Rough draft of Dimitri
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His journey was long, the road rugged, and it seemed that no one was around, no one for miles, the night had come early, though the light from the moon allowed for one to still be able to journey. The past days had brought him from his past as a peasant on the islands of the Canaries to now riding through the land of Portugal. 

In the weeks that past, he had been visited by an elderly lady. He lived in a small wooden shack on the edge of the sea, he could not live too far inland since the mountains were still volcanic in mature and were prone to eruptions, all citizens had to have to always have a small boat available large enough for their entire family, for at a moment’s notice the island would open up and spill its inner guts. It was a night like that when the smoke and heat was rising from the mouth of the mountain, that he heard a faint knock on the  door, he barely heard it over the waves of the sea rushing the sand onto the shore.  

“I need to speak with you lord” she said as she walked right past him before even being welcomed in. “There is a matter that only you can take care of for me” she sat down in an old chair that looked like it should have already fallen apart. “You are to take this letter” it was sealed with a red wax and on the wax was the impression of the Spanish Royal Seal, “To the Madrid in the land of Hesperia Ultima, there you will meet with the current regent and show him this letter” He stood up and began to argue about him doing such a thing, he was not going to be going to Hesperia, he had no want or desire to leave his home land and travel there. 

“I am sorry malady, I cannot do this”… The old woman stood up and without even a look of disappointment she got up andwalked out of the shack and very silently and quickly disappeared into the night. Having dropped the envelope on the wooded floor, he stood there at the door way with his mouth hung open. Dimitri was a 37 year old Canary Islander, he was muscular having worked as one of the men who would take fresh water inland to the inhabitants who had none, it required him to travel within the island at least three to four times a day, the more trips he made inland the more money he made daily, so when ships came to trade from the peninsula he was able to pick up some of the spices and other commodities that were not afforded to his little island community. 

As he walked back inside his home, the only home he had ever known since arriving on the island when he was five years old, his parents were elderly at his young age and they cared for him as he began to care for them, and by the time he was 16 his mother died, and his father a few months later. It was said by the villages that when his mother died his father’s heart broke and he could no longer go on living. From that point on Dimitri lived alone and continued to do the job that his father had done and his father and his father before him, since the first inhabitants settled this volcanic island many years ago 

The following days keep him off guard, the letter he had placed near his pillow, he say it and wondered what was written inside, the seal must have come from a beautifully crafted ring, the kind that only royalty would have, and it was this seal that keep bugging him, kept  him awake at night. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, when finally a year and half had passed. It was a day very much like that when his mother had died, the winter months were dying out and the spring air was flowing in from the African coast line. A ship from the Spanish navy docked off the coast from his home, a very dignified older Spanish man and soldiers came to shore, they found Dimitri preparing for his normal work detail when they stopped him. 

“Buenos Dias Senor, my name is Charles Bel Mares, special emissary to his Holiness Pope Pius IX, we are on our way to deliver some cargo and need to make some prepares, may we stay here a while until the captain has finished, I am sure we can pay you handsomely for the inconvenience   

His journey was long, the road rugged and it seemed that no one was around, no one for miles.  While the night had come early, the light from the moon allowed one to still be able to travel. The past days had brought him from his past, as a peasant on the islands of the Canaries to now riding through the land of Portugal. 

In the weeks that past, he had been visited by an elderly lady. He lived in a small wooden shack on the edge of the sea. since the mountains were still volcanic, mature and were prone to eruptions, He could not live too far inland; all citizens had to always have a small boat available large enough for their entire family, for at a moment’s notice, the island would open up and spill its inner guts. It was a night like that, when the smoke and heat were rising from the mouth of the mountain, that he heard a faint knock on the door, he barely heard it over the waves of the sea rushing the sand onto the shore.  

“I need to speak with you lord” she said as she walked right past him before even being welcomed in. “There is a matter that only you can take care of for me” she sat down in an old chair that looked like it should have already fallen apart. “You are to take this letter” it was sealed with a red wax and on the wax was the impression of the Spanish Royal Seal, “To the Madrid in the land of Hesperia Ultima, there you will meet with the current regent and show him this letter” He stood up and began to argue about him doing such a thing, he was not going to be going to Hesperia, he had no want or desire to leave his home land and travel there. 

“I am sorry malady, I cannot do this”… The old woman stood up and without even a look of disappointment she got up and walked out of the shack and very silently and quickly disappeared into the night. The envelope being dropped on the wooded floor, he stood there at the door way with his mouth hung open. Dimitri was a 37 year old Canary Islander; he was muscular having worked as one of the men who would take fresh water inland to the inhabitants who had none. It required him to travel within the island at least three to four times a day, the more trips he made inland the more money he made daily, so when ships came to trade from the peninsula he was able to pick up some of the spices and other commodities that were not afforded to his little island community. 

As he walked back inside his home, the only home he had ever known since arriving on the island when he was five years old, he was reminded of long deceased parents. His parents were elderly at his young age and they cared for him as he began to care for them, and by the time he was 16, his mother had died, and his father joined her a few months later. It was said by the villages that when his mother died, his father’s heart broke (as the waves broke against the rocky shore). He had lost his will to live. From that point on, Dimitri lived alone and continued to do the job that his father had done and his father and his father before him, since the first inhabitants settled this volcanic island many years ago 

The following days kept him off guard, the letter, which he had placed near his pillow, kept him wondering what was written inside. The seal must have come from a beautifully crafted ring, the kind only royalty would have. This Seal, this elegant and somehow familiar seal kept him up for nights and stayed with him in his deepest dreams, his nightly nightmares. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, and finally a year and half had passed. 

It was a day very much like that when his mother had died, the winter months were dying out and the spring air was flowing in from the African coast line. A ship from the Spanish navy docked off the coast from his home, a very dignified older Spanish man and soldiers came to shore, they found Dimitri preparing for his normal work detail when they stopped him. 

“Buenos Dias Senor, my name is Charles Bel Mares, special emissary to his Holiness Pope Pius IX, we are on our way to deliver some cargo and need to make some prepares, may we stay here a while until the captain has finished, I am sure we can pay you handsomely for the inconvenience   

He woke up and looked around. He was always amazed at how he would dream of the past events so vividly. He packed his roll and gathered his horse. He had another long day ahead of him and knew that the day would come when he would find out why exactly he had to be the one to deliver the message to the regent of Spain. Hopefully he would be able to shed some light on the matter, hopefully. By weeks end he had traveled to the outskirts of Madrid and for the night settled in at a small inn. That night he slept solidly and dreamt of his god, a god of power and might, a god of shinning silver, with a sword that sang with the angels in heaven and ablaze with the ability to cut through all, even the toughest god or demon that lived or undead. His dreams were marred with the sight of wings of angelic proportions, his body burnt to ashes as he is thrown into the waters of heaven, and then his body is rejuvenated as he drinks from the chalice of Christ and his blood pours down his throat. 

The sounds of a wagon pulled by thunderous horse’s wakes him from his sleep as the sun rises in the east through his bedroom window. As he rises he is started by the dream, or more of a nightmare. He is shaken to the point that even looking at himselfin the mirror is something he is not able to do! He is a man of god and was brought up in this fashion since his birth. He would follow his path, as long as its laid in front of him, but what did this dream mean, what was the purpose. It mattered not for he would leave his path in his god’s hands. His faith was intact. 

Dimitri washed his face, as he leaves the Inn; he begins his journey towards the inner city. His horse is left at a stable down the coble stone street. From the top of a hill, he looks over the top and sees the palace of the Royal crown. The palace was grand by any measures, its marble columns stood tall and erect. Though still miles away, his heart shank down into his throat. His journey was just beginning.   

Part 2 

Every step he took seemed to take a small amount of energy form his soul, from his complete being. His feet hit the cobble stone with such intense weight and pressure. He felt like his feet had swollen to double their size, and his heart struggled to pump his blue blood through his small veins. From every corner, from every door way and inside every alley way he could see faces, not solid faces, but translucent faces. Sometimes bodies but always translucent, and their eyes…their eyes were blood red. When Dimitri first saw the eyes, he fell down in horror. Trembling with fright he fell down to his knees and prayed to his lord God and asked for guidance in this time of need. He did not know if what he was seeing was something of his own doing or had he sinned and this was his punishment for being bad in the eyes of God. This was not the place to do what he needed; there was too much commotion and activity on this road. 

Down the road he saw the steeple rising from the rooftops. As he got closer he could made out the cross of a church. Inside he felt that this may be his only chance, with the streets cluttered with evil and vermin, if this church was indeed what it seemed to be than this was his salvation. He still saw the demons in the dark reaches of the shadows and they were getting braver. They were making a move to get closer to him. He wished that he still had his horse, but it was too late to worry about that. Making a run for it he ran down the street staying away from the building, making his way down the center road. All around him he saw the residents of Madrid going about their daily tasks and chores as if there was nothing wrong. Why they were not afraid of what he saw, why were they just here? 

He made his way to the church, pushed open the doors and ran inside. Inside he looked around, there was no one here. Candles were unlit, pews were empty, there was no one around… the church was deserted. Inside he felt secure, he saw no demons, no red eyes in the shadows of the church, in fact inside there was light where there should not have been light. The church was grand, stained glass windows from wall to wall. Golden chalices ordained the altar, and from the back of the church was a beautifully carved cross with Jesus Christ nailed upon. He felt a peace overcome his soul and his spirit. He slowly walked behind the altar and fell to his knees in front of the cross, and then he prayed. 

First he slowly closed his eyes and allowed himself to lose track of everything around him, to take his surroundings and just vanish from the area. Slowly he began to fall into a deep trance and find himself in a place that was not Spain, no this was somewhere different, this place was magnificent compared to where he just was. All around him, everything was a bright and brilliant, a white shine beyond compare and to the extent that he had to squint his eyes in order to focus. His vision was just about to clear up when a bolt of lightning shattered right in front of him, the ground below him cracked, while steam rushed from within the fissures, the white brilliance disappeared and the whole lands were a blaze in lava flows, inner earth rock formations and thunderous clouds. It was here that Dimitri stood, and in the mist of all the brim and firestone walked a man. He was clothed in a grey gown and looked to be in his 80’s. Tall about 5’10 he had a long grey beard and stood with some confidence.  With all hell breaking lose all around them, the old man looked Dimitri in the eye and spoke;

“I was wondering when you would arrive Dimitri, I had been waiting a very long while, I guess angelica finally decided to give you the letter” He stood there and just looked at Dimitri, he starred at him in the way a father would look at his son with sympathy and love. 

He stood there still in shock, looking at the man in complete wonderment. All around him chaos was erupting. Thunder rattled from all directions, and when he looked around him he stood on top of a rock cliff looking around and seeing what he thought were the bowels of hell, volcanic eruptions in the distance, earth quakes destroying the ground levels. 

“Who are you”, as Dimitri looked at the old man. “Why am Ihere, I don’t understand what is happening” and then a lightning bolt struck at his feet and the ground all around him broke open and fell away, and yet he just stood there. 

“Dimitri…do you not see what is happening here. Have you not figured out who I am yet” he looked at the old man, looked down and saw nothing below his feet. “You are Lucifer, the prince of darkness, the evil dark lord”, “No Dimitri, I am the lord thy God, I am Yahweh. I understand your confusion but your mistake in understanding is that hell and heaven are separate; instead you need to see things in a way that both are the same.   I am the only god and the ideas of things being distanced are incorrect” 

He starred at him in utter confusion, below him, monkeys roamed the lands screaming and tearing at each other. “I saw demons in the streets of Madrid as I walked over here, where…” 

He placed his hand on Dmitri’s arms and calm overcame him, “There are demons and the explanation of where they come from and how they exist is beyond your reasoning, and it is because of this that you are here now, this is the reason I called you to Madrid, to the land Spain which is the land of your birth, cause though I am the one true god, I am not the only god, there are others, not a strong and powerful but they exist. Dimitri, this is the reason you are here” A ghostly appearance over took his face.” You will never be able to comprehend what is happening here, I need you to kill someone” the ghost appearance worsened and the idea of God himself needing him to kill someone was more than he could handle and he fell. 

Part 3 

If one, while in a dream fall into a dream, Dimitri was that one, as he fell, he dreamt of his island, of his home on the shore and his days carrying water to the villages inland. The days of sitting in the sun and just enjoying life; strong noise riveted throughout his head, sounds so loud he felt that he woke up from the nightmare, but instead he was still in the dream, or so he believed. Coming to he opened his eyes and looked around. He was still in this hell or was it heaven, he was not sure. As he focused on his surroundings his eyes once again laid themselves on the man who brought him there. 

What did I do to deserve this (he thought to himself) I always followed the straight path; I always did what I felt God himself would have wanted me to do, why am I here now. He stood up and dusted himself off. He looked around, chaos still surrounded him, and the old man was still there and staring at him waiting for him to come to and breathe. 

He fell back and hit the ground hard. The man who called himself Yahweh hit him down. 

“You, you who call himself God hit me” He stood back up and found that three of his teeth had fallen out.  “Why would you do such a thing.. YOUR GOD” He starred at him, with nothing left for him to say. 

“I am God, and I am your God, and I am you’re Lucifer, for I am the one who created you and I am the one who will decide you’re death. Unless you want your death to happen NOW, because the time for you to question me is NOW OVER, SO LISTEN TO ME” at the same time lightning bolts crashed all around both of them. Thunder clouds built up in seconds and then angles of God, angels of Mercy, and arch angles appeared before him. All the angels were adorned with full span of their wings, as well as a sword for each of them. Each angel was muscular beyond compare and showed no sign of fear or hesitation to do what would be needed of each of them. One of the angels had two swords, an extra sword, and a sword that was sleek and smooth. It shined with a brilliance of light, so bright that it nearly blinded him. Abaddon moved towards Dimitri and placed the sword in front of him for Dimitri to take. 

“Take the sword Dimitri, first as a gift from me to you. But also as the sword that through you will do my bidding. Now listen my son, for you will need to do something that right now may not be easy for you to understand but it will need to be done.  He continued to tell him of the dangers in Madrid as well as all ofSpain for that matter and what and who it was that he needed to have killed.

Dimitri awoke in a bed behind the sacristy; a priest, elderly, and of Italian decent, was attending to him with a cold rag. “Here drink this young man” and handed him a small glass of wine. “How long have I been here”, Dimitri asked the old man. “It will be a week today my son, you were pretty drained, seemed mostly dehydrated from what I could tell. I have been handing feeding you and giving you drink. I did not think you would ever wake up.”

For the next few days the elderly priest fed and took care of him.  On the third day Dimitri prepared to leave. His strength had increased and he was now able to move around on his own. He had taken the last few weeks as mostly being a dream. In fact outside of being in the church when he came to, there wasnothing that showed that any of the information that he was given in the dream was true. He was losing his mind; it could be the only logical explanation to the entire episode. In fact he had heard of many people who living much of their life on islands nearly deserted, had a tendency to begin to see and hear things that were never quite there. Many of these people lived secluded lives away from the mainstream of society, others if they were brave enough would find their way into battle and find death on their terms before it found them. He needed to leave… and soon. Deliver the letter and get back to the island where everything was always safe and sound. 

The next morning he prepared to take his leave of this place, Spain was not exactly what he thought it would be. “Take care my son” The old priest said, Dimitri was opening the main door to the church…“Oh now wait just a minute, I had almost forgot, when I found you I also found a sword next to you. Where did I place it, oh yes” He walked over to the back of the altar and behind a wooden panel, he pulled out a sword that was wrapped in a blanket. “I knew it was here somewhere, yes here it is” he held it out to him to take, as if Dimitri would know exactly what it was. 

All Dimitri stood still, from an on looker he may have looked like the statues positioned in the church. With his eyes affixed on the sword, a sword he swore was all part of the dream. Everysign pointed to the fact that he was wide awake, and more so that everything that had happened in the past few weeks were true. More than ever he now felt that it was imperative that he take that letter to the palace quickly. He composed himself, and took hold of the sword, immediately every image and detail of the encounter with God came back to him in vivid color. The power of the flashback threw him off and knocked him down on to the marble floor. The doors flew open and the blew in with hurricane gusts, immediately the clouds darkened and an ominous feeling overcame the entire city. The priest who had been standing next to him fell over, Dimitri stood up and walked to the door, the sword still grasped within his hands began to glow and vibrate. As he neared the door the wind subsided and the darkness lightened up. “Father, thank you for your help, I have a job to do” Father Valero watched as Dimitri walked off into the city towards the Palace. 

As he walked down the road, he placed the sword on his belt, as he did so the sword; a long and broad sword suddenly became the size of a dagger. He continued his way to the center of town. Each step he took added weight to him, and yet the darkness that was there before had lessened. By late afternoon he had made his way to the gate of the palace. A guard met him and stopped him asking him his business. “My name is Dimitri Emygdio Acevedo; I come from the Island of Canary” He took from his satchel and pulled out the letter and showed it to the guard. The guard tried to take the letter from his hands and Dimitri pulled it back. “No my friend, it is for me to give to the Regent” The guard looked at him with uncertainty. He called forth three guards and instructed them to escort Dimitri to the office of the internal guard. He saw no sword on him other than the dagger at his belt, he took the dagger and informed him that it would be held here at his post, on his way out the dagger would be returned. He had no other choice other than to allow it. Has he handed the dagger to the captain of the guard, a sense of calm came over him, he knew this was the right thing to do. 

The walk up to the main building was a very quiet one, nor he,or the guards spoke a word, though as he got closer to the large marble building, he had a feeling like that of a cat hissing.  Up high from the palace a curtain was drawn open and a thin frail looking main looked down at the four men walking across the green. He starred deeply holding on to the sides of the curtains nearly pulling them down as he focused his attention on the one man in commoner clothing. So this is how you will come to me, this is the form you have chosen to challenge my authority; we shall see who will win the battle here, be it today or tomorrow. He said under his breath. “Excuse me Regent Aragon, I did not hear what you said” The Regent turned around and looked sternly at his advisor. “It was nothing that concerned you Senor Lopez,… I believe we are about to have a visitor, prepare for his arrival, I will see him in the main throne room” 

The highest ranking guard spoke as he entered the office of the caption of the guard. “Capitain, this man has a letter with the official seal on it and he demands that he gives it to the regent directly”.  Another guard came to the door of his office and knocked, “Capitan” the guard handed him a paper with an official seal on the front, “From the advisor Capitain”.

The Captain sat there with a raised highbrow; he stood up and looked at the stranger with a curious stare. “It seems Senor that you are already known and a formal audience awaits you (pause) Take this man to the main throne room and wait for further instructions”. Dimitri was escorted through the halls of the palace, everywhere there were portraits hung of the past Kings and Queens, family members and relatives of the royal family.  Walking down the intricate designs of Spanish architecture and renaissance art, he seemed to sense a familiarity of sorts with those royal members.  The walk though short, seemed very long; each step seemed to take a lifetime to make and an eternity to accomplish. 

Upon reaching a pair of solid mahogany doors adorned andintricately carved with the crest of the Royal family, one of the guards knocked and waited for a response. As one came back, they proceeded to enter. Waiting outside they motioned for him to enter. He walked inside the large room. Stained Glass adorned the ceiling with pictures of God and his son Jesus Christ depicted in heaven amongst the clouds with the entire chorus of Archangels.  Pillars of white marble stood every two feet as they lead to the throne itself and situated on the throne was Regent Estevan Aragon, the royal advisor Ricardo Lopez, and a regent of the internal guard lining the way to the his majesty. Dimitri walked to the first of four steps that lead to the throne and before a guard could block him he took to one knee and genuflected. 

“Stand and introduce yourself Senor” said Advisor Lopez. “Your Majesty waits”. He stood up and fixed his attire. In his hands was the letter which he held down by his waist with the royal seal in complete eye sight. “My name is Dimitri Emygdio Acevedo; I am from the island of Canary of the Gran Canaria. My parents were Domingo and Patricia Thomas”. He stood still, he could feel his heart beating faster, and it felt as though it was crawling up his throat trying to escape. He took a hard and long swallow and waited. The regent whispered to his advisor and he spoke again. “Senor” what business is it that brings you so far from your homeland, for indeed you are far from that which you call home. Dimitri cleared his voice and positioned himself again for he felt that he had slumped down in stature. “My arrival to you my Majesty is due to this letter”. Senor Lopez walked towards Dimitri and took the letter from him and proceeded to bring it to the Regent. Regent Aragon motioned for him to stop there and not to come closer, “Read the letter Senor Lopez”. In a low voice he spoke to Estevan, “Senor are you sure, we do not know what is written on this parchment”, he looked back at Ricardo and in a stern look and voice, “Read it NOW please”. 

Regent Ricardo Lopez took a few steps back, but still a step lower than the Regent. He looked at the letter. “The seal is that of his Majesty Franco of the house of Bourbon” he tore open the seal and opened the letter. 

​In accordance to the royal house of Bourbon

​I, Franco Bourbon King and ruler of the land of Española, with all rights that attributed to me as ruler, do declare that the person that brings forth this parchment in the time of his 25thbirth date shall be verified as my natural son and with this, he shall be given all rights and duties that come with the title of blood relative, and hence shall be crowned King of Espanola. 

​​​​​​​King Franco Bourbon 

His Majesty stood still and silent, the blood in his veins drained to his feet and he turned stark white. Dimitri fell to his knees and looked up to God, What you are doing my Lord, this es madness, what is going on? Ricardo looked to his Regent and was speechless. The Guards fell out of formation and made their way to the throne; they reassembled in formation behind Dimitri and with their swords raised high they spoke, “ALL HAIL THE NEW KING OF SPAIN, VIVA EL REY” 

Part 4 

Hours and days swirled around in a mixture of emotions and understanding. He did not know where he was, though he sat in a very plush well tacked chair. The upholstery was in colors of regality and spender. The room was extremely large; windows were large at least ten feet tall, with thick draperies covering each one. A large table surrounded by similar chairs of color, though not as regal. Paintings of past rulers and their families adorned the walls, and walls that were hand painted, he could only guess that they were painted by famous artisans of past generations. The walls were thick and yet he could hear the goings on outside the door. Noises of people gathering for one of the largest events in history were on preparation, and he was the focus of this grand affair. A small bed by royal standards lay to the left of the room just past the main door, a small room considering that he was now King of Spain; but as he was informed, the regent was gathering his belongings in preparation to vacating the king’s chambers. It was here as he was heading towards the main window that overlooked a large pond of aged koi fish that were given to his grandfather as a present from the Emperor of China. 

His steps were heavy and his breathing accelerated as he neared the double glass doors. Than silence engulfed the entire room, the candles dimmed to near a flicker. A young woman appeared before him, dressed in a blood red gown. Long sleeved and lightly surrounding her body the grown was fitting someone of a goddess or even a demon. She stood silent and smiled at Dimitri. 

“My son I see that you have made it into the palace, and it seems that you are now the King of Spain”, a small smirk crossed her lips, her right eye brow raised in waiting for him to make a comment, one which was not far from coming. “Who are you and how do you know who I AM!” He said in a large tone as he reached for his sword but realizing that he had taken it off he frowned. He looked back to the bed and saw that it lay thereamongst the pillows. Quickly he judged the distance between himself and the bed and then himself and female standing in front of him. Though she had the look of a female, human she was not. She stood tall almost six feet in height; she was healthy as the white gown laid over her shoulders exposing her left bosom. A very erotic body, though the horns protruding from her skull seemed to take the edge of her seductive appearance.   He looked back to the bed when she spoke again and he quickly turned to view her. “Dimitri, is this what you want” she handed him his sword and he slowly reached out his hand and took it from her. “Yes it is” as he swallowed hard nearly choking on his own saliva. He stood still, but he relaxed, his thoughts began to change and his mind began to think. “My Lord, is it you?” she was beautiful in statue and in skin tone, a goddess indeed compared to the one who appeared before him in the church on the Westside of town. Lowering down to the floor of the room, her bare feet touched the smooth sanded wood as she walked to the window and opened up the shade to allow the light of day’s sun to enter. 

“Dimitri… my appearance is one that is esthetically appeasing to your mind. I take many forms. Many you would not be able to comprehend, but as my true form this is more to what you would expect to visualize as who I truly am”. The light from behind her blinded him as he looked upon her majestic form; it was hard to remove his eyesight, hard to not become entranced by her body. She moved away from the window, and looking away he sighed, “I have not seen the one you want me to assassinate, so why are you here my Lord. What more can you ask of me that I have not already given to you or willing to give to you.” Like a chameleon her color changed from the soft peach of her skin and complexion to a strong fire red. Her eyes sizzled with anger and she seemed to grow three feet taller. 

“DIMITRI … YOU ARE NOT AN ASSASIN. You are a warrior, a warrior of GOD” as the room shook and her words echoed through the bedroom; he nearly fell over as he held on tightly to the table near him. 

“Remember this King Acevedo; you have not given me anything that you were not willing to give. When you find the one that you must kill, than you will understand my charge to you, theseverity of what I ask of YOU” 

She turned from him and as she did so her robes hugged her body, she walked towards the window her body slowly becoming translucent and faded away into the outside light. Dimitri Standing up straight he fell to his knees and fainted. 

Crown and Country.

That morning felt like any other that had transpired in the last months, and again he had no idea how the day would end.  Per his demand he was left in the same room in which he was originally given when he arrived. Though the king’s chambers were larger in comparison, his room was still large to his standards, having four times the space his shack did back on the island. Servants rushed in to bath and dress him as he looked at them with a cold stare.  

“I do not need your help; I am quite capable of dressing myself and bathing my own body”

All the while they completely ignored him and went about their duties. First he was moved to an adjoining room where he was bathed in perfumes and exotic soaps from lands as far as the orient. Sitting in the porcelain tub three females took their time washing each and every inch of his body with large sea sponges soaping his body up, taking care to make sure that even the most personal of spots were well taken care of. Anyone who may have taken a glimpse of Dimitri would have seen a very red face indeed upon his Spanish skin. Using all his concentration he desperately tried to keep his mind on other matters, not allowing any of his thoughts to take control and manifest into something that would be in appropriate. To the wall in front of him was a large crucifix of Jesus Christ depicting the events that happened on that dreadful day of his death. Yet looking into the eyes of the statue his noticed movement, it was her, she was watching him closely, taking note of him. 

“You are now King Dimitri, and with it come all that would befall one of your stature. Here the laws of the court and that of the Church do not have standing” Dimitri looked at her with a disgusted demeanor, “What do you mean DO NOT have standing?” One of the three young maidens responded to Dimitri. 

“Your Highness, forgive me is there something you desire from me or from either one of us, we are here Senor to assist in ALL of your needs” She looked him in the eyes and proceeded to take the soap soaked sponge and move down his chest towards his lower waist. “NO” He cleared his throat, I mean no thank you, I require no more than you have already given to me, thank you” looking up and back to his God, “You seem to take a pleasure in playing with my emotions and that of others at your expense, where is the God of Moses and Jacob, The God of Fire and Brimstone that I witnessed the other day, not this God of what seems to be a God of pranks and desire?” He waited for an answer but none came, she had already left or at least was no longer present to his eyes. 

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The next few hours went by quickly. Bathed and dressed and in some cases violated by maidens that seemed to take pleasure in no longer having to bath and dress an old regent who was more abusive than regent. Dimitri made his way to the Cathedral at the north part of the center of Town. Back at the palace, Aragon was locked away in the lower chambers. Here locked away from the rest of the palace he said his prayers and prepared his incantations. On the floor he created a pentagram with the ash of slaughtered pig. All around him were lit candles, many were black, others were red, all adorned a flame of pitch black and gave an eerie glow of warmth which to the human body would reach deep into the reaches of their soul.  His words began to flow from his mouth as the room darkened and seemed to be swallowed up by the reaches of Hell itself, except that Hell was a place owned by God herself, not this place, no this place was from a plane of existence that even God had no control over. The power that came from here was strong and established long through the centuries. As Aragon continued his chant smoke swirled around the room and from deep in the floor transpired ademon of incredible size. Having the body of bull and hog all rolled into one, he stood on two long muscular legs. No horns protruded but his head was that of large horse, very human like in nature. When he spoke, the language was incomprehensible, and yet somehow Lord Aragon was able to understand. “The new king of Spain must die, he should have been dead already!” “Yes my master, as you wish, he will be dealt with during the ceremony” This grotesque creature of the night placed his paw like hand out in front of him and without even a word appeared a dagger of incredible brilliance, on the helm was a large red stone ruby. Aragon took the dagger and placed it away under his tunic. “It shall be taken care of Master” He bowed again in feared reference as the demon known as Thormagin slapped the face of Aragon and sent him spinning against the hard stone wall.

When he came too, all reminisce of the creature was gone, except for the scar of the three paw nails that scrapped his face from the front of his ear to the start of his lips, blood still dripping down his face. He had failed his master once, 

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