Lucivar stood in the doorway of the kitchen that led to the living room. Daemon was floating behind him just above waist height. Both Aaron and Khary were just behind him. A muffled scream from outside had made him stop from going any further. The front door that had been so nicely opened to them burst into splinter… a woman crashing through the now open doorway.
She fell to the floor her long black hair draped around her. Fear poured off her in waves. Funny thing fear… it should smell like the one it was coming from. In this case a female laying in a heap on the ground… it didn't. It smelled of anguish and fear… it smelled of… not tainted but broken…. It smelled of a warlord prince who was behind him not in front of him. Daemon's scent was saturated into this little wrench.
Anger moved in rhyme or the war drum. Fast with deadly clarity. Karla moved fast to get between him and the pray. He moved quicker. One hand lifted her off the ground by her scrawny neck. The other was holding his Warblade. Finely honed and sharp enough to make air bleed … oh how it was calling for her blood.
"Prince Yaslana." The cold enraged voice came from behind him. What fool would challenge a warlord prince who was enraged? Who would dare challenge him?
Dark waves of anger answered his question and remained him of something … there was one warlord prince both the High Lord and Daemon viewed as a serious threat… the child of the wood… the Dae al Mon warlord prince… the man who was standing behind him and challenging him for the pray.
"Attend." The angry growl was a Queen's voice. It held razor sharp ice but not midnight. It was still enough for both men to leash the tempers. At least for a moment.
Chaosti leaned lazily on the doorframe not intruding but challenging his right to be there just the same. His eyes never looking away from the eyrien who was in front of him. "The Lady wants to speak to all those involved."
Lucivar let out a deep growl, "As the lady wishes." He tossed the witch to the side with as much ease a tossing away a towel. Then hissed, "If she makes a sound start with her legs and work up."
"Prince…" it was a warning growl.
"The Lady wants to speak to her. I don't recall needing legs to talk. And forgive me if I forget but I do believe that the High lord only needs the head to get every answer he needs and to inflict the greatest amount of pain. So as I said if the bitch so much as whimpers start with her damn legs or I'll rip her damn limbs off and shove them so far down her throat no healer regardless of who it is will be able to tell what limb goes where." He could have said just as much with a sharp glare or fewer words but right now he needed to give his anger a voice and know his command would be followed.
And that was enough…more than enough… "Prince Yaslana you will go outside and not return till I call for you."
Lucivar glared at the queen who was a friend and fought hard to remember that he could not harm her. In a low menacing growl he forced out the words, "And what would you have me do while outside Lady?"
She could almost feel the heat rising off him. She couldn't leash that temper and she couldn't trust those who were here not to join him on the killing field. But she could redirect that temper… "I don't care if you destroy every building in this territory but you do it out there. Now let me work unless you want to explain to your queen why her husband is demon dead instead of being among the living."
Lucivar turned on her. If she hadn't already been kneeling down to take a closer look at Daemon's wounds he would have snapped at her. As it was he could accept the dismissal and go find something that deserved his temper or stay here and be the cause of his brother's death. Neither set well with him but he was not going to explain to the Lady why her husband was dead instead of healing. And he sure as hell wasn't going to explain to the High lord that there had been a chance to save Daemon and it was his fault that that chance had been loss. No he was a great deal of many things but a fool was not one of them.
Chaosti moved just enough to let him pass the quickly placed a gray lock and shield on the door frame. He wasn't locking Lucivar out just anyone else. And was not going to take a chance that at least some of those here in this city would love the chance to collect a blood debt from Prince Sadi… even if they would have to go through the pissed off eyrien to start with.
Lucivar was a good street away with empty houses blazing behind him when a Man approached him. The man wasn't as tall as Daemon but was nearly as finely built. Black hair and bronze skin. Not that he expected anything less being in Hayll but… Lucivar closed his eyes into narrow slits. The fool was approaching in a manner that screamed he would rather be eating nails. His arms loosely at the side his palms pointed outward. He was walking into a slaughter… his own.
The man's physic scent hit him as the man came within range … not fear… but intrigue. "That's far enough warlord."
"Prince Yaslana." The man bowed the proper distance of a man who knew how to show respect and in a way that said that if not for a formality he wouldn't have.
"You have me at a loss. You seem to know who I am but I …"
"I'm of no one important. Just a Man who like for his home to remain standing."
Interesting. A fool… but interesting. "And stepping into my path would accomplish that how?"
The man looked horrified.
Didn't think it through did you puppy? "I wasn't aware that any of the places that are now burning were inhabited." Lucivar offered. Oh he was still pissed off but being out here destroying things and no one stopping him had given his fury to simmer back to just pissed off. It was something that could change in a heartbeat.
"They weren't but …"just for a moment he look over his shoulder, "This part of the street still have a few tenets."
… and prey.
"I see. And what is stopping me from continuing that way If I so choose to?"
"Nothing. I had only hoped if you truly just wanted to watch most of the city burn you would choose to set a tongue of witch fire to the old SaDiablo estate instead."
A fool… a smart, brave fool… but still a fool. Lucivar scratched his chin as if really considering it, "and why would I care if that place was still standing?"
'It would make no difference to you sir. But it would mean a great deal to the young queens that don't yet rule. It would be one less reminder of what was and what thankfully is no more."
Well hell if the damn fool was going to enlist help he sure did his research first. He didn't answer the man nor make any notion that he cared but he did let one more controlled burst out at another empty cottage and continue down the street going directly to the damn manor.
Well here it was the damn house that use to house that bitch priestess and her pet queens. It was a much too worthy a prize to only set ablaze. Oh no a prize like this deserved sooo much more.
Lucivar stalked the grounds around the once lushes manor house until he had completely circled it. Most of the windows were gone, and what he could see from the outside someone had removed most of the furnishing… why anyone would want anything from that bitch he couldn't even guess.
Sadi would be pissed if he ever found out that he hadn't been asked to help in the demolishing of this place. Not that he actually would came here and help with it… but he would be offended just the same for not being asked.