Btw, Im a total Andulvar fan xD I just get bored and do this to characters
Zila Ruinne made a tent with his fingers as he sat patiently on his dark throne, his yellow eyes narrowing at the
large double-doors before him. He waited. If he wouldn't bother to show, Zila would rip off his wings. Andulvar
Yaslana had been visiting him for centuries now, the demon had been loyal from the start, but of course, all of
them betrayed at some point. Dropping a hand, Zila allowed it to stroke the dagger's blade in his lap, all the
way down untill he grasped the tip. Suddenly, the double doors opened and closed, causing his irises to flicker
upwards to where Andulvar, the Eryien warlord prince, was being escorted by two guards. Each wearing armor
with weapons. A slow smile spread across his lips, waving his hands to dismiss his guards, Zila sat up straighter,
brushing strands of long black locks from his face. "So you showed." Andulvar got onto one knee, balling his
head into a fist and placing it at his heart, for he had no weapon. "A thousand apologies, Dark Lord," Andulvar
said. "I was dealing with Saetan's affairs." Zila stood from where he sat on the black crusted throne, his smile
fading with every word that escaped from Andulvar's lips. "I almost had your head, Yaslana," Zila growled,
walking down the dark steps so he could stare down at the warrior. "you know the punishment for
betrayal,yes?" Andulvar's yellow eyes flickered down. "Yes." He choked. "Stand." Zila ordered. Andulvar
pressed his wings against his body as he stood, his eyes looking forward and refusing to meet Zila's. "You know
your duty. You kill Jeanelle, I bring back your first love. It was the bargain we agreed to, was it not?" Andulvar
finally looked at Zila, whom cocked his head and glared at him. "A life for a life." Andulvar muttered. "Right. I
need to be able to depend on all of my spy's, Andulvar." Zila growled, pacing and running his fingers through his
hair. "Saetan's a fool," Andulvar muttered, a smile forming on his face. "so desperate for someone he can
depend on. So lonely. Men like him don't deserve to walk these realms." Zila stopped pacing to look atAndulvar,
the warrior indeed had a mind like he was born from Vala Knor, these realms could use an Eyrien like him. "Just
pass all the information you have learned to my wife, she will give it to me shortly." He growled in dismissal.
The warlord prince hesitated before bowing deeply and leaving. Zila snarled, walking over to where a
goblet sat on the pentagonal table, drinking the black blood inside, Zila couldn't wait for the ending. Where Vala
Knor would erupt from the Forgotten realm and fill every other realm with was eternal Darkness, not just the
one they oh so worshiped. And Saetan, the big High Lord of Hell, would go down easily, knowing the friendship
he thought would last forever always had a dent in it's sole. Smirking slightly, Zila took great pleasure in the
silence that greeted Andulvar's leave. This would be a war to remember.
Very short, I know :P Its like a paragraph or something. Anywho, I would have added Prothvar as well and say his job was to murder Cassandra, mostly because I hate her so much, but I just think this is Andulvar's moment. Byez people!