. The best kind of alliance is one formed through marriage, my dear." The man chuckled into her ear as he embraced her. Kaenirin's only response was to push him away with an exasperated shake of her head. "Most men would never advise their daughter to have relations with an incubus. Am I your child, or an object of business?" She asked, feigning hurt as she escorted the two to their seats with a small chuckle.


Once she was sure her parents were taken care of, the blonde made her way back to the entrance hall. Drinks were being put out, one of which she gladly took from the tray of a passing servant. It was Akleja, which was an ale that was brewed locally. In elven tongue, it stood for 'Liquid Death' because too much of it would make one sleep like the dead. She remembered Feyril drinking it when he came home from war. He'd sleep for up to three days afterwards, before waking up and having her cook for him. Never would he let the cooks do it, only her. She'd make him soup from Euphoria root to cure his hangover. She'd even had the ingredients ready on the occasion that he fought on the outskirts of Sanctum, when they were mid-civil war due to lack of food in the northern villages. Her beloved brother never came home though, so the ingredients were never used for their intended purpose.


A shake of her head brought the Queen back to reality as she looked at a painting of her brother on the wall. Perhaps she was meant to rule this kingdom. Why else would both of her brothers be taken from her? Her happiness was the cost of putting this kingdom back where it was today. No more hunger, no more poverty. Until she joined her brother in paradise, she needed not happiness. She needed to do her job.


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