One Of Those Fights, by lyradaemon

Part 2: Horse Piss

THIS IS NOT DIRECTLY CONNECTED TO THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

I've decided to write my version of the 'horse piss' incident when Daemon and Lucivar destroyed a whole court while arguing over the wine. Hope you like it!

"Here you go."

Daemon looked up at the glass being offered to him. Taking it cautiously he peered into it, then made a face. "Wine? I ask you to get me a drink and you give me wine?" He frowned. "Are you sure there isn't something else stronger? Brandy? Whisky? Anything?"

Lucivar shook his head sadly. "Sorry. There's either that or some brown water they're convinced is beer. Tough luck." He threw himself into the chair beside his brother. "Well, drink up." He lifted his own glass.

Daemon stared at the contents of his glass then shuddered. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything a throaty female voice cut across.

"You're Daemon Sadi, aren't you?"

Daemon stiffened without turning around. "And you are?"

The owner of the voice walked into view. She was a moderately attractive young female with sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. "I'm Lady Armelia. A friend of Thyla, the Queen here. It's such a pleasure to finally meet the hero of such wonderful stories." Her eyes held an evil gleam – one which didn't escape the notice of the two Warlord Princes sitting in front of her.

Daemon started to stand, anger seeping out of him, but Lucivar put a restraining hand on his arm. "Tell me, Lady," he said with his lazy drawl. "What would you call this?" He raised the glass to her.

Armelia looked slightly taken aback; all the same, she obediently looked at the contents. With a confused frown she said slowly, as if Lucivar was stupid, "It's wine."

"Really?" Lucivar said, feigning amazement. "See, that's what Prince Sadi thought." He heard a sharp intake of breathe from Daemon.

"And what did you think it was Prince…?"

"Yaslana." He noticed with amusement that her eyes widened; it seemed like Daemon's name wasn't the only one which terrified every female in Terreille. "I, for my part, thought it was horse piss."

A moment of silence followed this announcement. Daemon snorted; :Nice one, Prick.:

Armelia recovered herself. "I'm sure you'd be interested to know that my family produces this wine," she said stiffly.

"Hmm. Well, I've always heard that wine producers are very interested in knowing the public opinion of their wine. And there's mine. Horse piss." An odd noise came from Daemon.

"I-" began Armelia, turning red. "I will not have this – this insult! How dare you speak to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"A stuck-up bitch?" Daemon offered, face perfectly straight; Lucivar, however, detected the dangerous note beneath it.

"You – you bastard! You are a pleasure slave, a whore, selling your body! I suppose it's because you're a bastard; you can't do anything but strip and whore-"

Her sentence was cut off by the hand clamped around her throat. "I would strongly advise you to keep your opinions to yourself, Lady Armelia," Daemon said too softly, face inches from hers. "That loose tongue of yours might get yourself killed one day…" He left it hanging.

Armelia tried to pull his hand away, but it only succeeded in making Daemon's sharp nails prick her skin. She felt a slight trickle down her neck.

"You bastard! You've made me bleed-"

"I'll make you do a lot more than just bleed, Lady," he purred. "I am a whore, after all." He leant in and kissed her, teasing, arousing, playing. Armelia was left breathless; she pressed her lips to his, desperately seeking more.

Daemon pulled away, laughing a cold, cruel laugh. "What?" Armelia gasped, eyes glazing with pleasure. Daemon let go of her throat and pushed her away with disgust and loathing in his eyes.

"Get out of my sight; you disgust me," he said.

"And take your horse piss with you too," Lucivar added.

Armelia looked at them, speechless, until Lucivar took a threatening step forward. She ran.

Lucivar turned towards Daemon, but was taken aback by the cold anger spilling out of him; the air around him had turned icy. Looking at him he noticed that his eyes had turned to hard yellow; his face was its familiar beautiful mask. "Careful, Daemon," he warned quietly. "Don't do something you'll regret."

That gaze turned to him. "Ah, now that the beautiful thing about it," Daemon purred, gliding towards his brother. "I never regret anything."

Mother Night, Lucivar swallowed. Daemon's rising to the killing edge.

Lucivar smiled lazily. "Come on, why don't we go and annoy some other females here; you never now, you might actually enjoy it."

Daemon smiled, a feral look in his eyes; it was the smile of a predator who had found his prey. "I don't think that's necessary," he said. "We have visitors."

Lucivar turned to see Thyla, the Queen of the Court, trailed by Armelia and another, smaller female. "Hell's Fire," he muttered under his breathe.

"Prince Sadi," Thyla said loudly, her voice having a slightly nasal quality.

"Lady?" Daemon's voice was level, but throbbed with barely subdued aggression.

"I have heard from Lady Armelia that you insulted her; not only that, you also insulted her family and made sexual advances on her." Armelia cowered under the look Daemon gave her.

"My apologies, Lady. I was just feeling so aroused by Lady Armelia that I had to whore for. It won't happen again." His voice was so soft. "But then again, it might not have happened if I received any pleasure from having to service you every night."

Thyla practically squeaked with rage, cheeks turning and unbecoming pink. She looked speechlessly from Daemon to Lucivar, then seemed to come to a decision. "You will pay for that, Sadi," she snarled.

Lucivar cried out with pain, clutching his groin and falling to his knees. "Mother Night…" he gasped, unable to speak due to the excruciating pain being sent through the Ring. Daemon fell down beside him, wrapping Lucivar in his arms, trying to blot out the hurt.

"Leave him alone, bitch," he snarled, glaring up at Thyla.

She just looked at them with a smug, triumphant smile on her face. "That'll teach you not to step out of line, Prince," she drawled happily.

Quick as a flash, Daemon leapt to his feet and sent out a bolt of Black power – directly at Armelia. She screamed then vanished.

Thyla stood rooted to the spot, staring wide-eyed at the place Armelia had been only seconds before. "You bastard…what did you do with her?"

"I thought she should meet someone. I believe his name is The High Lord. Ring any bells?"

"You – you killed her?"

"Looks like it."

"She was a member of my Court!" She spluttered. "You can't do that!"

"I just did."

Thyla quailed under Daemon's gaze before he strolled away, hands in his trouser pockets, humming softly to himself. She watched as he entered the building before letting out a sigh of relief.

"You should really be more careful next time," a voice said behind her. It was Lucivar.

She glared at him, before sending another sharp blast of power through the Ring. Lucivar almost screamed at the pain, falling to the ground again.

An echoing scream came from inside the building; a female scream. Of pain…

Thyla ran towards it.

Too late.

Flashes of Black power rippled through the air, filling it with screams and shouts. Through it all was an inescapable feel of cold, cold anger and rage. Daemon's anger. Through the fog of pain, Lucivar registered what was happening. Gritting his teeth he lurched to his feet and followed Thyla inside.

He was met by total chaos. Daemon was standing in the middle of the hall, blasts of Black strength bursting out of him, almost continuously. Then Lucivar looked at his face.

The blank mask was so cold, so unfeeling, Lucivar shivered, almost recoiling in horror. Then a deliciously familiar feeling rose up inside of him; an urge to kill, to hurt someone for causing them such pain. The urge which made him a Warlord Prince.

Laughing, Lucivar unleashed his considerable Ebon-Grey strength.

Daemon glanced at him momentarily before turn his thoughts back to what he was doing; but not before Lucivar saw the slight, sadistic smile on his lips.

The dark, delicious power blasted all around them, surrounded by cruel, gleeful laughter.

A/N: It's not quite finished – I might add a little bit about the aftermath of it all. It'll only be short though. I hope I kept Daemon and Lucivar in character – please let me know if they're not, and I'll try to tweak things a little bit. Lyradaemon x