As Daemon walked down the corridor, he smiled. What a witch. Even he could tell she would be very powerful. And she is educated. When she had held out her hand in the formal greeting, he knew she had once come from a Court. What was more, was what he felt between their hands. There was something there- a pressure of power he could almost identify, but it felt muted. And when he glanced at her face, he saw in her eyes that she was hiding something purposefully. It was almost mischievous, but not in a threatening way. Like she wanted him to figure something out.
Whatever it was, he just hoped she had been bought by a good master. Or if not, she would meet someone who could protect her. It seemed that she already had, as he looked down at the ring. He could tell it was a part of her jewel.
Of course he remembered that girl. She was the witch that had one of her bidders die on the spot. And Daemon remembered whom had delivered the fatal blow. Another Warlord Prince, with Grey strength. It seemed she had already met a powerful ally.
He descended the stairs, leading deeper into the pit of slave pens; leading deeper into the area where the more dangerous males were kept. He had managed to track down a Grey- Jeweled Warlord Prince. There weren't many.
As Daemon rounded the corner to continue down the corridor, he wrapped a sight and psychic shield around him, so no one could detect his presence.
Finally, he came upon a cell that had angry grey energy emanating from within. He looked into the cell, and saw the man. Well, boy rather. He wasn't more than 19. He was sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily.
Daemon knew that result far too well. The Warlord had obviously been whipped for something. Probably for the episode in the morning. His master probably knew what happened, and once he was sold, took the liberty of the last few hours they owned him to punish him.
Daemon passed through the bars of the cell as if they didn't even exist. The man had no idea he was there.
Not with the power of his Black Jewels. No one could detect him.
"Rough day, Prince?" Daemon asked, dropping the sight shield, but setting up another around the cell so that no one could over hear.
The blond Warlord Prince sat up quickly, and winced. Upon meeting the stranger's gaze he snarled and delivered a glare. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked viciously. Daemon smirked in answer.
"Don't shoot the messenger, Lad." Daemon smoothly warned. The Prince drew his lips back, baring his teeth.
An amused look crossed Daemon's face. "Valcan, correct?" he asked.
Valcan's eyes narrowed. How does he know my name? He was in no mood for this. He had just received a lashing he would most-likely remember for quite a while. He wasn't able to stand up for this. "Don't worry, Lad. I'm not here to pick a fight." Valcan's face turned to skepticism.
"Why are you here then?"
The man's gold eyes glittered as he studied him for a minute. "I have a gift for you." And with that, he flicked his wrist and made a silver ring appear in his tanned palm. Valcan's attention was immediately captured by the object.
"A young witch on the upper floors asked me to deliver this to you." He said as he squatted down to Valcan's level.
Valcan was grateful. He didn't think his legs had the strength to stand. He looked at the man's face again, and then looked pointedly at the ring he offered. A sapphire shard embedded in the silver caught his attention. "Ares gave that to you?" he breathed.
The man cocked his head a little, studying Valcan's face. "Arelane? Yes. She was afraid she wouldn't see you before she was taken away, and she wanted to give this to you."
Valcan looked at the man and then back at the ring. He went to take it, but the man closed his fist. Valcan frowned.
"Promise me, Prince," Daemon said as his stare bore into the younger man. His tone was grim and quiet. "That you will keep that witch safe with all the ability you possess as a Warlord Prince. She has amazing power, and she will do a great many things, but it's not worth a damn if she is broken before she can obtain it."
Valcan looked up into the man's eyes, and saw a fierce determination in the gold. "I swear it." He answered, never wavering from the gold stare. The light changed in the man's eyes, and he opened his fist to hold out the ring. Valcan slowly took the ring, and brushed a finger over the sapphire.
"May the Darkness embrace you, Prince." The black haired man said as he got up and walked out of the cell, passing through the bars as if they were nothing.
Yes, so, The Bye-bye of daemon's part in the story so far. I don't know if he'll come back.
But we'll all miss him. (waves goodbye & blows a kiss)
Thank you to the two to three people who reviewed most recently.
You have kept my spirits just high enough.
Like Prophet Wolfstar, for example.
So yes! I'll update later... maybe within the week. I have been working on the story, suffering from severe inspiration, but these parts I've been working on don't really occur until quite a ways later. At least I'm not on the spot for new material or anything yet.
So, my legionaires, I wish your adiue, and sweet dreams!