Chapter 5

Mr Evil Demon's POV

Meanwhile in the underworld, the news of the postponement of the coronation has reached the ears of those demons still willing to stand up against the army of good magic. The underworld had suffered great losses since the Anointed Prince and his brother had come to power and had woken Camelot. There had been multiple bloody battles with huge chunks of the underworld wiped out, the first battle when the boy was just seventeen, and with the crowning of the prince, the underworld had little hope of survival for much longer. Not that it could be destroyed completely, there must always be some evil in the world to balance good, otherwise good itself can become evil with no moral comparison to prevent it, but they could be squished to the point of nearly impossible return to grandeur.

Drogen, the leader of one of the surviving clans that had yet to stop fighting and start running, secretly was very impressed with the boy and his skills as a general, 'If only he was evil,' was a though that quite often entered his mind. But now they had an opportunity, a very small opportunity, but an opportunity none the less to rid themselves of the prince before he gained the full power that city of Camelot, the magical capital, had to offer.

The boy was ill, he had two sets of memories, was in an unfamiliar place surrounded by some unfamiliar people. He was scared, he was weak and he would bet anything his powers had been bound in some way to stop him running away. He was the weakest he had been since he was a small child. This was there last opportunity to save the underworld, to save their own skins. He would also be willing to bet that the security would be a bit more lax, having to worry about the boy's mental health rather than his physical protecting. He would still have to get passed that brother of his, even take him out if the opportunity arose, but even he would most likely be distracted with concern for his brother.

Drogen had summons the leaders of the demons who still stood and fought to try and come up with a way to get to the prince but they kept hitting the same wall. How to get into the Forbidden City? It was spelled so that no being of pure evil, could enter, it also kept all demons out on principle. Demons could be let through if the lord of the city, the prince willed it, and he had for his half demon friends who he knew were loyal to him, but he would never do it for a random demon, an evil being. It hit him in an instant, the barrier did not keep out all evil, otherwise no one would be able to enter as everyone had a part of them that would be inherently called evil. Everyone got the desire to hurt someone else for some reason or another, most just never acted on the desire. He needed someone that wasn't inherently evil, someone that still for some reason or another held a little good inside them and he knew just the people for the job. He turned and sneered at one of his minions waiting by the door, "Bring me the phoenix witches."

Chris's POV

Meanwhile in Camelot:

Chris had finally managed to get out of bed, his aunts, uncles and cousins had left, assuring him that they loved him and that everything would be alright and was left with only his immediate family. His mother had suggested that he have a shower and then he might feel a bit better. He had agreed, he couldn't think of anything better to do. It was a strange thing to stand a walk in this new body, it was bigger and stronger and his reflexes were faster, to tell the truth he didn't really feel fully in control. He made it to the bathroom and stripped of the grey tee-shirt he had been sleeping in leaving him only in a pair of green tartan boxer shorts. He froze at the sight of himself in the mirror, he looked so different. He was bigger, more muscular, he had a well defined six pack, muscled shoulders and arms and his neck was slightly thicker than before. He still kept his thin tall frame and he was not as broad across the shoulders as his brother, but he wasn't obscenely skinny, not a rib in sight. Wyatt walked up to the door about to close it and saw his brother poking himself in his abs and flex his shoulder muscles. He chuckled causing Chris to turn around and notice him, blushing with embarrassed. "That is what daily sword and battle training does to you. I should know," he said lifting up his own shirt still to show his own well muscled stomach, "I'm the only one still willing to fight against you." He moved over to the shower and turned the water on, splashed some cold water on his brother to knock him out of his stupor, pointed out the towels and dressing gown, told him he was going to shower and get changed himself and closed the door on Chris.

Chris showered for half an hour, enjoying the hot water. He hadn't had a hot shower in so long. The resistance had not had the luxury of hot showers and even in the past, sharing with the three sisters there had never been hot water left over when he took his showers. Chris didn't want to leave the bathroom, he didn't want to face the world he didn't understand, but he knew he had to. Wrapped in the dressing gown Chris made his way back into the massive bedroom, only to find it empty. The bed had been perfectly made up and clothes laid out neatly at the end of the bed. The TV was on but muted. He walked across to the clothes and noticed a note saying that they thought he might want some time to himself and to come out a join them for breakfast when he was ready. He started to put on the clothes, nice blue jeans and an expensive looking white dress shirt. As he did up the buttons an image on the television caught his eye. It was him, not that he remember it. The scene changed and it was still of him, he was sitting in the largest chair at a large round table, changing to him bending down and talking to some children in a white marble street, him dressed in armour with the dreaded sword slung at his waist and then a shot of part of a white marble building with large windows, perhaps on the third or fourth story, the palace. He wished he knew how to turn the volume up and suddenly sound came out of the TV, "It is believed that the Anointed Prince Christopher is staying in the royal wing with his family during this hard time as he recovers. We have had no other correspondence from any member of the royal family, since Lord Leo's announcement earlier this morning, but we can be assured that they are with him guiding His Royal Highness through this difficult time. The feeling on the streets here in Camelot and all around the world, is for the safe and speedy recovery of their beloved king, many people have gathered together to pray to the almighty goddess for his return to health." It then changed to footage of people being interview, women were weeping. "Oh the poor boy, he is loves by us all yet in times like these when his is the one in need it saddens us that we cannot help him in return." one woman spoke to the camera. Dozens of people were telling him messages of how much he meant to them, how much they loved him and how much they wanted him to get better. They were also wishing him a happy birthday. Chris was shocked, he was twenty three and apparently already had a great impact on these lives, perhaps his other self knew what he was doing, perhaps once his other memories came back he would be ok.

He did not like to be left alone with his thoughts, so he left his room in search of his family.

Bianca's POV

Back in the underworld

Bianca did not like to be summoned. As a woman of invaluable talent and skill she preferred to be asked nicely by the person who wanted her services, not by some snivelly lower level demon sent by his master. So evidently she was not a good mood as she and her cousin, Katrina, walked into the meeting room towards Drogen and the other leaders.

Drogen turned around and smiled as he saw her enter and gave her a friendly welcome quelling a small portion of her anger. He at least treated her as an equal and with the respect that some once with her skills deserved. She could see some of the others giving he scowls, those who did not respect the power and strength of women.

"Bianca, Katrina, my dear ladies, some great news has reached our ears, we have a chance to strike back, but it is going to be dangerous." At the word 'dangerous' both women were listening keenly.

The women were not demons; they were witches who had during their youth lived on the surface as most witches do. They had been trained as assassins, servicing both sides as long as they would pay. She had been hired by witches to kill demons and by demons to kill witches. They had lived happily in the grey, neither good nor evil, but with the rise of good, Bianca and her fellow phoenixes felt that the new ruler, this Prince Christopher, would not be to forgiving of their occupation and the Phoenix coven had fled to the underworld. She stayed away from the battles, they were not hers to fight as she belonged to neither side. Bianca had nothing personally against the young prince, in fact she found him to be quite attractive. She respected the way he could be both a kind person and a ruthless warrior and of course his looks, being a woman surrounded by filthy demons she could not deny that the well muscled body, dark hair and piercing green eyes didn't effect her. If truth be told she had a little crush on him, not that they had ever met, or would ever meet for that matter.

She cocked an eyebrow at Drogen, "What would this news be? And what is so dangerous about this mission?"

"The Anointed Prince is sick, for lack of a better word, and the good side is in chaos at the news that the coronation has been postponed, Camelot and its future king are weak."

'Sick?" she questioned, she didn't think a little cold could weaken the man that much for the demons to think they had a chance.

"He has another set of memories that are dominant in his mind, he is lost, he doesn't know where he is, who most people are and," an evil grin starting to dominate his features, "he most likely had his powers bound. If we can get someone close to him, he could easily be killed."

Bianca was shocked and she felt her cousin was as well. It was now common knowledge throughout the magical realm that the prince had once travelled from a different future to save it and that at sometime in the future the two versions could merge, making him even more powerful when the merge was complete, but until then, she had to agree with Drogen, he was the weakest he had ever been.

"What do we have to do with this? We don't willingly go up against the royals? We are not that keen on death, hence we are living in this hell hole."

Drogan gave the women a wary look before continuing, "We need someone who can get past the barrier, that can get into Camelot, none of us here can, we are demons and pure evil, but you can being witches who sit in the middle, in the grey, the barrier will not keep you out."

The cousins scoffed, clearly these guys were crazy, "The barrier is only the first step," Katrina countered, "It will only get us into the city, we still have to get into the most guarded section of the palace, to the most powerful man on this planet who is surrounded by the most powerful family. The mission is suicide."

"The boy is weak, his family is distracted and I highly doubt the guards would be much of a problem for assassins as great as you." He goaded the women, he could see it was starting to work, he knew he would win eventually, Phoenix's never denied a job no matter how dangerous, they were the best assassins on the planet, they prided themselves on being able to kill anyone.

The women were starting to realise that this was not a joke, that it was a real job, one that they were duty bound by their coven name to take no matter the danger to their lives, "You will be paid of course, triple the usual fee and a bonus of anything you please on a successful return from your mission."

The women nodded, "What is the exact mission then Drogen, take out the Anointed Prince?"

"Yes," sneered the demon, "And if you can, his brother, I don't think we really want him coming for revenge for the death of his brother do we?"

Everyone in the room shook their heads, and with a curt nod the two witches left the meeting making their way back to their own place to prepare for the biggest assassination of there lives.

End of chapter 5

Hi everyone, I hoped you liked it and the story should get a bit more exciting from now on. Wishing everyone a good weekend and I will hopefully be back with another chapter in about a weeks time as long as I survive this family holiday. Me and my mother stuck in a hotel together could end up with bloodshed.

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