Chapter twentyeight

The restless wind which blew across king Henry's gray kingdom brought a strong scent of Yorkist king Richard within it. Henry snorted contemptuously and spat. He was standing on the battlement with Thomas Stanley, waiting.

- Do you smell it my Lord of Stanley?

- What Your Grace?

- THE YORKIST HOG YOU IDIOT, Henry roared.

Stanley backend away from his master fearfully, he had no desire to feel Henry's claws on his skin.

- Yes, Your Grace, he whispered with fear.

Henry turned his gaze away back to the distance. If Richard thought that he would be able to defeat Henry's army, he would be fool.

The victory would be his once again and then he wouldn't need to hide in this wasteland any longer. The mastery of the Underworld would fall into his lap like a mature apple.

Then far ahead he saw a white cloud. Richard's army of the white rose was approaching. He was able to hear the distant whinnying of the horses and the sound of the hooves. All the foot soldiers and knights wore the white rose badge on their chests and bold clarions dared every danger.

- It seems to be true that the old dog doesn't learn new tricks. I'm sure that he is somewhere among that rabble wearing his battle crown, foolishly thinking that he is the certain winner.

Then Henry turned his gaze back to Stanley.

- Now remember I want Richard and all the plunder which you can seize from that rabble is yours but Richard! He shall be mine.

Stanley bowed dutifully and he was grateful in his heart that Henry had spared all his anger only to Richard.

- Come my minions rise for your master, let your evil shine, Henry shouted and looked at the ground.

Right after he had said those words the ground started to tremble.

It was like an ocean had boiled under it.

Soon the gray grass carpet was torn aside and Henry's army of demons crawled to surface.

He had nurtured and fed each one of them with his hate during those five centuries slowly growing their number from one to 50,000.

They were his children which served and obeyed only him, sharing his emotion of hate towards every Yorkist. Their skin was the colour of revenge and their endless hunger would only be satisfied by the flesh of the enemy. Their demon eyes glared all around searching for the nutriment and they tried to catch the scent of it.

- They need to be lead, lead them. LEAD THEM!

Thomas Stanley had been gazing all those horrible creatures, frozen with terror. Henry had told about them to him before but he had never actually seen them and now when he was looking at them he fully realized his master's power of destruction.

When that army served Henry he would be invincible.

- HURRY UP, he screamed and Stanley obeyed without any more of delays.

He took the lead and the dragon demons roused up on their wings.

- Feed as much as you can my darlings, the dinner is served, Henry chuckled smiling.

The white army of York didn't seem to be afraid of the awakening of the demons. Steadily they marched onwards towards certain destruction.

- Dickon, are you sure that this will work, Lovell doubted.

- I know my enemy, dear Francis. He is so obsessed to get rid of me so he has gone blind by his own lust of revenge.

Stanley and his dragon demons came closer and closer until one of them attacked.

It dove across the air like an arrow ready to grab on the first victim which would be on its path.

Violently screaming the horrible creature grabbed on its prey.

Now the battle was on and the first wave of the demons rained on the Yorkists like a meteor storm.

The sharp claws of the demons torn the white armours into pieces but instead of falling down the white metal and roses stayed on the demon's paws like glued.

At first when they tried to get rid of those pieces they mixed themselves even more into them, until they were dressed into Yorkist armour.

The second wave of the attackers saw only the Yorkist colours and they attacked on their own comrades.

- Now let's go, Richard whispered and he sneaked into Henry's castle with his friends.