Chapter 37- Reward Chapter – Love and Revenge

Rael and Sadelle. Their bodies had been put on display like so much meat. They were unrecognisable. He was coldly furious. When he had first seen them, unknowingly, he had coated the courtyard in a thin layer of ice as he'd spiralled quickly before he could control himself.

Daemon Sadi was a man somewhat unused to caring about people. He killed without remorse, was looked at with fear, sometimes even revulsion and rarely, relief and thanks. He thought of Lucivar. The Prick and he had always gotten along, for some reason, they saw something that they admired in each other; and then Tersa had made the announcement so many years before; brothers. Daemon knew he scared Lucivar, the Prick made an effort but couldn't hide his fear of what Daemon was capable of and respected him enough that he didn't pretend.

Rael, Daemon admired, somewhat. He was never emotionally close with Sadelle or Rael, but admired any man who was of the Hayallian hundred families who would chuck it all in and risk it all. Sadelle… ah there had been an idealist. Sometimes she surprised him with how naïve she had been, while being so… worldly.

Mirina he'd never had much to do with, but he felt the open wound her breaking and death had caused in Lucivar. Daemon understood why Lucivar had refused. His anger was so volatile, his self control so tenuous… especially after all the drugs he had been fed. He was the one who they tried to constantly breed, because Daemon never showed an ounce of heat for the disgusting women who they forced on him.

He had been vulnerable and now the guilt he felt was as tangible to Daemon as was his hope for Witch.

.:Prick. Where are you:. Daemon sent, an idea forming in his mind.
.:Little Terrielle, why:. Lucivar sent. For once, he had escaped the clutches of Prythian, the bitch he despised above all others. What a pity she couldn't handle his contempt.
.:What a coincidence. That's where I have heard Warlord Prince Reyan Edane is:. Daemon let his words sink in.
.:I am assuming you soon will be paying a visit to Little Terrielle:. Lucivar stated in a nigh emotionless tone.
.:You assume right. I will find you there:. Daemon replied. He hadn't wanted to believe it was them, but the Gray, drained jewels were damning proof. Dorothea had kept them as prizes. Bitch.

Cloaking himself in a sightshield, he caught the winds, dropping in Little Terrielle, where Dorothea currently had led her entourage, promoting the pretense that Glacia was standing on it's own, not in Hayll's shadow.

First was Reyan. He would pay.

It did not take long to find the blonde, for he had been promoted after the Glacia incident. He was on guard tonight, Golden eyes boredly surveying the area. Daemon approached in utter silence, watching his quarry for a moment. Reyan smiled smugly as he let his eyes rest on the bodies of Sadelle and Rael.

Daemon quickly used phantom hands to off the Warlord Prince's air, phantom hands stroking him and playing him.

"Hello Reyan."
The man's fear was brutally obvious, as was his arousal. Daemon toyed with him, putting all of his disgust into the seduction. Not once did Daemon touch him himself and not once did he drop his sight shield.
"S…s..sad…ist…" Reyan choked out.
"That's right." Daemon said calmly, mentally tightening his grip, returning to the teasing strokes plaguing Reyan.
"..w…wh…why…"

Daemon considered Reyan's question and decided it didn't matter if he heard the truth, he was going to die anyway.

"Why? Why you ask? Because I am the leader of the information circle, the resistance, Healers against Hayll, the Black Widow connection, every time there is an uprising or fight of any sort against Dorothea and her bitches, I am behind it somehow. I am the one Dorothea searches for. And she will never know. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever."

Daemon watched as Reyan struggled to take that information in, sent Red barbs of power desperately against him futilely, struggled to breathe.

And Daemon kept stroking, kept tightening, kept torturing until there was nothing left of Reyan Edane to return to the darkness. Then, using craft, he sunk Reyan's soiled body to the bottom of a river nearby, using craft in a curious and ingenious timing spell. Dorothea would not be a happy High Priestess when the spell started. One task down, Daemon glided silently towards the inner compound, viciously taking down any guards he saw, incinerating the bodies and performing every deed without a sound.

And there they were. Taking a moment, he stared silently at them, his comrades, not quite his friends but perhaps the closest he'd come. His allies and his equals in a sense. They were never on the same level, never as familiar with the darkness and they had never known about Witch. But somehow, if Witch ever met them, he thought she would be proud of them, liked to think that.

They had been good people, decent people, which was more than he could say for most of Terrielle. There was nothing left in Rael and Sadelle, they had both burnt out completely, returning to the Darkness. Quickly taking a moment to focus his pride, respect and regret, he sent it to the Darkness, hoping it would find them in some way. Then he let their corpses catch alight, using the Black to encourage the greedy flickering fire, enjoying the purity it would give. And so as he watched the flames leap higher, he felt not content… but more at peace. As the flames leapt onto the roof of the compound, he turned and walked away, relishing the occasional screams behind him.

Then he contacted his allies, who quickly went to work. All over the Light Realm and the Shadow Realm, candles were lit, tributes were made, prayers offered to the Darkness, old ways honoured in memory of courage. And that was the night that the famous author, Annais de la Rikiel alias 'Anne Bishop', had penned the tribute that made her famous. The forbidden, proscibed copies of "Gemini Gray", the story of Sadelle and Rael, which flourished underground, the fact they were banned making them all the more tempting. A fitting tribute indeed. When Daemon finished his meeting with the Priestess Annais de la Rikiel, finished relaying his story, it was time for another to continue.

It was time to complete his last task, his last tribute, his last legacy to them.

It was time he found Lucivar.