Prelude to Night
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Night
Oh, wow. I didn’t think it would take me this long to update. Especially considering that this is such a short chapter. :( I also had no idea how horribly written the last chapter was. (Hides face in shame) I apologize. I wrote most of it late at night. I’ll go back when I have time and fix it. For those interested, I have spent a great deal of the last month working on a picture of the characters that are in the story so far. I’ve posted it on my LiveJournal account (cranedoll. livejournal. com) and will post a colored version of it sometime in the near future.
Maggie: I’m glad you like it! Especially since you left such a nice review on such a terribly written chapter (note: is still obsessing). Daralis is stubborn though, isn’t he? But Fyren is just as stubborn and persistent. We’ll see who wins. :P
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The Lieutenant had watched as the Daemon entered the temple carrying the unconscious Fay, just as Kieon had said they would. Frowning, he pondered over the attendant’s instructions.
Once they have entered safely, you and your men must set up camp in the nearest village. Be prepared to travel to the next temple in the morning. I will deal with this group personally, but they may have associates.
This was a common practice for Kieon. Aptly named the Black Shadow, he was known for working swiftly and secretly, using the darkness to his advantage. It was because of these very traits that the Lieutenant distrusted the bastard. They couldn’t afford to have such a wild card in their ranks.
Although Kieon had demonstrated great loyalty to the King, it was common knowledge among the court that the mysterious Daemon held no love for the Prince. Many of the soldiers wondered what he would do once Errol inherited the throne (there was actually a good sized betting pool going, if rumors were to be believed). When the Prince did take his rightful place as King of Blodtacan, the Lieutenant hoped to gain favor by revealing the Black Shadow for the traitor he truly was.
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Daralis gritted his teeth as he stood awkwardly to one side and watched Honey converse with Kieon pleasantly. Whether it was due to their connection to Asutiri or something else entirely, the two had hit it off swimmingly. This only served to annoy Daralis more as he huffed.
Looking around, he noticed that Fyren was no longer in the room. Curious, the Fay left the ceremony room and started wandering the halls. As he strode further into the temple, his ears pricked up at the sound of a groan in a hallway to his left. Worried that there were other Daemons in the temple, Daralis raced down the hall. He slid to a stop in front of another set of doors as the sound came again, but louder. As Daralis went to open the doors, he heard a moaned Daralis and froze, horror struck as he caught on to what was really happening.
The sounds continued and the Fay’s face blushed a deep crimson as he turned on his heel and began navigating his way back to the ceremony room, raging silently.
I can’t believe he’d do something so disgusting in a place of worship, damn pervert, I’d castrate him if he wasn’t in Faustivult’s body, or maybe that’s just more reason to do it, damn pervert, can’t keep it in his pants for two seconds-
Daralis proceeded to grumble to himself as he tried to remember which turns he had taken to get here, steadfastly ignoring the slightly hard member brushing against his thigh as he walked.
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Kieon watched knowingly as the other Daemon left. Probably going to go take care of that bulge the pretty Fay caused squirming around on his lap like that, he thought. The Boiijan female, Honey, seemed to notice as well but neither of them mentioned it as they continued to talk about the best way to travel to Valrok’s Temple and how to proceed from there.
“So, any ideas what it is were up against?”
Kieon smiled apologetically. “I only know that it will be a Daemon, most likely a Thirsty one.”
“Only one?”
“Apparently.” Kieon stroked his chin as he pondered, “It does seem strange, doesn’t it? That a single Thirsty Daemon could throw Aeden back into chaos?”
Honey nodded distractedly as she shifted the staff to rest against the inside of her arm as she fumbled beneath her robes, “Is there any way one Daemon could create that much destruction?” Finally, she pulled a blue ring from beneath her robes and slipped it on. It seemed to have an immediate calming effect on the Boiijan and she visibly relaxed, returning the staff to its previous upright position. Recognizing the ring for what it was, Kieon didn’t comment but answered, “Not that I’m aware-”
A thought crossed his mind and he stiffened before laughing half-heartedly, his hands suddenly becoming a flurry of movement as he gesticulated wildly, pacing back and forth.
“There’s no way only one Daemon could cause that much trouble, it’s unheard of! If one Daemon could do all of the things I saw in my visions, then we would have won the war centuries ago! Not to mention that you were accompanied here by a Thirsty Daemon, yet Asutiri doesn‘t seem concerned about him. Of course, that could be because he‘s cursed, making him less of a threat.”
Realizing that the Daemon was rambling, Honey tuned him out and looked to Daralis. Or, at least, where Daralis should have been.
“Where’s Mr. Daralis?”
Halting mid-step, Kieon looked wildly around the room, sniffing the air as he did.
“Probably gone to look for your Thirsty friend. They’re near each other, from the smell of it. Although,” the Daemon sniffed again, “I think the Fay is on his way back. Which reminds me, we should probably retire for the night.”
Daralis entered the room and, having heard the last bit of the conversation, snorted. “What’s left of it, at any rate. The sun will be up within the next five hours.”
He suddenly cried out as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his midsection, pulling him in an embrace as Fyren nuzzled into his hair.
“You’ve had nights with less sleep. Five hours is plenty of time.”
“Yes,” Honey said as she helped Daralis out of Fyren’s grasp, “five hours is plenty of time for sleep. You’ve had your fun. Mr. Daralis will be sharing a room with me tonight.”
Fyren gave a low warning growl, reminded of how Honey had stolen last night from him as well. Warily, he glanced at the staff as she lifted it, the essence of its magic seeping its way into his skin causing him to shudder. Glaring at Honey, Fyren was surprised when he felt a tight grasp on his arm. He had only enough time to glance at Kieon before he found himself dragged out of the room.
“Fyren and I will sleep in the servants quarters. You two may have the room reserved for honored guests. At the end of this hall, take a right, then a left, and it should the third-”
“Fourth,” Fyren interrupted, “it should be the fourth door on the left. The third door is the meditation room.”
Kieon raised an eyebrow questioningly, “Indeed. It seems you’ve been here before.”
The other Daemon tried to look impassive, not willing to give away anything else to this stranger, but hissed as Kieon’s grip tightened further as the attendant continued to drag him in the opposite direction. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Honey waving cheerfully before heading off with Daralis.
As the two Daemons neared the servants quarters, Kieon slowed his pace and released his iron hold on Fyren’s forearm, his eyes wandering over the other Daemon before he spoke.
“I can see you enjoyed yourself tonight. Or should I say smell?”
His cheeks turning a light pink, Fyren scowled and refused to meet the attendant’s gaze. Kieon stopped in front of a non-descript door and pushed it open to reveal the servants quarters. Several beds lined the walls and Fyren could make out a small washing area in the far corner of the room. Slowly entering the room, Fyren shouted as he suddenly found himself pinned to the wall.
Kieon stared intently into the others eyes, studying the ring around the Daemon’s pupils marking the Thirst.
“You’ve been trying to control the Thirst. Poorly, might I add. All you’re doing is delaying it, forcing it to build up until you have no choice but to release it in short bursts. If you’re going to be of any use, you need a better way to…ease the tension.”
Fyren snarled and tried to throw the younger Daemon off of him as he felt Kieon’s hand slip under his tunic. As he felt claws raking his stomach, Fyren gave a particularly hard shove and forced Kieon to step back. Growling angrily, he spat out, “The only touch I desire is that of my Daralis.”
Kieon shook his head as he chuckled amusingly before brushing off his cloak. “As much as you desire the touch of your pretty Fay, it seems he does not return the feeling.” His expression became cold as he admitted, “This isn’t a matter of simple lust and want. You know how dangerous uncontrolled Thirst is. I’d even wager you’ve seen it, perhaps,” Kieon paused as he watched the other Daemon’s reaction, “perhaps even participated in the tragedy that was the Great Purge.”
Fyren twitched and Kieon smiled ruefully. If Fyren was one of the affected from the Great Purge, then he must have been a most notorious offender to have been sealed in one of their temples. Perhaps he means to seek redemption for his crimes, the Daemon thought before an image of the Fay crossed through his mind. Or perhaps he means to follow this Daralis to the ends of Aeden.
Noticing that the older Daemon had calmed down somewhat, Kieon took a step forward once more, effectively pinning Fyren with his body.
“I have matters that need to be taken care of here in Blodtacan. I plan on joining you once I’ve completed my task and, when I do, I will gladly offer my services if it will help keep the Thirst in check. Until then, I suggest you find a better method of release. For now,” Kieon said, placing his hand upon Fyren’s chest, “my first offer still remains.”
Noticing the stubborn set of the older Daemon’s jaw, Kieon leaned in and whispered huskily, “If you’d like, we could darken the candles and you could pretend I was your sweet, dearest Daralis submitting to you.”
Glancing between the hand on his chest and the purple gaze raking over his face, Fyren’s eyes narrowed as he thought it over.
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Ravinger helped Luelle out of the small boat as they finally made it to shore. Looking towards the mountains, he could see the lights from Laminui and smiled.
“It’s magnificent, isn’t it?”
Luelle’s eyes shone as she nodded. One of the largest cities in Aeden, Laminui was known for its lights and radiance. Having grown up in the sheltered life of a noble, it was unlike anything the two had ever seen.
As if summoned by the thought, the creature from the lake stepped out from behind a tree, a low, sad note resounding from its lips. Startled, Ravinger reached for his blade but stopped as he recognized it. Luelle stepped forward and the creature stepped back, the sad note turning into a warning sound.
“It’s frightened,” Ravinger said and kneeled down on the ground. Realizing what he was trying to do, Luelle mimicked his movements. The creature stared at them warily before approaching cautiously, its note of warning become slightly weaker. As Luelle listened to the song-like quality of the creature’s sounds, she was struck by an idea. Getting into a position of prayer, she began to hum the Hymn of Asutiri. The creature’s ears perked up at the sound and it trotted over at a faster pace, the warning tone gone from its sound. Sniffing Luelle’s hair, the creature gave her face a lick before kneeling down in front of her. Still humming, she reached a hand out and began stroking the creatures white mane, causing it to coo.
Cautiously, Ravinger stood slowly and walked over. Even while kneeling, the creature still came up to his chest. Tentatively reaching out, he also began to stroke the creatures fur. When the beast made no reaction except to lean closer to him, Ravinger gave out a laugh.
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PLEASE READ THIS: I would like to know your thoughts on tentacle rape. Depending on the response I may or may not include it in the story. Also, thoughts on Kieon/Fyren? Not as a serious couple, but as (cough) friends with benefits.
Maggie: I’m glad you like it! Especially since you left such a nice review on such a terribly written chapter (note: is still obsessing). Daralis is stubborn though, isn’t he? But Fyren is just as stubborn and persistent. We’ll see who wins. :P
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The Lieutenant had watched as the Daemon entered the temple carrying the unconscious Fay, just as Kieon had said they would. Frowning, he pondered over the attendant’s instructions.
Once they have entered safely, you and your men must set up camp in the nearest village. Be prepared to travel to the next temple in the morning. I will deal with this group personally, but they may have associates.
This was a common practice for Kieon. Aptly named the Black Shadow, he was known for working swiftly and secretly, using the darkness to his advantage. It was because of these very traits that the Lieutenant distrusted the bastard. They couldn’t afford to have such a wild card in their ranks.
Although Kieon had demonstrated great loyalty to the King, it was common knowledge among the court that the mysterious Daemon held no love for the Prince. Many of the soldiers wondered what he would do once Errol inherited the throne (there was actually a good sized betting pool going, if rumors were to be believed). When the Prince did take his rightful place as King of Blodtacan, the Lieutenant hoped to gain favor by revealing the Black Shadow for the traitor he truly was.
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Daralis gritted his teeth as he stood awkwardly to one side and watched Honey converse with Kieon pleasantly. Whether it was due to their connection to Asutiri or something else entirely, the two had hit it off swimmingly. This only served to annoy Daralis more as he huffed.
Looking around, he noticed that Fyren was no longer in the room. Curious, the Fay left the ceremony room and started wandering the halls. As he strode further into the temple, his ears pricked up at the sound of a groan in a hallway to his left. Worried that there were other Daemons in the temple, Daralis raced down the hall. He slid to a stop in front of another set of doors as the sound came again, but louder. As Daralis went to open the doors, he heard a moaned Daralis and froze, horror struck as he caught on to what was really happening.
The sounds continued and the Fay’s face blushed a deep crimson as he turned on his heel and began navigating his way back to the ceremony room, raging silently.
I can’t believe he’d do something so disgusting in a place of worship, damn pervert, I’d castrate him if he wasn’t in Faustivult’s body, or maybe that’s just more reason to do it, damn pervert, can’t keep it in his pants for two seconds-
Daralis proceeded to grumble to himself as he tried to remember which turns he had taken to get here, steadfastly ignoring the slightly hard member brushing against his thigh as he walked.
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Kieon watched knowingly as the other Daemon left. Probably going to go take care of that bulge the pretty Fay caused squirming around on his lap like that, he thought. The Boiijan female, Honey, seemed to notice as well but neither of them mentioned it as they continued to talk about the best way to travel to Valrok’s Temple and how to proceed from there.
“So, any ideas what it is were up against?”
Kieon smiled apologetically. “I only know that it will be a Daemon, most likely a Thirsty one.”
“Only one?”
“Apparently.” Kieon stroked his chin as he pondered, “It does seem strange, doesn’t it? That a single Thirsty Daemon could throw Aeden back into chaos?”
Honey nodded distractedly as she shifted the staff to rest against the inside of her arm as she fumbled beneath her robes, “Is there any way one Daemon could create that much destruction?” Finally, she pulled a blue ring from beneath her robes and slipped it on. It seemed to have an immediate calming effect on the Boiijan and she visibly relaxed, returning the staff to its previous upright position. Recognizing the ring for what it was, Kieon didn’t comment but answered, “Not that I’m aware-”
A thought crossed his mind and he stiffened before laughing half-heartedly, his hands suddenly becoming a flurry of movement as he gesticulated wildly, pacing back and forth.
“There’s no way only one Daemon could cause that much trouble, it’s unheard of! If one Daemon could do all of the things I saw in my visions, then we would have won the war centuries ago! Not to mention that you were accompanied here by a Thirsty Daemon, yet Asutiri doesn‘t seem concerned about him. Of course, that could be because he‘s cursed, making him less of a threat.”
Realizing that the Daemon was rambling, Honey tuned him out and looked to Daralis. Or, at least, where Daralis should have been.
“Where’s Mr. Daralis?”
Halting mid-step, Kieon looked wildly around the room, sniffing the air as he did.
“Probably gone to look for your Thirsty friend. They’re near each other, from the smell of it. Although,” the Daemon sniffed again, “I think the Fay is on his way back. Which reminds me, we should probably retire for the night.”
Daralis entered the room and, having heard the last bit of the conversation, snorted. “What’s left of it, at any rate. The sun will be up within the next five hours.”
He suddenly cried out as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his midsection, pulling him in an embrace as Fyren nuzzled into his hair.
“You’ve had nights with less sleep. Five hours is plenty of time.”
“Yes,” Honey said as she helped Daralis out of Fyren’s grasp, “five hours is plenty of time for sleep. You’ve had your fun. Mr. Daralis will be sharing a room with me tonight.”
Fyren gave a low warning growl, reminded of how Honey had stolen last night from him as well. Warily, he glanced at the staff as she lifted it, the essence of its magic seeping its way into his skin causing him to shudder. Glaring at Honey, Fyren was surprised when he felt a tight grasp on his arm. He had only enough time to glance at Kieon before he found himself dragged out of the room.
“Fyren and I will sleep in the servants quarters. You two may have the room reserved for honored guests. At the end of this hall, take a right, then a left, and it should the third-”
“Fourth,” Fyren interrupted, “it should be the fourth door on the left. The third door is the meditation room.”
Kieon raised an eyebrow questioningly, “Indeed. It seems you’ve been here before.”
The other Daemon tried to look impassive, not willing to give away anything else to this stranger, but hissed as Kieon’s grip tightened further as the attendant continued to drag him in the opposite direction. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Honey waving cheerfully before heading off with Daralis.
As the two Daemons neared the servants quarters, Kieon slowed his pace and released his iron hold on Fyren’s forearm, his eyes wandering over the other Daemon before he spoke.
“I can see you enjoyed yourself tonight. Or should I say smell?”
His cheeks turning a light pink, Fyren scowled and refused to meet the attendant’s gaze. Kieon stopped in front of a non-descript door and pushed it open to reveal the servants quarters. Several beds lined the walls and Fyren could make out a small washing area in the far corner of the room. Slowly entering the room, Fyren shouted as he suddenly found himself pinned to the wall.
Kieon stared intently into the others eyes, studying the ring around the Daemon’s pupils marking the Thirst.
“You’ve been trying to control the Thirst. Poorly, might I add. All you’re doing is delaying it, forcing it to build up until you have no choice but to release it in short bursts. If you’re going to be of any use, you need a better way to…ease the tension.”
Fyren snarled and tried to throw the younger Daemon off of him as he felt Kieon’s hand slip under his tunic. As he felt claws raking his stomach, Fyren gave a particularly hard shove and forced Kieon to step back. Growling angrily, he spat out, “The only touch I desire is that of my Daralis.”
Kieon shook his head as he chuckled amusingly before brushing off his cloak. “As much as you desire the touch of your pretty Fay, it seems he does not return the feeling.” His expression became cold as he admitted, “This isn’t a matter of simple lust and want. You know how dangerous uncontrolled Thirst is. I’d even wager you’ve seen it, perhaps,” Kieon paused as he watched the other Daemon’s reaction, “perhaps even participated in the tragedy that was the Great Purge.”
Fyren twitched and Kieon smiled ruefully. If Fyren was one of the affected from the Great Purge, then he must have been a most notorious offender to have been sealed in one of their temples. Perhaps he means to seek redemption for his crimes, the Daemon thought before an image of the Fay crossed through his mind. Or perhaps he means to follow this Daralis to the ends of Aeden.
Noticing that the older Daemon had calmed down somewhat, Kieon took a step forward once more, effectively pinning Fyren with his body.
“I have matters that need to be taken care of here in Blodtacan. I plan on joining you once I’ve completed my task and, when I do, I will gladly offer my services if it will help keep the Thirst in check. Until then, I suggest you find a better method of release. For now,” Kieon said, placing his hand upon Fyren’s chest, “my first offer still remains.”
Noticing the stubborn set of the older Daemon’s jaw, Kieon leaned in and whispered huskily, “If you’d like, we could darken the candles and you could pretend I was your sweet, dearest Daralis submitting to you.”
Glancing between the hand on his chest and the purple gaze raking over his face, Fyren’s eyes narrowed as he thought it over.
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Ravinger helped Luelle out of the small boat as they finally made it to shore. Looking towards the mountains, he could see the lights from Laminui and smiled.
“It’s magnificent, isn’t it?”
Luelle’s eyes shone as she nodded. One of the largest cities in Aeden, Laminui was known for its lights and radiance. Having grown up in the sheltered life of a noble, it was unlike anything the two had ever seen.
As if summoned by the thought, the creature from the lake stepped out from behind a tree, a low, sad note resounding from its lips. Startled, Ravinger reached for his blade but stopped as he recognized it. Luelle stepped forward and the creature stepped back, the sad note turning into a warning sound.
“It’s frightened,” Ravinger said and kneeled down on the ground. Realizing what he was trying to do, Luelle mimicked his movements. The creature stared at them warily before approaching cautiously, its note of warning become slightly weaker. As Luelle listened to the song-like quality of the creature’s sounds, she was struck by an idea. Getting into a position of prayer, she began to hum the Hymn of Asutiri. The creature’s ears perked up at the sound and it trotted over at a faster pace, the warning tone gone from its sound. Sniffing Luelle’s hair, the creature gave her face a lick before kneeling down in front of her. Still humming, she reached a hand out and began stroking the creatures white mane, causing it to coo.
Cautiously, Ravinger stood slowly and walked over. Even while kneeling, the creature still came up to his chest. Tentatively reaching out, he also began to stroke the creatures fur. When the beast made no reaction except to lean closer to him, Ravinger gave out a laugh.
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PLEASE READ THIS: I would like to know your thoughts on tentacle rape. Depending on the response I may or may not include it in the story. Also, thoughts on Kieon/Fyren? Not as a serious couple, but as (cough) friends with benefits.