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Exercising Demons
Things were getting awfully strange – well, stranger than normal – in the Dark Court. A certain Black Jeweled Warlord Prince who shall remain unnamed had started setting pranks off – to get in touch with his nonexistent childhood. Things were getting out of hand.
"Demons!" Jaenelle remarked to Saetan one day, when the pranks were especially bad. "The Court is possessed by Demons!"
Lucivar peered around a corner at the pair and set his brain to use. "Hmmm…" he mumbled as he snuck off, an evil smirk pasted on his face.
Several days later, all pranks stopped. And Lucivar and the unnamed Black Jeweled Warlord Prince had vanished without a trace, and neither of them were answering the frantic telepathic calls of their queen.
A realm wide search began for the missing pair. After looking in every other possible location, the search parties searched in Jaenelle's Dhemlan cabin.
The sight that awaited them was rather strange. The unnamed Black Jeweled Warlord Prince was sweating hard, doing one armed pushups and counting. "Eight hundred forty three, eight hundred forty four…" while Lucivar watched him, nibbling on a pickleberry.
"Lucivar, what are you doing?" Jaenelle asked, curiosity piqued.
"I'm exercising Daemons!" Lucivar responded brightly.