Deamon took a look at a blade by his side, it was still stained with Isabella’s blood. "For the prince!" He muttered to himself. Of course as he said this, mories of that last look in her eyes floated through his mind. Nevertheless, his face did not give any emotion.
Deamon and his n got lost into the night. It would not be until a while later that it would begin, children falling sick all of a sudden, and then old people, before adults and then it would spread all through the town, and then other towns and eventually the entire country.
However, their many deaths would never weigh as heavy as hers.
Just as Deamon and his n left, a figure giggled as her feet touched the ground from the tree. Her steps were so light that even though she had stepped unto a blooming flower, it did not fold or crush under her weight. On its petals she stood regardless of her size.
She wore light to no clothes and her skin literally glowed like the shade of the full moons in the sky. Her appearance was hidden beneath a veil, but her body was ever so curve and seductive, adding to the little red fox tail that trailed from under her skirt, she was already a sight that would get the greatest of n tumbling on one another for the opportunity to sniff the air off her skin.
As she watched Deamon and his n run into the night, another figure, this ti around dark as night, but in the form of a crow perched on a three. its eyes red as ruby and its form both dark and ethereal gave the feeling of unreal.
"Gods are forbidden from tampering with the mortal realm you know!" the Crow spoke, its voice like the passing of wind, but each word with purpose as it reached her ears.
"I am fully aware of the rules," she replied, with her mouth not moving. "But you are aware that those old fools have began to interfere with the mortal world aren’t you? i heard they already have a puppet on their hands, touching the one that his of his blood
. If they can do it, I am sure I am allowed so innocent fun with so of the mortals."
"That’s not it. You know what I an. These mortals are in relation to him. We are not to..."
"that is exactly why I did what i did. I wanted to see the level of conviction he has driven into their hearts, and might I say I was beyond impress. This one did not hesitate to drive his blade into my chest even though his declaration of love was true. he is a good seed. Such a waste to be in that child’s hands if you ask ."
"hmmm, but that child issued a threat to the heavens that night as he stole the power of rainbow gods right under their nose. It was only a bit, but it was enough for them to see him a threat. They has not been any one like him since..." The crow kept quiet.
"...You an the Demon king...Huh!?"
"We are forbidden to talk about him."
"No we are not. After all, we are not full gods... at least not yet. Their rules does not constrain us." she replied with a bit of viscousness in her tone.
" I am aware you are also playing with the other one. Just be careful. Or you risk, sacrificing your God Core promotion for mortal pleasures." on saying this, the crow flapped its wings and then like passing smoke dissipated into the air.
She smiled, "...oh brother, I am very aware. However, you do not know. But I... Even though the ti stream has been tampered with, I still rember." mories of a person floated through her mind.
If Chiron was here, having the capability to see the figure in her head, he would have instantly recognized it as the Mc of his book that was in bondage in the dream he had before he ca to the Vandora kingdom.
Breeze blew and just like the crow had disappeared, so did she, into the heart of the night.
Chiron was not aware that his threat to the gods back in the highlands had made them take him seriously, and many were to their own devices. So against him, so interested in helping, but so others found it as an opportunity to flex the muscle of bending reality to their will.
Chiron, one Human child, not yet thirteen of age was responsible for it all...
...
anwhile, it had been a few days, and Dylan had healed pretty well. These few days have been innocent for him, and he had to admit that away from the trouble of war and violence was a peace that he had missed.
The best part was the fact that looking at these orphan children, and he could see himself in their eyes. After all, he too was an Orphan. he played with them, and even told stories.
At the sa ti, he and Momo had beco quite close.
Dylan, having to survive in an Orphanage managed to have a range of skills many would envy, including setting traps to catch core beast rat and other creatures that the Orphanage could use as at from the forest area.
For a very long ti, they had not tasted at, but with Dylan, certain pleasures were now made available.
This peaceful life, it was like a dream to him.
Besides, he still had ti. Even if he wanted to, he could not return to the Chanland kingdom anyti soon.
And then it happened. It was on a good day. dylan had left early in the morning to catch so beast core rat for at. He had promised the kids a feast for the night and was willing to fulfil his promise to them.
Unfortunately, he did not return until night ti, but the ho he ca to et was not the one he left...
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