At Camelot castle, Zeldris was getting used to having a throne. A king and his...
Queen. "Gelda, if only you were here." He said, looking to his left side to the queen's throne. "Sir Zeldris!" A demon pawn yelled as he ran into the throne room. "What's wrong!" Zeldris said, now standing. "About six soldiers have been found pierced by the river." Zeldris was dumbfounded. Six measly soldiers compared to hundreds made that much difference to this guy. "...and?"
"We have reason to believe Melascula is behind it." Zeldris grunted with anger, but also a bit of remorse. Something needed to be done, but He and Melascula were good friends though. He thought for a moment and looked to the pawn. "If anyone sees her, kill her." He instructed. "Yes sir." The pawn said, running to tell the other the news.
Zeldris pulled up the commandment of faith he's been keeping "I'm sorry, old friend but... I'm not letting you or anyone stand in my way of saving her"