Chapter 3.
The night was glamorous, booming with joyful sounds as the town celebrated their pharaoh's birthday. The palace was brightly lighted with bowls of torches that scorched the starry sky that the town could see from being miles away. The town people danced and had a party of their own. The Traven's were filled with drunks and ladies willing to give their innocence up on this night, all for the pharaoh. This night was a excuse to party and relax for days until the stress filled nights would return onto the people.
Everyone was enjoying themselves, partying or having a party in mind like the wanted thief, Touzoku had planned. He had thought it over and over until it was almost perfect in his eyes. His men had left the city by sunset, out into the sun to the back parts of the palace. Quiet as they were, they waited until the barking roar of royals and richly men filled the marble halls. The thief king grinned, a light chuckle submerged from his features. Their plan time was almost near, letting the royals enjoy their time to fill themselves with politics and pride before they died.
Waiting outside of the walls, along the brick they made their plan come into action. First went Touzoku, gliding over the wall with grace and guile. His men followed his stealthiest action before they snuck pass the guards and among the shadows.
Malik sat within his chair, staring out into the crowd with boredom spreading across his face. His hand resting under his chin that sat on the armrest of the chair, sighing as people spoke with his father. Amen's words didn't ring within his ears; he hadn't care for the warning the man had offered for him to listen. Spotting the strange man within the crowd, he seemed to be looking at the prince with that smile. He gave a slow bow towards him, still grinning widely as before within the garden.
Malik looked at him wearily, his glance reverting towards something else that seemed more appealing to his liking. His eye was caught to something that passed by for a mere moment, a shadow it seemed. His eye brow rose, wondering what figure or ghostly shape could move so quickly. He was curious, though his common sense reassured him it was just a shadow of a servant moving along. He huffed, his boredom taking its toll again before a booming voice echoed out his name.
"Malik! My dear son, don't sit up there. Come down and meet some very important people." His father called to him, wanting to state out very important people. The prince wasn't thrilled but stood, walking down towards the group of people dressed in thick gold, deep makeup that made them oily and sweaty it seemed. They all greeted him, speaking to him as if they knew he was going to be the next pharaoh sooner or later. That was no surprise to him; he knew and dreaded his role. He felt his youth was slowly slipping away and he wanted to spend it before it completely disappeared from his grasp.
Standing there, their boring voices seemed distant within his ears as well as the music in the background. He couldn't stay focus on the people covered in gold and smothered in make up. Their slashes looked clean for the celebration but other than that he wasn't amused at all. Huffing silently to himself, he gazed around the large hall with decorations that gave the throne room a flattering look. The shadows from the walls returned, making him wonder curiously. Shadows seemed to of surrounded the throne room gloomily until there was a cry shouting out above the music and the voices. A cup fell to the ground, the wine splashing about onto the tile. The deep, red wine was mixed with the maroon color of blood. Several screams lashed out from women like vocal cords. Gasps filled the air when a cloaked figure stood up the body. The body built slender but a magnificent glow came from him. Through the thick garments of robes, white, silver hair glistened as the flame on the torches waved in his presence. His cheeks pale, fair skin that was much lighter than the Egyptian skin tone had startled the joyful time. Everyone within the room was silent, even Malik's father, the Pharaoh. His eyes covered by the white bangs that spiked out from his clothing turned his head into the direction of Malik. A wicked grin crept along his features, making Malik wonder if this intruder knew him.
"Demon!" The pharaoh's voice boomed the silence away, the prince's father pulling out his sword from his slash and pointed it at the thief. "You come here and ruin my party, kill my guests and stare at my family with such emotion. Unforgivable, you are. Expect to die here and now, Touzoku."
A whispering chuckle echoed from the paled one's throat. "Ahh…you remembered my name, old fool. I am honored but I came to give you a present for this day." Touzoku's hands stained with blood from his victim of the night lifted the sharp weapon within his hand. The sword long and pointy but dull from all the stabbing of other victims might encountered the demon. "Your gift is or your blood to be stained on my hands." He snickered as the thief's minions retreated from the darkness and begun to slaughter the ones around them.
Malik stood in shock as the thief leader started his pursuit on the royal, his blade clenched tightly within his fist. His stealth increasing with each foot step he took. The pale haired man was about to reach the prince's father when the captain of the guards stopped the thief's slaughter. Irrigated as their swords clash, he backed away. "Can't even fight without another coming to your side? Truly pathetic for the mighty pharaoh," He snickered deviously as he glanced towards Malik again who had been standing there speechless.
The captain of the guards didn't hesitate to speak. "Demon, you are outnumbered. Back down now and perhaps the charges on you wont be so harsh." He ordered, lying to get the thief to stop his actions. Touzoku knew differently however, he knew immediately the fool was lying and wasn't going to fall for such a simple trick. He glanced behind his shoulder; the pharaoh's guards had out matched his numbers and slaughtered a couple worthless thieves. Touzoku grunted disappointed, seeing how the chances of getting out this were slim to none until he glanced back at the royals.
The son of the pharaoh, delicious and handsome as the women within the Traven had spoken of. He grinned, his smirk widened with the malicious idea that penetrated his mind. "Your right, I am outnumbered but I have a plan that will harm you dearly, pharaoh." He stated and ran right passed them both in unpredictable speed for a slender male. Within seconds, the prince's body was secured and trapped against the robed demon.
With the blade pressing close to the fresh youth threatened to cut him as his fingers dug into the skin of the prince. A grunt came from the prince, the dark arms trying to pry away his attacker's strong arms. Touzoku chuckled at his advantage and smirked. "There will be a ransom for the prince's return back safely. No promises that he might come back in full piece." He stated and punched the back of Malik's head. Instantly the boy went unconscious with a gasp and fell limp within the thief's arms. With another triumphal smirk, he darted for outside once more. The survival of his men followed as they climbed the brick wall and onto their horses. Touzoku grunted slightly as he pushed the fainted prince onto the horse, letting him sit upright and in front of him as he rode.
Before the pharaoh actually knew what to do with the kidnappers, they had already disappeared into the gust of night. He growled lowly, not happy with his celebration and how his only son was gone with the most wanted criminal in Egypt. "I want him found! Bring me back my son and pick up these rotting bodies." He ordered mightily and within seconds the guards and servants went to his orders.
