All I can say is that I am having so much fun with this!

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It was midnight.

Wyatt moved off of his large comfortable bed and walked to a silver flickering candle. One of his servant girls had set it ablaze earlier while he had been enjoying their company as well as fine wine. It had been awhile since these candles been used. He touched the flame for moment and felt nothing as he scuffed the flame out.

Then, Wyatt stalked to the giant gothic black gargoyle encrusted window of his room and looked out of it into the dark world. His men were outside surveying the area. He had no one to really be worried about coming after him at a time like this. He had made sure of that by placing everyone under his thumb. He just had his men search the area in case something or some one very stupid rebel decided to show up.

They barely did, but when one would arrive he had shown them his very best array of torture treatment. He liked to think of it as a little of his medieval aged hospitality though. They deserved it seeing that they deserved it in the first place and all since they were the ones against him who had trespassed on his land.

The servant girl he had taken earlier laid in the warm bed he had just left. She slept peacefully as she curled herself up more into the nice silky black covers on the bed. She was pretty but she wasn't good enough. No one was ever good enough to be his companion.

Wyatt didn't like to admit his weaknesses. He hated admitting that he wanted someone for his own since it was such a human urge to have another person's comfort. He did though. He blamed this weakness on his mother. Dammed half human.

When he heard of Brokla's discovery he had thought it was an excellent advantage for him. But now that he was awake still and thinking about it it still made him wonder.

A girl. The Elders, more specifically his loving father, had made Chris a confidant. He had made Chris a girl to claim as his own that held no grudges and was as pure as .. Well Wyatt really didn't know what was really pure in the world anymore.

Just to see her, to get this girl on his side would be something he could relish. He would have what Chris needed. He would have drawn the last straw and his brother could finally reunite with him.

It would be nice to have old times again....

Wyatt couldn't help but feel his mind wander from Chris again. He felt it stroll straight on back to the girl as he sat in a crimson chair. He dangled his arms over the arms rests and laid his head back on the soft black cushion of the chair as he did so. The ceiling above him as well as the walls around him were black. The room held no color. It reminded him of a deep abyss.

The girl. He had never met someone pure. Only children.. Young children specifically babies were still pure. They were untouched by the world and easily corrupted. This girl may provide a challenge.

He wondered what her name may be. He felt that if it were something like Charity, or Faith, or Angel even he would retch.

What a prefect name to give to someone so pure the Elders probably would propose. To him it was like a brand he needed to get rid of.

He wondered what she looked like even. He wondered if she was pretty. He wondered if the only color she wore was white like all the other stuck in the brightly colored wearing good is the color white and black is the color of evil people. He wondered what she talked like.

She would definitely be different. The Elders had created her. Hopefully, she didn't spout off Elder praise every ten seconds. If she did and if he were Chris he would have killed her by now.

But Chris didn't kill.

Oh, well not if he could help it. Demons he would kill. Sure anyone would kill a demon on a good day but Chris was still stuck in the whole old fashioned moral phase that Wyatt had rid himself of years ago.

Chris still believed that the human life was really special and meant to do good.

Right, as if that were true. Humans were stupid creatures. They would find some cause to create into a pandemonium and then they would believe every word of it. Then, if they found something that wasn't at all like them they would destroy it. Human nature they would refer to their actions as. Humans inferiority he would term their actions as.

Of course, he couldn't really hate them so much since they were working with him at the moment. So, he would let them do their thing and he would do his. It would all be good in the end.

Wyatt realized he had started rubbing at the small details of dragons and swordsmen battling in his wooden chair as he came back to the real world. He just couldn't help wondering about this girl. He needed information about her. He needed an insider to get to her. For some reason, he had a feeling a girl would be the best choice and not one of his men trying to find out informational about her.

"Sir," a baritone voice asked.

Wyatt turned his head up to meet his new first in command. "Name?"

"I am Simon, master." the man told him.

Wyatt looked him over. He looked like a regular man. He had dark gray hair, some stubbling version of a beard, and wax-like gray eyes. The eyes gave him away though. He was a hedger demon. He could easily become anything his size or smaller that was in the room. He would come in handy.

"You rang?" Wyatt asked.

"I felt your conflictions, master. I thought perhaps you needed to voice them."

"Good man." Wyatt replied half listening.

"It's about Brokla's plan, isn't it?"

Within seconds Wyatt was up and out of the chair. It had fallen back to make a heavy thud that resonated through the room as he pounced on the demon in front of him. His hands wrapped around his throat as he did. He couldn't believe that the demon would just blurt something like that out. He couldn't believe the demon knew.

What had he been the last one to be informed of this? Or had his ex demon just gossiped about Broklas plan to everyone.

"Where did you hear of that?" Wyatt asked as his fingers pressed deeply into the demons throat.

In the background, he saw the servant girl he had taken earlier sitting up in bed. Her covers were surrounding her pale skin as she watched him fearfully. He must have waken her from a deep sleep the way she looked so deeply confused.

"I.. Heard it from.." the demon started coughing.

"Who else knows? Who?" Wyatt asked. "What? Was I the last to know?"

"Yes," the demon coughed out.

Wyatt's blue slitted eyes stared into the demons as he considered giving it the same fate that his last first man had had. Instead, he liked the demons truthfulness and took a step back as he recovered his hand from the demons now bruised throat.

"Damned gossip queen. I'd be surprised if Chris doesn't know what I am after already." Wyatt told the demon as he paced.

"No, sir. Only I and a few other guards know. Only the ones that were in line to be your next in command."

"Well, at least he had some foresight." Wyatt laughed bitterly.

"Sir, I have a suggestion."

"Suggest away."

"You need a way into the rebels.. I know of someone who may be able to help."

"We don't need help. I don't need help. All I need is to get Chris's little chit chat girlie and have her for my own. Then, that will show him."

"Pardon me, master. But which him? Your father or Chris?" the demon asked with a grimace of a smile.

Wyatt pondered a second and returned the demons smile. He really did like this demon. He must have some empathies abilities or something to able to access him in such a way. "Both."

"Good choice, sir."

"I have been thinking about that. We have many already on the inside. None though. That I think would do any good to get close to the girl and make her trust them. No, I think we have to go a different route. A girl her age would do. Someone who won't change sides. Someone, dare I say, trustworthy in this day and age." Wyatt told the demon as he paced back and forth.

"I believe I have the very person, sire."

"Pray tell." Wyatt responded.

This first man would have to rank as his favorite. None of the others had been able to understand him. None of the others had been able to get out of butt kisser mode to actually help him plan something big against his brother. It was almost exciting to finally have found someone that had brains as well as demonic powers. What, Simon must have been like his 100th front man.

His mom had been right. You had to go through a lot of lemons of appreciate a good one.

"A girl even like you want. A Phoenix. "

"A Phoenix." Wyatt pondered. He couldn't quite remember what a Phoenix was. He could only remember a vague mention of it once long ago by one of his family members. "Remind me exactly what a Phoenix does."

"Why, sire, she does your kind of work." the demon laughed. "The Phoenix is a warrior. Basically a bounty hunter that will hunt, find, or kill whoever or whatever you want them to. The best kind there is."

"Interesting. I am liking this plan. Who is it exactly that you have in mind?"

"Bianca."