Ch. 2 The Demonic
Madam Celenia and Lord Riyenkadan have been holding conferences. None of them have ended in a calm manner. Fights became common and escalated in frequency over the months. Recently deaths have occurred, and both sides are becoming increasingly fond of bloodshed to solve their problems.
"This is getting out of hand, killing is too far, soon there will be an all out war." Zerin's concern intrigues Reazin.
"You think? Oh well. It will be good fir the country. A quick war will decide the heir and stop the useless killing."
"War good? Are you mad? Lives will be lost, a much greater number than the killing now!" Zerin quickly answered Reazin's statement with an alarming tone.
"No, but I think there needs to be a little punishment here, by either side, but punishment nonetheless." Reazin looks at Zerin then stares toward the town with a dark glare.
Zerin looks back toward the town, "with thoughts like that you sound like a Vereor." Zerin and Reazin sit at the porch of their house just outside town.
"Well, that true. I have always favored Lord Rey over Madam Cel. And at least I've picked a side. You're to bad for the Fideli and to good for the Vereor". Reazin laughs at Zerin. "But you're right, there may be a war after all. I think we should go to the Vereor to enlist".
"Madam Celenia is much more honorable than Lord Riyenkadan. If we are to enlist, we are going to the Fideli". Zerin stated, rather annoyed at Reazin's choice of allies.
Suddenly they both hear screaming coming from the town. They both get up and run down the path to the town. The buildings nearest the castle were ablaze.
"What the hell is going on here? Zerin and Reazin both yell simultaneously. "Who's doing this?" Zerin asks anyone around him.
"I am just clearing the competition for my Lord." Reazin and Zerin look up towards the sky and see a Demonic.
"A Demonic? Lord Rey wouldn't send him unless…"
"Unless he declares war! Celenia will have no choice but to accept, or her cities will burn!" The Demonic bursts into a bone chilling laughter and sets another building aflame.
"Leave this place fool!" Zerin yells at the Demonic. Enraged with hatred Zerin picks up a sword from a fallen guard and throws it at the Demonic with precise aim.
"No!" Reazin reaches for the sword but is too far out of reach. "Sire! Look out!"
"What?" The Demonic turns to see the sword and tries to move but, but the sword is too close. He manages to avoid a direct blow, but is deeply wounded just above the waist. "A mere human challenges me?" The Demonic flies down to Zerin. "My name is Amniousrapao, I think an introduction is proper… before I kill you!" Amniousrapao grabs Zerin by the neck and squeezes his throat.
"Please, Sire, let him go, he is my brother, let me deal with him." Reazin begs Amniousrapao for the release of his brother.
"Your brother? Odd, he has the aura of Fideli and you have that of the Vereor. Opposites birthed as twins? How ironic. This war will pit brother against brother in every sense of the phrase it would seem. Choose your allies wisely." Amniousrapao throws down Zerin and quickly flies off into the distance.
No words could be spoken at the time, but Zerin heard everything that Reazin had said. The two were going to need to agree on one ally, or they could possibly kill each other.