Chapter Three : Phemoreng

It had taken only a day for Javero to travel, walking, with his daughter, to the Cave of He'us. There, he had shown her how to incite the transportation spell and enact the right ritual to open up the end of the cave; letting them deeper inside, into a tunnel. On the way, he had explained to her about the capitol, and how it had been founded ten thousand years beforehand by the king of hell, Beelzebub, from the house of Lucifer. She had been curious of the man, and he had explained to her that he was one of the oldest beings still alive – and the strongest demon to ever live. She had found the last fact exciting, and had wished to meet him; he obliged, telling her that, since he and Beelzebub were old friends, he would arrange a meeting..
Then they had made there way out, being checked by the guards. It had taken him some time to explain that Victoreas was his adopted daughter, but then they finally understood, they let them both pass – but not without many apologies and much groveling. That was the one good thing about being of the strongest breed of demons – everyone knew what you were and would do anything you asked without question, for fear of death without afterlife. The only ones who did not fear him were the Mau, and the highest nobility, his Master included.
With a smirk he lead her into the capitol, Phemoreng, the city still as beautiful as ever. The cobblestoned streets buzzed with life, and he watched his child look around eagerly, mouth gaping as she took in the sites, sounds, and smells of his beloved ex-home. He himself gazed to the middle of the city, where the largest building, a castle, stood, the stone it was made out of black an ancient. He had lived there, once.
" Dad, where are we staying?.."
Her question reminded him of the purpose of this trip. His smirk grew wider as he gently took his hand in hers. " Do you see that large structure, Victoreas? The one in the middle of the city?"
" How could I not have?" She said, her tone less than kind, like all children who are made to point out the obvious.
" Say it nicely.." He chuckled.
" How could I not have seen it, Daddy?" Her voice was quieter now.
" Well. That is where we'll be staying, sweetheart – I think you'll like it there." Chuckling again, he led her through the crowds, ignoring the stares and fearful whispers that his appearance was producing. They could have their talk. He may not have visited for hundreds of years, but he was back now, if only for a little while. He would find Victoreas a mate.. he would give her, just as other fathers gave their daughters, into mateship. That was the way of things.
As they neared the castle's entrance, they were stopped by more gaurds, but he waved them away with a growl and a motion of his hand. Walking to the silver doors, he pushed one open, holding it open for his daughter, who promptly entered…

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" My Lord,"
Beelzebub looked up from the book he was reading, his wings flicking absentmindedly. " What is it?" A guard entered the room, eyes on the floor at all times, careful to remember to bow; though the gesture was clumsy.
" Javero, of the house of the Nightstalkers, is here. He wishes audience with you."
Looking up, an eyebrow raised, he let out a snort. " He is? Let him in. You men always forget your manners when a friend of mine is visiting." Standing, he closed the book, a taloned hand going through his jet black hair, glaring at the guard, and he signaled him to leave. His golden eyes, like his father's and father's father's, held an ancient knowledge and wisdom, but also a fierceness and strength – things that helped his sires to become the dominant rulers of Hell. Though that wasn't the only thing..
" Hey, sod." A rough voice issued behind him.
He let out a chuckle, replying with, " Hey, bastard. What are you doing here?"
" Got some reasons. I'm here mainly to find a mate for my daughter. Be leaving after that."
Turning, he smirked, leaning against the deck he had been sitting at. " Finally got yourself a woman, eh? Had many kids yet?" He laughed, his three tails wagging slightly. They were carrying on conversation like Javero had never left – he had missed talking to his favorite companion.
" No. I… sorta… adopted her."
He blinked, looking over at him questioningly. " I figured. Though I thought you'd adopt some sort of kitten, what with you being such a-"
" Very funny," Javero laughed, a smirk on his face. " Anyhow, I was wondering – is it okay if we stay here, Bob?"
His ears flicked forward at the mention of his nickname, which he had been given by his lifemate, so long ago. " Sure. You can stay in your old quarters. Think you could live with that?" His fingers drummed on the old oak as he waited for an answer.
" …I could." He was distant now. Didn't surprise him, though – he had hated this life, the life of nobility, of higher status. His friend was simple, and that was that..

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He could feel her.. she was alive, he knew that now. But where? He knew it would take some time to find her. Though he had an idea where to start… with her father.
So he took off for the capitol…

Author's Note: Don't even think about copying my characters.
If you do, you will incite upon you the rage of a very sick, and cranky hellmonger.
-goes back to hacking up guts, lame-o- x.x
Oh, and Victor Salva... if you're reading this..
Pleeeease let me own JC? D: still no own
-VW/BAC