Chapter 3
The SaDiablos walked into the room. Crystal chandeliers decorated the ceiling. An extremely large dance floor full of joyful and graceful couples, moving to the rhythm of the music; it was a spectacular view. The Aristo Blood in a splendorous display of their grace, a spectacular view; a seduction current dominated the scene. Warlord Princes and Warlords on the hunt and tempers rising as a result of it.
All eyes turned to Daemon Sadi and his Queen. Such a beautiful man an even more now since his sensual heat was leashed by a feeble thread. He was ready for the dance. His tanned skin, black hair and golden eyes complimented his feline grace. He moved with a predator instinct. His game mask in full display. He knew how to work a room with that arrogance and how to command the floor. As a result, his Queen became the center of all wondering eyes.
It was no secret that his loyalty began and ended with Witch. Jaenelle had been the envy of many witches and even men that craved and wished for Sadi's attention. They wondered what it would be to have the Sadist in bed. The stories of his years as a pleasure slave had traveled every court in the realms and became part of the Blood history. This man was not only the most beautiful but the strongest and deadliest. Only Jeanelle knew what it felt to be sheathed by his maleness. Everyone else that dared to play with curiosity paid the price and a few survived to tell, a promise of pain.
"Sweetheart, shall we dance?' Daemon knew the answer to that question before hearing the reply. He led his Queen to the dance floor. As soon as they started dancing, he unleashed his full sensual seduction all over Jeanelle. Spectators cleared their throats. The atmosphere changed. It was obvious that Sadi had taken a claim and made a threat at anyone who challenged his claim on his lover.
After the music stopped, all eyes were on him as a Red Jewel Warlord Prince approached him. "May I have a dance with the Lady?" A collective gasp echoes the room. Who is this damn fool that challenges a Prince riding on the killing edge? A madman, no doubt, Sadi looks at him with glazing eyes and the room suddenly turns cold.
"Leash it Prince" commands the Queen. Daemon looks at his wife and smiles at her. Jeanelle rolls her eyes at him and kisses him. "My love, I will dance with the Prince as this is a court Protocol. Why don't you join our family and I will be with you as soon as the dance is over?" "Of course my Lady" says Daemon, not before giving the Warlord a menacing look. If looks could kill…
"Oh no…that fool has a death wish. By the way, who is him? He is very attractive. I've never seen him. Have you?" says Surreal looking at Lucivar who still had his mouth opened and his drink close to his mouth. He looked like he had been frozen in time.
"Cousin, I have never seen him in my entire life and he chose the wrong time, and the worse way to introduce himself. Daemon has risen to the killing edge and I am going to have to find a way to get him to control it or this night will end badly very soon. Everyone including you and I could end up splattered all over the walls".
"Mother Night" Surreal almost choked on her drink.
Sadi joins his brother and cousin but remained silence for a good while."Bastard, please I beg you, don't turn this into a pissing contest. Think about Cat. She would be so mad. I have never seen him. He probably doesn't even think there is anything wrong in asking Cat for a dance. Hell's fire old son! There is nothing wrong. It is Protocol. He wanted to meet the Queen. He seems like an educated man. He probably is in Haloway on a business venture". He gets no response. Sadi gives him an incredulous look that sent shivers down his spine and he gives his brother back his signature lazy arrogant smile.
Marian joins them for a while and the atmosphere settled and warmed. Lucivar never felt more relieved. His wise Eyrien wife knew exactly what to do to calm the storm. "Sadi, you look so handsome tonight. I love the face paint. It suits you. Of course, no one can outshine my better half but I see you're dressed to kill tonight". Lucivar could not controlled his laughter and spat his drink all over the floor. Surreal started laughing and said "Sugar, truer words have never been spoken"
Daemon gave Surreal a look that promised pay back. Surreal frowned and instantly regretted saying anything. "I'm glad you find me amusing because you will be laughing all the way until you delivered to me a thorough report on this man at my desk. I want to know everything. I even want to know what he has not done yet. I do not need to stress its importance to you. Do I? The entire territory of Dhemlan can burn to the ground and this comes first.
Surreal nodded and asked Lucivar "Tell me exactly why did I volunteered for this job?" "You are insane. That is why". He gives his wife, Marian a kiss and followed his brother. "Hell's fire" Marian said. When we got our invitation the last thing I expected was for Lucivar to have to follow his brother to the pissing contest.
Daemon approaches Jeanelle and grabs her by the waist. She was in deep conversation with Lord Argon and Karla. "Darling... Lord Argon honors us with his visit as he intends to venture his business to Halaway. He has locations in the territory of Dena Nehele. That area has taken advantage of the profits and Theran has a partnership with him there. He needs, of course, the approval of the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan".
"Lord Argon, pleasure to meet you. I see you have enjoyed the company of my wife, Jaenelle and Lady Karla. Did you enjoy the dancing?"
"Certainly so prince; in fact, your wife is a very skilled dancer. I was not aware of the beauty of the Queen of Halaway. You are very lucky Prince to the keep the company of such magnificent Queens".
"Indeed" Daemon agrees and proceeds to penetrate the inner barriers of the Warlord's mind. He descends to the level of the Red and hears his thoughts. At this point, he wonders how come this man has not protected his thoughts? It must be deliberate. So it is a pissing contest after all…He obviously has balls to challenge a dance with the Sadist. Daemon just glares at him while Argon speaks to Karla. He is aware of what Daemon is doing. In fact, the Sadist has done the same many times. He pretends to be engaged in a conversation while aware of other things.
(For once rumors were true. Daemon is all they say he is. Good looking bastard but makes a fool of himself in front of his wife with his paranoia and temper tantrums. The Queen is provokingly magnificent and exquisite. A woman of real caste, he is just a puppy. He is lacking the control and maturity of experience. He is certainly new to this game. He may know all there is to know about sex but he is far from centered. Let me go before this turns into a Blood Bath. I always wondered if a Warlord Prince knows the difference between free love or just taking a claim over a woman and eliminating any potential threats around them.) For the first time in the entire night, Daemon felt unnerved. Those words dug deep and he had to drink his rage.
"Lady, it has been a pleasure to meet you and your husband. I will be paying you a visit to look over the contract. The proposal was delivered to the Hall today. I am sure you will find it interesting and mutually beneficial. I am in business to make a profit and if I don't have the certainty of success, I do not waste my time in gambling. Lady Karla, I will accept that cup of coffee tomorrow and would love if you join me later for a play on the theater. We can ride the Winds. I heard is getting great reviews" Argon kissed Karla's hand and said "goodnight" to everyone.
"Oh sweet Darkness, what a fine man, isn't he deli-sh? Kiss kiss" says Karla who was giggling and bouncing like a kid on a candy store. Jaenelle smiled at her and clapped her hands.
"Since he has to stay in town for a while, why don't you stay at the Hall and show him around? You know I love to have you close. Isn't that a great idea darling?"
"Daemon…Daemon…..can you hear me?' He had no idea what his wife was saying since he was still seeing all red. He gave them a playful smile and says: "Sure sweetheart, it is wonderful. Shall we go home now?" Daemon continued to stare at the door that Argon used to leave for a moment and then grabs his wife's hand and led her to the Coach waiting outside.
Argon looks at his fireplace and tastes his blood wine. He looks at the red liquid swirling and drinks to Sadi. "Let the games begin"