Reworked. Don't expect miracles, I did only very minor changes. No plot changes – Wolfram is still unreasonable, everything goes the same way I guess. Chapter's 2 rework took much more.
-Finally, we're here. These foolish, useless bandits can't hide forever!
Wolfram slowly gestured to his soldiers to stand ground. This situation was, as he told them before, „easy to solve", but he knew further inspection wouldn't hurt. He looked at them carefully, trying to decide which one to send.
He had not only seven tall, well-trained men from Bielefeld with him, ready for duty and willing to do everything their task required – even those soldiers were more than able to complete the mission. His brother, Conrad Weller, decided to join the mission. Demon Prince wondered long time what was his reason for this – it was a very unusual aberrance. It wasn't the first time the blond beauty has signed up for a dangerous mission against bandits, and Weller usually wasn't concerned enough to support him in any way and he appreciated that. Wolfram didn't thought of himself as of a baby or a weak person – he knew he would prevail no matter what, and he needed no help. He knew how to take care of himself... But why has no one seen it the way he did? He sighed angrily. Everyone always wanted to babysit him – after years it hasn't changed, they just did it in a different way, he was sure of it. It annoyed him to no end.
Now, his pesky brother decided to piss him off with his very presence in this stupid forest. Wolfram was sure Conrad did it for some evil, twisted reasons. Blond was more than sure Weller hated him, even if this emotion was well-hidden – after all, he have ignored him and shown him nothing but scorn for years. He could admit he did it for no reason for himself, but unfortunately, he was too proud to face up to his fault anywhere but deep in his heart. Flame of his soul was too strong – it was a wonder how much his emotions and magic*1 have been combined into one frail body. The fire that has never brought him anything but pain and hate wasn't going to die down, he knew that.
Wolfram continued to wonder. If Conrad really hated him, why would he follow him here, to this forest? Probably he had some nefarious plan. He couldn't be doing it out of brotherly love or anything, Wolfram was sure. Maybe Gwendal thought it was too dangerous for him to go with only a few soldiers? Prince looked daggers at Weller, yet the only thing on Conrad's face was still that unreadable smile, which pissed off the blond like nothing ever could... Except wimp's dumb, idiotic, foolish beam, of course. But now Wolfram was hardly in a mood to think about that wimpy fool. Hateful glares didn't seem to bother his half-brother enough to go somewhere else, so the Prince took a random man from his squad and sent him to scout on bandits and potential „surprises" they could've prepared.
He propped his back on a tree. No matter what he did, he couldn't take his stare away from Weller who stood nearby, but fortunately not too close. The very sight of half-brother was an annoyance for him, especially when Conrad was so... strange. His half-brother probably planned to annoy him by doing unexpected things. Hate of blond Mazoku was also fuelled by his strange, illogical dreams of his half-brother, which he was sure he would never tell about to anyone. He blushed darkly, thankful that no one could read his thoughts, especially that idiot Conrad.
-Is something on your mind, Wolfram? You've been looking at me for quite a time. - Weller smiled. Wolfram blushed even darker in his anger. He was unsure how to respond to this obvious... insult. Yes, it was obviously an insult, he told himself. Even if he could see nothing offending or even alike, it undoubtely was one, just very, very well hidden. He never expected his brother to be such a snake when it came to words!
-Fool! How dare you to... To... - Blond beauty yelled, but soon found himself at lack of words. Every soldier looked at him with fear, unsure about what happened and why would he be angry. Conrad frowned. He couldn't comprehend why has Wolfram reacted like this – but then he almost facepalmed at his own stupidity. After breaking his engagement with Yuuri, his poor brother was bound to be even more angry and unreasonable than he usually is.
Yes, indeed, Wolfram brought Gwendal neccessary documents with his signature yesterday. He wasn't even entirely sure if the Maou knew that they weren't engaged anymore. In his opinion, breaking up with His Majesty wasn't a very good decision, especially when his godson's attraction to beautiful Prince was becoming more and more apparent. He was sure that the moment Wolfram is back at Blood Pledge Castle, Yuuri slaps him again and they will, probably, marry next month.
And here was Conrad, trying to ensure his brother doesn't do anything stupid against these bandits.
He knew that blond beauty would prefer him not to be nearby, but Weller was sure that after proud Mazoku decided to (foolishly) break the engagement with Maou, he needed some support, as well as someone intelligent enough to make sure he doesn't put himself or his squad in unnecessary danger.
Conrad wasn't content that he had to be the one ensuring the selfish brat won't do anything stupid on the mission, but he was the only option. Gwendal didn't thought that Wolfram really needed anything and he suspected that the whole affair with breaking up with Maou was just Wolf's way to make Yuuri find his feelings out faster. The oldest brother refused Conrad's ideas, so Rutenberg's Lion decided to go himself.
Conrad sighed. He hoped that his presence here would open the blond up to him and make them at least something similiar to what they had before Mazoku found out about his origin. Fool he was, but that kind of relations still hurt him.
He wanted to calm Wolfram down, but the scout already came back. The longhaired fool really couldn't see that now wasn't the right moment? In his current state, Wolf's ideas would be anything but correct.
-My lord, I saw only three bandits, a few metres away, I can easily lead our squad. They seem unprepar...
Wolfram gestured him to stop. Scout was sure something was wrong with his commander, but after a second he knew he was just pissed off, and he knew that he was clearlylooking at Weller with the feeling of pure hatred. Disobeying him in any way now would direct the anger at him, and it was hardly a thing he wanted.
-We're going then. Don't kill them, just disarm them. They will have a nice stay in prison.
Rutenberg's Lion was dissapointed in Wolfram. He didn't even care about the rest of scout's report, and that was hardly a good thing for a commander. He shouldn't let his emotions get in the way of his sound judgement. He knew he should try to convince Wolfram to listen to the rest, but it would only direct his anger at him, and Mazoku would probably do it his own way no matter what.
Conrad sighed. It was going to be a long day.
They marched with their swords in their hands through legions of similiar looking trees, hearing only uneven breaths of his soldiers, their steps and some birds. Proud Mazoku could recognize the sound of famous, rare Sarhin, very unusual thing in these forests. Hunted down 'til only a few remained, these birds became protected by law – not only in Mazoku lands, but that bunch of primitives called humans also decided to defend them. A good thing.
After seeing similiar place for yet another time, Wolfram was becoming unsure if the scout didn't make some mistake... Were they really going the right way? He looked at his brother, who was to his right. He was unsure why the half-human was always so good in taking his attention. He never could stop staring, and he had no idea why. Probably it was a fault of his hatred, he thought.
Suddenly, he heard no steps anymore, and it really concerned him. He heard a thud. He looked at Conrad, and he saw the same kind of confusion in him. Both looked around, People wearing black, hooded robes were everywhere, holding some strange metal inventions in their hands. How could they be so quiet? How could none of his soldiers noticed them before it was too late? How could they just encompass them like that? And, were they shooting with some kind of... arrows? Wolfram had no time to consider what they were. He had to dodge...
No matter his noble efforts, one of them hit him. Strangely, it caused him almost no pain. He started feeling so... Sleepy, so exhausted. He fell on his knees. He saw Conrad's angry eyes, but after some time even Rutenberg's Lion fell, hurt by an arrow. Weller fell right on Wolfram's stomach. Proud Mazoku hardly thought it was a comfortable position, but he couldn't say anything, and if he could, he wouldn't waste it for complaining. Seeing he was no danger anymore, one of cloaked persons bowed down to his level.
-Welcome, My Beautiful Kaiser... - he took off the hood, showing his fair, young face. Wolfram couldn't understand why was he called His Majesty. Was this some kind of cruel joke? He intensified his efforts to stay conscious, even if only for a few more seconds. Even through his blurry vision, Wolfram saw his captor was undoubtely pretty. Were his eyes red? Was his hair black...? He had a smile on, probably... And was his mouth opening again, this time directed at Conrad? - And welcome, Mein Kaiser. - he said, yet a bit less sympathetic.
Suddenly, the overcoming darkness won the battle against Wolfram and The Prince fell powerless on the ground, unconscious.
End of chapter 1.
What's going to happen to our favourite fire Mazoku and his dear half-brother? Find out in the next chapter, dear..!
It will probably have first lemon in chapter 3 or 4 (and more later), hence it's M-rated.
Pairing? ConWolf. Not enough of it here, so I have to help by contributing to this glorious pairing by writing a story. I know ammount of ConWolf stories is still bigger than Gunter x Wolfram or Gwendal x Wolfram, but I can't stand the very idea of these pairings (but Guntram seems strangely... interesting. Maybe in the far future, after I've done this story...).
Would appreciate appreciated if someone pointed my grammar, logical etc. mistakes in here, so I can avoid them in the future. I'm not perfect in english, unfortunately.
*1-bah, forgot how the hell Mazoku magic was called. Just imagine it was that word there... Was it Maryoku or something? Unsure, so I won't put it there. Would highly appreciate if someone told me.