Changes, they come along when the boredom sets in. Changes were the only constant he had, and the only way to frame time correctly in his mind. The Prince, the Angel, the Exile, the Wanderer, the Demon, all masks and roles he had assumed in his lifetimes. Currently he was finding himself without a specific role to play. He had no reason to stay in the human world, and nothing to tie him to the world anymore. The boredom had set in, and it was time for things to change.
In the human world, he had started so many tasks to occupy his time; it was hard to imagine becoming bored. After awhile though the monotony, and repetition chipped away at even the excitement of a hunt. Nothing seemed to take the boredom away anymore. Moments of distraction when he was able to spend them with Her could make him forget, but they were becoming few and far between. Humans were a good way to kill time while he was away from Her, and release the anger and frustration that welled up when he couldn't feel Her body relax completely against his own. Legs intertwined after a violent and bloody fuck as they lay together in the bliss of it all. Fuck he missed her. They weren't actually together, yet he missed Her. Things with them were... complicated to say the least. There was nowhere else that he would rather be than in that moment, soaked in sweat and honey with her warm, sweet... stop. He closed his eyes, trying to remind himself what he was doing in this current moment.
Black eyes opened to glance at the restrained and stripped woman that had been hung by her feet inside the fireplace. Kneeling down, he summoned a small orange flame, and held it just before the pile of sticks that lay below her dangling fiery red hair. "Stop!" Her assistant Pleaded from his place tied to the chair behind the demon.
"You know what will make me stop....." He spoke in a distant voice, brushing the fingers of his other hand through the girl's hair. "Her hair already looks like fire, think you'll be able to tell the difference when I light it?" He asked with a tilted head, and genuinely curious tone. The man only continued to plead, causing the Demon's head to snap quickly in the direction of the man. "I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION GOD DAMNIT!" He growled loudly and angrily before turning back to the girl. "He's so rude, isn't he? How do you put up with him?" He asked in a gentle tone. The girl only whimpered in response.
"I'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt her!" The man Screamed, obvious fear and pain in his voice. A dark and sinister smile formed on his face as he pulled the rope to release the girl, and cause her to fall onto the pile of sticks. Her skirt, and white shirt were covered in soot from the chimney. She tried to crawl away, but was caught by her hair, and pulled back against the demon. She was in her early twenties, the same age as many girls he had played with over the centuries.
"Speak...." The Demon said, locking his black eyes on the man as he pulled a knife from his boot, and ran the edge lightly across the girl's skin.
"Under... Under the foundation." The man spoke hesitantly, pausing as he watched the man with his asisstant. The demon's hand gripped her throat firmly as he licked her cheek.
"You know she's a pretty girl, I might fuck her if you keep fucking me around like this." The knife slowly moved down the girl's chest, and continued until it reached the edge of her skirt. The Man looked on in horror as the knife began to lift up the skirt.
"Under the master bedroom, there is a door in the closet that leads to a secret room. It's right there..." The man's voice broke off as he began to sob. "Please..." he begged. The demon only rolled his eyes in response, and nipped at the girl's earlobe.
"You think he's telling the truth?" He asked the girl. She nodded, and remained completely frozen in fear. Tears ran down her cheek, the Demon licked them up with a grin. "Don't go turning me on now! May not be able to control what I do to you..." He smirked wickedly. "Oh who am I kidding, I knew the second I saw you that I wanted to play with you." He shoved the girl to the floor. "To the bedroom!" He commanded, tilting his head to get a better view as she fell. The short skirt had hiked up slightly to reveal a black lace thong.
Without attempting to get up, the girl crawled towards the bedroom. the Demon followed behind, kicking up her skirt to get a better view.
"Open the door..." He said, leaning against the doorframe. She did as she was told, and looked back to him with a tear streaked face. He walked slowly over to her as she sat on her knees. Running his fingers across her cheek, he couldn't help but smile. "While I am down there you should strip, and wait on the bed for me." He gripped her face firmly, and looked her dead in the eyes. "Try to run or help your asisstant, and I will not hesitate to cut your tits off. Understood?" he growled, narrowing his eyes to make sure she understood. She nodded, fear filling her face. She would listen.
"Good girl." He said, letting her go, and heading downstairs. He found exactly what he had been searching for. In the center of the room there was a box, buried halfway in the ground. Inside the box was what he had been searching for since he had been sent to this world. Kneeling down on the ground, he opened the box. The object glowed slightly as he reached into the box. The power from it was calling to his blood, it belonged to him, and needed to be returned to the Family bloodline. His blood had been the only reason that his Mother had kept him alive after she had taken over the throne. The power to the Kingdom resided in his Father's bloodline, without it the Kingdom would literally fall apart. From the beginning, the family had taken the throne establishing themselves as the rulers by creating the castle that now took up the entire underground of the Kingdom and continued to grow and change as long as the bloodline of the ruler continued to flow. If the bloodline was lost, the entire castle would crumble and take the Kingdom with it. He was the last of the bloodline.
His blood was singing with power, and his heart racing with adrenaline. He needed it. As he unwrapped the blade slowly from its red velvet sheath, his fingers caressed the edge of the box that had contained it tenderly before moving slowly towards the latch. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes shone bright green with desire as the box was opened, and the room lit with the power from the blade. Freezing completely, he could only stare at the beauty of it. The iron blade with the ruby droplets along the blade, leading to the silver hilt with lines of alternating rubies and Topaz designed to look like flames all leading to the Fire Opal Pommel where the majority of his Father's power were stored. The entire knife glowed with the power of his family's history though. Power that was meant to be his, but had been taken away from him before he could receive it.
Fingers hovering over the blade, He gently caressed the bloodstone crossblade before wrapping them around the hilt and gripping it firmly in his hand. A small moan escaped from his throat as he exhaled, and lifted the blade from its resting place. Eyes shifted from emerald green to pitch black in one blink as he ran his free hand over the blade. He was careful not to touch the iron as he closed his eyes, and leaned his head back. Chanting quietly to himself in his native tongue, he felt a spark from the blade, and grinned wide before continuing to chant, slightly louder. It was at a tone audible to human ears now and slowly growing the more he felt the power seeping into his blood, his very soul. It was an intoxicating and deeply pleasurable feeling, one he would never forget. Moaning the final words of the chant in a near scream, he felt the last of the power surge into him, and fill him completely.
The knife fell to the floor with a light ping, and his eyes opened to reveal flaming Irises over the already blackened eyes. A dark and sadistic grin formed as he felt the power working its way through his body. He felt more alive than he had ever felt before. He wanted to fight, he wanted to Fuck, he wanted to kill. He wanted everything in the world, but mostly, he wanted revenge.
Smiling sadistically, he stretched his body to help let the new powers flow through him better. His heart was still racing, and his body was on a natural high. Fingers flexed, and a low growling moan rumbled through his body before he let his body relax, and bent to pick up the knife. The glowing had vanished, but he could still feel the power radiating from the blade. Tucking it into the sheath behind his back, he moved his shirt to hide the hilt. It was time to play.
Letting his eyes return to their normal Hazel color, he sifted to the portal in Naur Ando that would let him enter into the Fyre Kingdom. The Nikerym knew him on sight, and let him pass without question. When He’d been sent to the world, He’d taken the position of Vakha under His Mother’s orders until He produced an Heir, then she claimed that She would hand the throne over to Him. He had known better though, and refused to Father any children because He knew it would mean His death. His Mother had chosen those beneath him, watching His every move. Now on the other side of the Portal, the First matter at hand was contacting the right people. The first to be Contacted would be his old and dear friend Aidan. They had grown up together as children, his Father had been the King's personal guard, and the one that had stood by the Prince's side when he was made to watch his Mother's torture. He was also the man that had tried to get the knife to him in the human world.
Knocking on the Man's door, he was let in quickly, the door closed behind him in a hurry. "The Nikerym saw me, so Mother knows I am here." He told Aidan in a hushed voice. His mind explored the small cabin to search for others in the vincinity, but they were alone. He moved to unsheath the blade, and held it out for the other man to see. A grin formed on both of their faces, and the Prince's Eyes flashed the firey black they had been before his arrival. "It worked!" Aidan exclaimed, moving towards the knife for closer examination, but not touching it. The Prince nodded in response, and stood still while the knife was being examined. "And Now it's time to begin the next part of our plan..." He spoke with a wide grin. He was definitely going to enjoy all that was to come next.
Leaving Aidan to check on his accomplices, and set things in action for his takeover, he watched and waited for his Mother to wake up. He took the blade and buried it deep in his Mother's side to quiet her manipulating words. She had spoken the truth, but forgotten to mention her own affairs over the years, and what he suspected was the true reason that the offspring she birthed after him were all killed.
Quieting her tongue with a slice to the cheek, he grinned wide, letting the knife repeat every scar she had given him on his body over the years. Once the cuts were made, he switched knives, and began to cut away the skin in large enough strips to be used for paper and envelopes that he had plans for later. Before he had begun, he had made sure that she was placed above a grate in the floor that would catch all or the blood that flowed from his cuts. The red liquid flowed along her body, falling in droplets that joined together in tiny streams before growing into rivers down to the ocean forming right below her. She had already lost a lot of blood before he had finished taking the skin he needed.
Tossing the knife to his Servant boy after he finished with the skin, he made sure to rub salt into the openings he had made. The exposed muscles and tendons flexed, tensing in pain. Her screams of pain echoed on the walls, ringing in his ears with great pleasure. Oh he'd waited so very long for this. She couldn't die just yet though, no that would be too easy.
"Have you had enough yet?" He asked, unchaining her hands so that he could take her to their home world. Time moved differently there. One day in the human world would be weeks in the home world.
After taking her back to the fae world, he made sure to break her completely, taking out every bit of aggression that had built up over the centuries. Every scar, every beating, every person he had loved or cared for that she made him watch die, every moment of fear for His own life. By the time he had her on what remained of her knees in the high court, completely defeated and unrecognizable to those who had formerly served her, she was too broken to fight him anymore.
"To those who have served my Mother Faithfully over the years," He announced to the court in a loud, and strong voice, several weeks past the initial attack. "You now serve me." His voice was low, commanding, his gaze and demeanor matching as he moved around the room to meet the gaze of every person present. "Tell all you know that order has returned, and I will not tolerate any, and I mean ANY threats to my claim." Once he finished circling the room, he unsheathed the broadsword that lay across the throne, holding it before him, hilt to the chest, blade to the sky. Eyes burned on his Mother, the moment he had waited centuries for closing in as he approached her defeated, barely living remains.
"The destruction and fear she caused ends NOW!" He nearly growled the words as the sword swung downward. One swift strike, and her head was severed from her body, already turned to dust as it fell to the floor. A dark, sadistic, and satisfied smile formed as his court cheered the death of the former Queen.
His eyes glanced to the throne where his Future Queen sat, his father's dagger in her lap, the crown of his Mother braided into her Auburn hair. The dagger glowed a dark brownish green, radiating with his Mother's power. A quick nod to the guards, and they moved to sweep up his Mother's dust as he moved towards his Queen. The Broadsword crashed to the ground loudly as he reached for her, cupping her face with both hands before kissing her deeply. Pulling away from the kiss slowly, his hands slid down into her lap, grasping the hilt of the blade, and pulling it close to himself.
"Le jour de mère heureux" He whispered against her lips before backing towards the center of the room, eyes locked on hers as he held the dagger towards his chest. They didn't have any children, but He already knew without a doubt that She would be the mother of His children one day.
Once he reached the center of the room, he turned towards the people of his Court, and raised the blade high for them all to see. It lay across his palms, hilt covering one hand, the blade resting lightly across the other. Hazel eyes scanned the room as he slowly lowered the blade, beginning to chant low under his breath like when he had absorbed his Father's powers. The same rush flowed through him as he repeated the process, his eyes turning an even brighter green than they normally would, the irises completely green though without any sign of a pupil, a deep whirlpool of green and tiny flecks of gold blending in. The rush of power was intoxicating, and he moaned with pleasure as it washed through him. The blade no longer glowed, and the power tingled in his limbs as his fingers gripped the hilt once more. The smooth stones seemed to hum in response to him, waiting for their next use. The cheers of the court were dulled by the sound of his own pulse echoing in his ears. he turned back to his Lover. No. His Queen. His eyes shifted back to a bright Jade color as he placed the dagger in the sheath on his belt, and made his way over to her. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her off to their chambers, leaving the court to celebrate while they had their own private celebration.
When she woke, she was chained with iron in the basement of his human home. He stood watch over Her holding that knife. The knife that had killed her husband, and was supposed to give her his powers. It had gone horribly wrong though and she had lost the knife. Now here it was, held by her son, and drained of all her husband's powers.
"Oh look, It's My Cowardly Son." She taunted. He only smirked back in response, stepping forward, and leaning in close and placing the blade under her chin, the tip was sharp, but didn't cut the skin as her head was tilted up to meet His dark eyes.
"So Who is the one promised to be taking my place as Queen?" She asked, and leaned back on her legs, releasing some of the pressure from her knees. "I wish her luck, I really do." Her tone was honestly sympathetic as she shook her head, and leaned back. "If You're anything like Your father, she'll be happy now, but You'll soon discover that it's much easier to get women in your bed once you become King than it is a Prince." She smirked at Her Son. "And you've had your fair share of experience using that to your advantage already. Do You remember how Your father and I were already married before he became King? Oh he made grand promises when we were courting. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other, always spending our time in each other's arms...." He was becoming noticeably uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but grin. "Well... when his father was killed, he took the throne, and we were both thrilled. You came along soon after. The very night we announced the pregnancy he was found in bed with not one, but TWO servant girls. His love for them didn't stop there either. It only became worse as the years went on, and I couldn't even look at your face without feeling the hatred that had grown for him." She looked down, eyes closing, but the images played in her mind over, and over again. "I hurt you, and pushed you away because you reminded me too much of your father. I felt a need to turn you into something else, something stronger. Someone who wouldn't love, or feel the...." Her words were cut off by the knife entering her side and draining her of her powers. Her hair was pulled, and her head tilted back to look into the eyes of her husband... no.... her son with his eyes.
"I've been inside your mind Mother. I know your games." He growled, pulling the knife from her side as it glowed with her power.
"N...no... you don't...." She shook her head, trying to tell him he didn't understand, but the knife cut into her cheek, so deep she could feel the blade slice the side of her tongue.
"I'm not even close to being through with you." He growled even more, and continued to cut along her body, she couldn't even tell where anymore. Large strips of skin disappeared from her body, handed to a boy to be taken away. The salt came next, rubbed raw on her skin, and burning without the fire. as he dug the knife in. She was powerless, and now she could burn.
Mother's day, a human holiday meant to celebrate the life of your Mother, and all of the sacrifices she made to raise you into who you would become. It was a laughable holiday to him. There was no appreciation for the woman who had tormented him his entire life, and if she hadn't needed his blood, would have killed him herself a very long time ago. It was the perfect day to go through with his plan that he had set in motion over three hundred years ago.
Guards had been converted, and placed in the areas he wanted them to be. Aidan had been instructed to kill the Nikerym along with the Shaalth, and all followers of his Mother as a distraction while he himself hid within the hidden hallways of the castle that only his blood could find. Listening to the panic of the Castle, he waited for the perfect moment. Yes, it was coming soon. His Mother was taken to 'safety' by her personal guards. These guards were hand picked by her, picked from their homes and forced through some sort of blackmail to serve under her. Eyes closed, he listened carefully to the voices within the room through the walls.
Helle, he had promised to free her Mother from the iron Prison his Mother had been keeping her in. She had agreed to side with him and help in any way she could. Mysie, the Necromancer, she had been promised her freedom and the chance to bring back those she loved. His Mother had murdered her family as a threat for denying her place among the guards. She had been an easy one to convince. Ebony had been a hard case, but he had convinced her somehow, even he couldn't remember. Her torture skills were beyond anyone he had ever known though, and she would be very useful very soon. Dosia, mourning the loss of her sister, a fallen fellow guard, She had been promised the chance at a quick death if she wished. She had been lead to believe that it was his Mother behind the death of her sister, when in fact, she merely refused to serve him. Eliza, the seductive assassin had died for the very same reason. Outside the doors, Elin, Geneva, and Rein waited for their cue. Elin was the only one that remained to die. Geneva, the poison expert took care of her with ease. She had been instructed to give her a slow working poison that would paralyze her until the Queen was dead.
The Thump of Elin's body hitting the ground was his cue to come out from hiding. Sliding out of the shadows, he snuck behind his Mother, and grabbed her by her throat. Eyes turning to the flaming irises he had inherited from his Father's magic, he grinned darkly and nodded to the door. His Mother had showed no fear when he grabbed her, only when her most trusted guards abandoned her, and left her alone with her son.
"Seems they aren't so faithful to you." He growled the words, his body growing hot in anger as he pressed against her back, tightening his hold on her throat.
"Seems my mistake in picking women as guards was forgetting that you inherited your father's whoring powers." She sneered, trying to pull away, but finding herself unable to escape his carefully placed grasp. "Did you fuck all of them, and promise to make them Queen?" Her tone was one of amusement, and he couldn't help but smirk at her assumptions.
"I only have one Queen in mind." He spoke in a low voice, his hand moving to grab his Father's blade while the other still gripped her throat. "And it's not you, or any of your guards." Holding the knife out for her to see, he made sure that she could see exactly what it was. The gasp as her eyes fell on the blade, and the tenseness of her body told him that she knew exactly what it was.
"You've taken his powers..." She exhaled in a whisper, almost disappointed it seemed.
"Well they were rightfully mine. Along with his Kingdom. But someone...." He pointed the knife at her, placing the tip of the blade to her heart and beginning to apply pressure. "Took that away from me. Banished me to another world because I was.... what was the phrase you used? 'Acting out too violently to be a true leader?'" He nearly laughed the words as he spoke them. The irony of the tyrant she was accusing him of being too violent. "I was only taking after you Mother. Acting the way you taught me to act." He shrugged. "So I lost control a little, and a few hundred townspeople were killed. THEY forgave me, but why couldn't you? Because I was a threat to you and your precious reputation? Which you destroyed anyway by being a power hungry monster?!?!!?" As his anger grew, so did his hold on her throat, and the knife to her chest pressed in harder, nearly breaking the skin. She struggled, and began to choke for air, her hands desperately clawing at his to stop him from choking her.
Realizing what he had been doing, he threw her to the ground, and crouched beside her as she tried to regain herself. Pointing the blade at her, he took a vial from his pocket, and tossed it at her. It was a vial he always carried with him, the only thing that had made it to him when his Father had died. She picked up the vial, and looked it over with clear confusion on her face.
"Fairy dust?" she asked in a mixture of confusion and amusement. A dark grin appeared on her face as she realized what he was showing her. "You sentimental bastard." She laughed, chucking it back at him. "So weak, just like your Father." She moved, attempting to get up, only to meet a face full of sleeping dust. "Worthless whoring sack of.." She mumbled before passing out face down on the ground.
