Daemon growled as the psychic sent of a woman began to invade his room. He turned to find an attractive young queen standing right in front of him. He backed off a step before holding his ground.
"What do you want?"
"Well, since you asked, I just want to ask you a question."
Daemon's golden eyes narrowed and he nodded warily, indicating that she should proceed. The question she asked was terrible and asked with the arrogance that came of believing that she was the dominant strength in the room. Daemon took a minute to respond and when he did it came in the form of calling in his black jewels. He took the moment of silence that was brought on by the act of showing he wore the black to redouble his efforts to control his rage. The young queen was standing there waiting for the response, waiting for his reaction. Yes, the jewels terrified her but he was ringed, any use of power would bring unimaginable pain. She still thought she was safe. What did she expect, a verbal response telling her she was that close to death? His eyes glazed and the temperature dropped to freezing.
"Do not try me." he replied softly. "Now is not the time you want to try my patience."
" What is wrong with you?" she sneered "It was a question, now answer me!"
Daemon crooned "Oh no, It was not a simple question, It was a leading question, A very leading question." She turned from his piercing golden gaze and tried to open the door but it wouldn't open.
"A black lock on the door and aural shields around the room, no one will hear you scream and they can not enter if they did." She dived into the abyss and gathered up her grey power and directed it all at the door. It shattered and the lock dissolved. She turned to him and stared. A smile told her he had dissolved the lock. She spun back around in time to see the black shield fill the doorway. She snarled and slowly turned back to Daemon. He stood there in the middle of the room with a ball of witchfire floating in his hand.
"Time to die little witch." he whispered.
