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Simurg 2	By : Cynthermes Category: A through F > The Cronnex Series Views: 1365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Your Highness.” Clawed feet abruptly halted in mid-stride and knelt down before the current sovereign of the demon kingdoms.
“Speak.” The demon avatar replied sternly and in a tone that commands superb obedience. Immediately, the loyal subject began to cower in fear. Though their supreme ruler governed them justly and usually never uses ruthless measures to pacify his followers being part god, part demon, King Tesh was the closest being to the reigning God of Chaos.
He was also the only Avatar who had a successful audience with the Almighty Ra’asiel himself. It made his reputation all the more formidable and awe-inspiring.
Even after a lengthy silence, the demon lord still didn’t find the courage to open his fanged mouth, much to Tesh’s dismay. However, the centurion demon’s silence was enough to judge that the outcome of their assault on enemy territory was a failure. “Speak Ma’amon.” The avatar roared causing the centurion to jerk in attention and the couple of acolytes flanking the throne to chortle in glee.
“W-We… we were almost victorious my liege.” For a fearsome demon lord who commands a hundred Strykul to cower and babble the lizard tongue in front of the king was always amusing for the demon acolytes. Their bare scaly shoulders shook as they attempt to stifle their laughter.
“Almost?” Tesh reiterated as his eyebrows rose threateningly up his brow. He was clearly not pleased. One of the acolyte’s short-clawed hands grasped him soothingly on his bare broad shoulders. Pale soft almost feminine-like fingers began to knead on stiff muscles as if to calm the rage boiling within their depths.
For a moment, the centurion managed to look up and note the peculiarity of the Avatar’s choice of acolytes or the ones he chose to bed, rather. For one, they all share the same characteristics. All fourteen male demon fledglings have fair to pale skin color, dark midnight hair, topaz-colored eyes and slender almost androgynous body frames.
A shade of that mischievous maize orbs met Ma’amon’s slightly fearful hesitant lapis lazuli. He had been caught staring and the acolyte kneading the king’s shoulders paused and whispered something on the Avatar’s ear.
The centurion braced himself, waiting for the king’s wrath to befall upon him.
It never came. “Tell me once again, why a centurion demon lord such as yourself managed to fail with a hundred Strykul at his disposal?” Tesh drawled with a more dismissive tone as if swatting a worthless fly.
“A human… witch she might be… used powerful magic to dispel the nerve mist. She was also quite a warrior bearing a flaming sword.” The centurion resumed his pathetic drivel and Tesh rubbed a clawed hand against his brow. A witch… again?
“So you dare say that a witch warrior single-handedly defeated you in battle while your human quarry slipped from your grasp, just like that?” A resounding snap echoed within the throne chambers and the centurion jumped once again much to his embarrassment.
King Tesh had just snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. This ‘habit’ was highly uncommon in demon gestures. Ma’amon found himself prostrating when he answered, “But Your Highness, the wolf familiar was there to guard him again! Both the witch warrior and the familiar made it impossible to proceed. I swear with my life, Your Highness that this would never happen again.”
The Avatar watched the cowering form of his servant impassively and contemplated these collections of nuances impeding his plans for his people. It appears to be that there were somewhat humans with capabilities unimagined who have allied themselves with the Ishman fanatics. Such foolish humans indeed, he thought cheerlessly.
“Withdraw the sorties for now. Let’s watch our opponent’s next move in the distance.” The Avatar declared nonchalantly puzzling the demon lord. Did he just hear the king command the stationed demon warriors to retreat? But they were almost there! They were soon able to breach the new kingdom’s walls and into the Ishman Tower.
“Do you know what tygers do when faced with a bizarre opponent?” The Avatar’s cast down almond eyes suddenly leveled with the centurion’s once more. Ma’amon nearly flinched at their calculating intensity. It seems keeping one’s face blank was not enough to escape this demigod’s scrutiny. And to have his musings directly voiced out for him made his insides squirm.
“Wh-What, my liege?” Ma’amon erred awkwardly.
“They wait patiently until they have the chance to strike their opponent’s blind side.” Complete withdrawal apparently never crossed their sovereign’s mind. And without another word, the centurion was dismissed while King Tesh summoned a different demon warrior.
Another demon lord now kneeled before the Avatar, quite proudly. He was tall while in a bent position, muscular but he moved with fatal grace and agility. He had flowing, straight straw colored hair that could easily be mistaken for a human’s. A single green horn adorned the top of his oval-shaped winsome face. He was almost bare apart from a tyger fur breechcloth much like the Avatar’s while dragon clawed hands and feet set him apart from centurions’ canine attributes.
“Hvergel’mir.” Tesh addressed the dragon spawn.
“My lord.” Hvergel’mir answered curtly but with much deference. “How can I be of service?”
“You will be my eyes and ears from the skies. Be sure to cloak yourself in the safety of the night.” The demon sovereign answered with the same aloof demeanor but the dragon halfling understood the command perfectly. The acolytes giggled again but this time in hushed bashful tones. Tesh dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
“It seems my acolytes are getting more fond of one particular war commander.” He spoke suddenly cutting off their demure attempts at flirting. It didn’t help the demonlings that the source of their subtle admiration was still halfway out of the throne room. Now it was the acolytes’ turn to tremble in fear, something Tesh found amusing. “I have to warn you though that Commander Hvergel’mir prefers screams of pain than giggles of affection for him.” That final statement drained the little color left in their pale complexion. But before he could stand and leave the premises of his throne, a demon courier came hurtling inside.
“My liege! The humans have once again opened the underground tunnels for transport!” The messenger informed in between ragged gasps.
“What else?” King Tesh pressed though he already knew the answer in the courier’s mind.
“There’s a quartet with unknown race headed right this way! But the guards are already alerted of their presence in the tunnel. We are prepared to do anything to drive them out before they can sully our lands with their grubby feet.” The loyal servant assured him but there was something that unsettled the avatar.
“Have you been to the tunnels yourself to see?” Tesh asked gesturing for the courier to rise from his sprawled spider-like position.
“I have checked the tunnels but all I had was a glimpse of them.” The courier gratefully obeyed the wordless order. There, the compressed air sprung up a bit when the messenger stood. It was faint but Tesh knew for certain that an aura of this quality… for it to cling to the courier in that distance was something not to be taken lightly.
“It seems we have a band of guests coming. Maybe I would personally meet them myself.” The king strode past the servant without even waiting for his outraged reaction he was sure to have crossed that bland face.

It had been five starry nights after the last full moon and still the memories of that particular fiery evening lingered in Cinder’s mind. He walked steadily using Elyn’s enthusiastic hand as a guide though he was sure he wouldn’t bump much into walls or get lost if the boy didn’t lead on. He knew it was foolish to daydream in the underground tunnel of all places! But he just couldn’t provoke happy thoughts in this place without thinking of his beloved after the incidents of the past several months.
Elyn had caught his lovey-dovey expression more than once and mercilessly teased him for it. “Glassy-eyed lover boy,” or “Walking blushing tomato head,” or worse, “Love-bitten man wife.” But all of these were true… especially the last phrase—insult. Now that ‘Theo’ made it a habit of presenting himself to them namely Cinder’s little band of friends, Ra’asiel’s human form found it unnecessary to hide his ‘marks of possession’. In fact he seemed much keen to place his brands of affection where they would show the most in his consort’s body much to Cinder’s mortification.
His free hand unconsciously traveled on the base of his neck where the most prominent of his bruises mimics a large purple jewel. And it was enough to spark the memory back to life.
Cind’rikh’s back was painfully arched and dripping with sweat while his thighs quivered at each stroke of barely just the tip of the Opposing One’s sly tongue on the moistening slit of his sex. The pleasure was much too intense at once and the strain of keeping himself quiet (He must not lose) was beginning to take its toll on his blissfully tortured body.
He burrowed his flushed face further on the crook of his arm when he caught a flash of deadly passionate golden eyes staring straight at him. The wet warm flesh paused in its task and the phoenix-incarnate heaved a breath of relief, which easily caught in his throat when Ra’asiel chuckled seductively. “Still keen on keeping quiet, are we? I wonder how much longer can you hold out, before you surrender to me?” He felt large fingers trace the tautness of the straining muscles of his thighs and a soft kiss was placed there.
Cind’rikh flinched a moment later when that cunning mouth nipped the spot it kissed. A series of more carefully planted kisses followed with an unpredictable suckling here and there made the godling jerk each time. He quickly understood the new nature of their love play. It made him raise his guard anticipating where those lips would attack next. It didn’t help much, he soon found out.
The more he anticipated the nips and bites, the more the light kisses prolonged and when he was getting a tad too lax, his lover chose that exact moment to suckle the most sensitive parts of his flesh. Ra’asiel was now on his way to his chest, easily bypassing his aching erection as those lips pressed a kiss on his navel making him shudder.
The god didn’t fail him this time and a delighted hiss escaped his lips when a tongue darted out to stimulate the circular mounds of flesh. Ra’asiel chuckled again at this development. The smallest noise made was triumph on the Opposing One’s side. And the mediator found himself reprimanding his traitorous body for it. “Your lewd body is obviously on my side.” Ra’asiel observed another twitch and had no qualms about rubbing the fact on his face.
The shame of it darkened the blush on his cheeks if that were possible. A firm hand encircled his wrist and he panicked when it tried to remove the protective arm he used to hide his face in. Cind’rikh tried to resist and soon it became a bout of wrestling limbs. The godling used his other hand to fend off the offending limb but Ra’asiel was still much stronger, human form or not. “Yield Beloved. It’s about time you stop using your arm as an indecent hiding place.”
The reference of deceiver brought the temperamental creature out of the phoenix-incarnate. “I’m not hiding ‘from you’ damn it!” Cind’rikh hissed this time irately. Now he used his hands to swipe or to scratch the taunting smirk off that face. He failed miserably.
The Opposing One merely captured his wrists as he moved out of harms way and laughed at his antics as if they were amusing! The nerve! Cind’rikh opened his mouth intent to let a lengthy string of curses fly but was easily silenced when hungry lips covered his own. He gasped as that agile tongue took the advantage and slipped inside. It traced the velvety confines of his mouth and the godling found his eyes clenching shut.
The heated kiss distracted him enough that his eyes snapped open and found both of his arms pinned above his head on the mattress. The other tilted his chin up so red and gold orbs were level with each other. “I want you to watch. Don’t avert your eyes as I pleasure you.” That dangerous stare alone sent chills up his body. But he was in a defiant mood right now. “And if I refuse?”
“You’ll see.” Ra’asiel smiled evilly daring him to defy and gently bit the soft shell of his ear.
Cind’rikh eagerly returned the smug quirk of lips. Red eyes followed the mischievous descent of that dark wavy-haired head that settled itself on his chest. The Opposing One did a tentative lick on the skin just below a pinkish nipple, watching him like a hawk if he chose to disobey and close his eyes.

And the rebellious godling did just that. Almost immediately he felt warm breath on the sensitive base of his throat. A moan nearly escaped and he bit his lip to keep it in when his lover sucked a bruise on his neck. That cruel mouth descended again and their eyes met just before lips encased the peaking bud on his breast. The godling closed his eyes again lost in sensation as the ticklish suckling began. Careful teeth tugged at the sensitive flesh before it returned to its previous assault on his marked throat.
This time realization caught on. For each time he closed his eyes in defiance, revenge was swiftly building at the base of his neck. Cind’rikh briefly wondered if his stubbornness would earn him a gaping hole there tomorrow. He had lost count on how many times that devouring mouth nipped that same exact spot. It must be utterly raw by now, he thought absently.
His thoughts swiftly scattered when he felt a warm surge of power accompany that questing hand on his left inner thigh. The tender folds of his entrance slowly parted on their own accord at that burning touch. He gasped loudly and his widening red eyes met intent half-lidded golden ones. Cind’rikh was suddenly vulnerably open beneath the God of Chaos, thighs spread, and arms imprisoned, his breath in shallow pants and his heartbeat raced. He was so out of it he barely realized what was happening!
There was too much anticipation ringing in his ears, his skin tingled, and he dared look down at the erect monstrosity poised at his unprotected opening. Ra’asiel licked his lips and without breaking their beheld gaze pushed inside, entering him completely.
The godling uttered a choked cry; the sensation of being filled so quickly yet so smoothly was unbearably erotic. It shattered the silence of the enclosed walls of the Corinthan palace’s isolated tower. Once again the Lord of Chaos prevailed in his young lover’s surrender. He released those limp hands and his wicked fingers fondled, pulled and twisted now stiff reddish nipples.
“Ah! N-No! Ahh!” Cind’rikh bucked his hips seducing thick erect flesh to plunge deeper.
“I was starting to miss your loud side, beloved. And here you are.” Ra’asiel purred and kept pulling at the tender abused nubs while he thrust his sex in and out slowly.
“Nhaahhh! Unh! Ah… Ah!” His consort was completely incoherent though his love hole somewhat tightened in retaliation.
It was the massive god’s turn to hiss but he maintained his pace and abandoned his consort’s chest while placing a crushing grip on slender hips. He was confident they would leave eye-catching bruises when his young lover should attempt partial nudity. “Are you saying it’s not enough?”
“D-Damn You!” There, coherent words at last.
The Opposing One responded by withdrawing further. Now only the crown of his member remained inside. “I’m always honored to be the object of your infuriation, Love.”
“What are you…?” Cind’rikh stammered, conflicting emotions prominent on his flushed features. A drop of sweat trickled down his chin with a hot tongue in quick pursuit.
“Tell me what you want, Beloved.” Ra’asiel whispered in his ear coaxingly while teasing the sensitive reddish rim of the godling’s entrance. The Lord of Chaos was shamelessly rutting against his yawning love hole.
His responsive wanton body twitched at the unexpected assault. How can a lover be so vastly infuriating whilst invoking unparalleled humiliation? And the worst part was, Cind’rikh found himself terribly aroused.
He was so hard now that the only thing buzzing in his head was to mate. He now wondered if his husband had the power to turn him into a sex-starved beast because that was how he felt at the moment. “Nnghh… W-Want… you…” He licked his suddenly dry lips and struggled to form even simple human words.
Another nip on the side of his neck distracted him. “S-Stop… that! Just…” He panted.
“Just what?” The leviathan flesh slowly returned deep in his body. His back curved deliciously in answer and his lips parted to utter a soundless moan.
His shaking hands reached out around Ra’asiel’s throat, “Have me.” He ordered.
The Opposing One all but growled, “Yes…”
“Ah!” His centermost pleasure node was instantly rammed hard.
“Unh! Ah! Ah!” His body received swift stabs of pleasure with each rough thrust.
“Ah! Ahh! Ahh! AH! Oh… Ohhh…Please!” He was furiously being slammed against the mattress.
The lewd noises their bodies made added to their ragged grunts, moans, and gasps of ecstasy.
Cind’rikh’s body was now winded very tight, pleasure nodes throbbing erratically with each snap of their hips. He was close and his pleasure-giver was close too. Their gazes remained locked on each other each pair darkened with overwhelming desire.
Cind’rikh climaxed in long drawn out screams but Ra’asiel just won’t stop making him come.
“L-Love… I can’t… anymore…” He whimpered helplessly still out of breath.
But Ra’asiel was just not done. He wanted more, hunted greedily again and again. His bestial side sprung loose forcing his mate to keep hunting with him until those hands squeezed his throat.
And then at last the Lord of Chaos was sated to fill his mate up to the brim with his seed. They both collapsed, gasping, and limp from too much.
His legs gave a little lurch before Elyn set them right again, a painful reminder of their greedy tryst. Cinder had the modesty to seriously snap out of it before he tripped on both of them. Then something immediately stood out. It was his turn to tug Elyn’s hand back to a halt.
The boy’s aquamarine eyes looked up questioningly at him but he was smart enough not to breathe a word. Both of his other companions pause as well. “We’ve been seen.” The godling mind-touched them.
Cinder felt the stirrings of different threads of life hours ago. He just refused to acknowledge it to his companions until he was sure they weren’t contaminated with a certain magic-hungry mystical metal.
In the past several months, the phoenix-incarnate familiarized himself with the characteristics of mythral and how it alters the properties of a person’s thread of life. Unfortunately it wasn’t as easy as he had hoped. The base or core of the thread was relatively the same, according to his model of reference. It was common sense to ask Naedas help on the matter for he was the only one exposed to the blue metal. But his particular thread remained unchanged even after the mythral was extracted. Or maybe another possibility is that the change or ‘impurity’ was permanent even after the detrimental object is removed from the human body.
And now back to the current situation. He still had no experience or clue whatsoever on what sort of change it would do if used on a demon. So far the only thing he could come up with not using his divine wisdom of course, was that a mythral-contaminated person’s thread was most likely to be less vibrant than the average one. The only sort of confusion that may arise from such a comparison would be a person on the verge of dying.
The threads were vibrant so far, exuding life and distinctly with sharp jagged protrusions like vines of thorns. They were almost compelling one not to venture further but every person in the group including the youngest agreed to overcome the risks to open a new path.
Miermi’s original goal was to negotiate his arse past racial boundary to bring Elyn in the safety of the tamer demons in the past. But this time with the return of absolute power back to its rightful monarch in Corintha, the only way to avoid war amongst mortal enemies of demons versus humans was to straighten a misunderstanding. With the underhanded activities of the Ishman Fanatics, demons were mistakenly put to blame against the atrocities committed by the aforementioned party.
Astral’s protégé suggested that the trip could be used for a double purpose and that is to establish a peace treaty between human and demon borders. An alliance, if achieved could fair better survival of the two races against an enigmatic powerful enemy.
“I’ll go first while you three stay behind. It’s best to maintain our pace lest we make ourselves suspicious.” The phoenix-incarnate said in their thoughts and all three nodded but not before he saw a mischievous glint on moss-green orbs.
“Finally done with the daydreaming phase, I see.” The sorcerer mind-touched back with the slightest quirk of his lips.
The brunet lad chose not to comment and led on until the visible patch of light was up ahead. He braced himself when his sandal-shod feet stepped on the brightness expecting for an ambush.
Nothing happened.
And when the horizon came into view, the sound of tumbling earth made him draw back in hasty retreat.
It wasn’t like him to be scared of heights but this steep cliff beyond a cavernous tunnel was just too blunt of a surprise. How did it come to this?
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to find Miermi’s highly amused expression. The sorcerer mutely pointed at the narrow winding stone steps to the left, hidden discreetly for any unsuspecting traveler.
Cinder found himself reddening in embarrassment for the umpteenth time that day.
“We must not forget that demons are forever sly creatures.” The sorcerer reminded him sternly like how a father would lecture a son at the face of incoming danger. But then the next instant a softer countenance replaced the previous unreadable expression. “It would have scared the life out of me to watch you fall into the unseen greenery below.”
Speaking of greenery, the quartet stood in awe before a vast sea of lush forests and jungles. The trees were not like anything they have seen before. They were soaring high and in different varying colors though most were in verdant shade others that seem to cluster in groups had blue, violet, pink, and even red leaves. They were almost like giant flowers encircling the entire demon kingdom.
There were also strategic rivers flowing around the division of trees. It could easily be a trick of the light but from afar, the waters tinged lustrous carmine. And finally at the center stood a three-tiered black castle four times larger than the Corinthan Palace embraced with red humongous vines of thorns. It was the only major structure that effortlessly stood out apart from two minor towers at each side.
Dark colors ruled in contrast to Corintha’s white marble and gold. Tranquil woodlands opposite to bustling colonies dominated the area. Gigantic mountain ranges instead of great waters separated the demon kingdom from the rest of the continent.
It was like they stepped into another world completely. Only the clear blue sky of the late morning sun assured them that they were still on the same realm of the living. “What now?” Naedas asked now apparently unsure.
The land was expansive, the cliff steep and the pathway of descent narrow and perilous. Moreover it might take them weeks before they can set foot to the country that occupied the land closest to the bowels of the earth.
“Is this Visfern the way you remembered it to be?” Cinder finally turned to Miermi who had gone silent after a while. He could tell something was off in the elfin man’s behavior.
For all this time, the sorcerer was confident that though Elyn was a halfling, the kingdom would surely take him in and that made the brunet lad wonder why.
Miermi sighed and faced him square in the eyes. “No, this is not the Visfern I remember. In fact only the narrow steps remain the same.” The words had a tone of sheepishness in it but those moss green eyes were veiled with something indecipherable.
Perhaps it was indecision, Cinder realized. He could understand the feeling of being so certain of something only to be proven otherwise. “I believe there has been a change of headship in the kingdom. The previous demon king, Elyn’s father might have been replaced by someone else.”
Jaws drop at this very sudden revelation. Not so much of a hint could have prepared them for this monster-in-a-box, confession.
“Grandfather…?” Elyn’s expectant expression thawed the ice of the sorcerer’s sharp expression. However it did nothing to disperse the clouds in Miermi’s eyes.
Cinder placed his hands comfortingly on the curly-haired boy’s shoulders, comprehending. A sad smile crept on his face, quite envying how truly protective Elyn’s grandfather is to his grandson.
Porphoras was the closest thing Niccas could have as a grandfather but the Great Alchemist did nothing to save him from his fate and even today maintains his stubborn silence. Emotions cast aside, the Mediator assumed the task set upon him on this distorted world. “I shall make dialogue with the demon king and ask permission for an audience with us. In the meantime, I suggest you three should return to Corintha until I sort things out.”
“I suppose you are right. There are other things I haven’t sorted out either.” Cinder didn’t expect the sorcerer to mirror his words and with such a resigned tone. “But Elyn is safest with you so take good care of him while I’m gone.”
His grandson instantly objected. “But Grandfather! Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry Elyn dear, I won’t be long. I just have… some matters to attend to.” Miermi ruffled his grandson’s hair affectionately. “I will return and see you as soon as I can.” He turned to Cinder with a blazing intensity in his eyes like green forest fire.
It vanished when he regarded his other companion. “Come Master Naedas you will have to report to His Majesty what you have seen.” He beckoned the young alchemist in a detached fashion and hastily spun around before any more emotion could show.
“Grandfather… why?” Tears were welling on the corners of aquamarine eyes at this sudden turn of events.
But the Elfin man didn’t even look back while Naedas kept looking behind his shoulder in an awkward parting gesture but the brunet lad waved his hand in assent to their departure.
Cinder knelt in front of Elyn’s silently weeping form and gently brushed the tears away. Only he and Miermi were aware of what was transpiring at the mouth of the tunnel. The threads that shuffled about were at least decreasing in proximity. The spying demons were much put at ease with the retreat of the human pair. “Elyn, listen to me. Your grandfather was not prepared for the changes of this kingdom. He is just biding his time to keep you safe.”
The curly-haired half demon shook his head in frustration. “The new inhabitants of this kingdom are much too distrusting of human kind for now.” He stifled the abrupt flash of ‘white grub’ in his mind as it pertained to humans in the demon language. “Your grandfather found it wise to step back so that your father’s people may give you the chance to get to know you as kin.”
“But I’m not one of them! Race has no meaning for me. It doesn’t matter if one is human or demon. They’re all persons aren’t they?” The halfling’s sudden outburst nearly threw the mediator off-guard. But Cinder recovered swiftly and bluntly. “To you they may not matter but to humans and demons in general, the other is always treated as an enemy. In fact that is the reason why some humans wanted to harm you Elyn. Your grandfather can’t take it if the demons would do the same.”
And as if to set his point across, a spear flew straight at them! With inhuman precision and speed, Cinder caught the demon trident in deft fingers. He stood shielding Elyn behind him and faced their attackers with fierce determination. Whoever was this kingdom’s new ruler, he/she was an excellent protector of his/her people. This shows promise if they weren’t the targeted intruders.
His ruby gaze flared up in the sky where it met several pairs… of dragon eyes and their riders, whom were obviously dragon-spawn. While the latter glared in hostility, majority of the dragons easily recognized him through their link with their eldest, Wyrtgeorn.
“Fancy spearing me with a greeting, Dre’aganzdlings.” Cind’rikh addressed them with the serrated forked tongue. The dragons visibly flinched on the ethereal undertones. They shrieked and snorted in unison to command respect and the dragon-spawn finally caught on.
The squadron lowered themselves in mid-flight at the end of the disconnected tunnel. One particular dragon-spawn dismounted his dragon and hopped into the ground. Elyn’s grip tightened on his vest and he enclosed those trembling hands with his own while his scarlet eyes never left the straw-haired demon that now approached.
To the halfling’s surprise, the mighty demon dropped and prostrated with his face nearly touching the dirt. “My name is Hvergel’mir, leader of the Dragon Knights. Please forgive our insolence, we are highly unaware of your presence My Lordship.”
Cinder’s face fell. For a demon… especially a dragon-spawn to speak the human tongue was beyond even the godling’s imagination. Was it because of his current human shape?
“Our reigning king is anxious to meet you but only if you would give him the honor.” Hvergel’mir continued in the same language and yet he remained prostrate as if waiting to be given permission to rise.
“Only if you’re willing not to attack my charge, I give you leave to rise.” The phoenix-incarnate replied cautiously back to the human tongue.
“You have my confidence that you both are out of harms way.” A voice mind-touched him in answer that came straight from the direction of the black castle. His heart tingled oddly in reaction.
Do all demons in Visfern able to speak in human language? There was only one way to find out.
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