Firestar Ch. 9

A bit more insight into the dilemma of the kings... But is Domingo's human side poking out?

“Ah… I should be...Human…” Nash blinked, only to feel his hands quickly gripped by warm, bony fingers. “No, No you-- You can’t be… Humans don’t… Glow as you just did…!” Edward argued, but Tia could tell his energy was fading fast… Nash reeled back, just a little, in his confusion. Feeling Tia intervene, he quietly spoke, “Pardon me, ma’am.” Edward let go of him and used everything he had in him to not immediately collapse. But as soon as Tia held him, he could feel a haze flowing through him. “… We’ll discuss this after you rest,” she stated, carrying the winged boy to her room.

As the singer, bassist, guitarist, and the ice fae prince moved out of her way, the three seeing ones looked among each other, before all eyes were on the bassist. Nash was about to ask what was on their minds before Banschae shook his head, “Can we please leave the bathroom…??” Mickunae’s response was to transform into a pixie and zoom out the door, Banschae following on foot; normal sized. Vincent nodded to that, and offered Nash a hand up. Nash didn’t respond for a moment, until Vincent voiced his offer. “I was wondering why you were just standing there.” Nash shrugged, accepting the hand up.

Vincent pulled him up, and guided him out to the hallway. “I’m a bit curious what Edward knows… Aren’t you?” Nash nodded, “Well, from what Grams always says… Angels watch over us and guide us. I wonder what Edward’s here for… Could he be… Micku’s guardian angel, maybe?” Vincent shrugged, “Fire looking after ice…? Sounds crazy to me, but… He sure as hell saved our crazy fairy-boy… I feel like s**t about making him have to, though.” Nash could feel this bothering Vincent… “It wasn’t your fault. Hell, you didn’t wanna let him get hurt. You tried to stop him… You’re practically his guardian angel, yourself!” Vincent suddenly seemed to snap. “Yeah, a guardian that f*****g failed! Again!” Nash winced and leaned back a bit. “Whoa, Vince- You didn’t--” Nash was interrupted by Vincent going off again, “I could have lost Mickunae. I almost f*****g made us lose him! Just like I let ‘Her’ die like that! If I’m any kind of guardian angel, I fell from the damn sky a long f*****g time ago!” Vincent stormed off, leaving Nash a bit confused, and very concerned… He knew Vincent was emotional, but… He sure didn’t take the recent events very well… He seemed to bottle everything up, then explode.

Konmekkio paced, as Ramiro watched. Ramiro wasn’t able to say anything, really. But his expression showed his worry. He eventually gave in and let out one small cry to get the Funarian’s attention. Oh, how Ramiro cringed at his baby voice. It just felt weird. But, it got Konmekkio to perk his ears and come pick him up. “Aih, I apologize, child. I just think we’d have heard back from Wolfiennae by now. I knew he shouldn’t have gone alone…!” Ramiro couldn’t help but agree. It had been three days, and no word had been heard. Everyone was antsy, and the guard captain was struggling to follow Wolf’s orders to stay on Funari. He’d come to argue this point with Konmekkio several times. Konmekkio, who clearly wanted a rescue team out for Wolf, had to reject the captain, as the king told them only to come for a distress call. Which, he knew Wolf was stubborn about… Or perhaps he was wise… Wolf would always make it known that distress calls, if placed wrongly, could be picked up by the wrong person.

Konmekkio held Ramiro and kind of cuddled him. Ramiro at first found it kind of weird, but then again, as a baby, what better comfort could he offer? “Aih, sorry.” Konmekkio sighed, releasing the hug a bit. Ramiro tried to say, “No worries. You needed comfort.”… But it was horribly mispronounced. Ramiro kind of felt bad. Was this his fault? Was the king in danger? Either way, he was at least a little happy his goofy-sounding words helped bring a little light, as he saw the Funarian crack a smile. “Cute…!”

Nash was sitting on the living room sofa, when Vincent came out from ensuring Edward would rest. True, Edward was of high concern to the singer, after all the pain and all. But, Vincent couldn’t help but wonder about Nash… Plus, he owed him an apology, and an explanation. The bassist had just sort of been… Staring at a wall? Well, not staring, being blind. But it’s what it looked like. “… Nashy...?” he addressed. Nash smiled softly, “You okay, man?” Vincent could only lower his eyes, “Sorry, dude. I owe you a huge apology… But also, I gotta ask… What was that? Like, you touched Edward, and relieved him of what was happening?”

Nash looked uncomfortable, and shifted without a word. “Nash?” Vincent asked, taking a seat next to the bassist. Nash sighed, “I’ve been trying to figure that s**t out, myself,” he spoke, touching the star on his cheek. Vincent caught a glimpse of a soft glow from it, but wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of the light. “… Would… Your grandparents have any idea? Who’re your parents?” Vincent asked. He immediately realized he may have asked a sensitive question. However, Nash didn’t seem offended.

“We never knew our parents. Gramps found Kiyoshi and Milo on the side of the road. Kiyo was only a baby. And Milo- He was little, but- he could wave for help… Mikio, they contacted after he was rescued from abuse, and his DNA matched Kiyo’s. All I know is he was thrown in a trash heap. Tang-Mi was a similar situation, but worse. He won’t speak of it to this day. But he’s still pretty afraid of fire, up close.” Nash explained. Vincent winced. Tang-Mi was made completely of scars, it seemed. Now it seemed obvious that he was burnt, but Vincent could see other types of scars whenever he stood close enough. “… So you’re orphans… Small world, to have found each other. What about you, if I may?”

Nash took a deep breath. “Well, my earliest memory… I was in France, actually.” Vincent raised his brows, “Wow! France?” Nash nodded. “Well, not in a good situation, though… My fosters did… Weird things. I was more like an animal to them than a child. When they had to run from the police, they fled to France… There, they lived kind of in the middle of nowhere, and kept me in a chicken-coop. But, with wire over the top, at about a chicken’s height, too… It gets cold when you’re kept outdoors with no clothes or anything. I actually dug a hole for shelter. Thankfully, it was the same winter a neighbor noticed and law enforcement found me…. That being said, we know nothing, really of our heritage.”

Vincent winced, “Wow, I… Never realized. You guys seem so….” Nash nodded, “Normal? Happy? I don’t know if either’s the right word.” Vincent nodded, “Yeh. It works.” Nash smiled, “Music kind of… Was our help. That and ol’-fashioned TLC.” Vincent smiled, “Amazing what care can really do...” With that, Vincent opened up his story to Nash… His parents, the abuse, the woman who took advantage of him, his daughter… but then he added, “I was lost. I eventually got so depressed, I just up and left, looking for either someplace to go, or someplace to die.” Nash widened his eyes, worry filling them, “But,” Vincent continued, “Tia and Ramiro found me. I guess I was singing to myself and they heard me. Asked me who I was, if I wanted to jam sometime… When Tia found out I was living on the streets...” Vincent rubbed the back of his head and chuckled, “Man, was I in trouble. She insisted I come stay with her, and Ramiro… We met Micku, in a similar situation, but more confused... And, well, here we are. I think you pretty much know the rest of the important stuff.”

Tia could hear the conversation outside her room, where Edward laid in her bed, just exhausted, and asleep. She was glad Nash and Vincent were opening up to each other. Especially after that minor scuffle. She sat on the side of the bed, and gently groomed back some of Ed’s platinum curls. She wondered what his story was… Banschae and Mickunae had told a little, but… She wanted to hear it from Edward. Something about him just charmed her. She glanced to her favorite pair of drumsticks that laid on her dresser. Funny to think, a rocker would meet royalty. But now she’d done so three times. And they were all, even more, non-human royals. Things that weren’t supposed to be real. And they were all in one place. It seemed like something out of a childhood make-believe game.

Wolf woke, pain searing through his burnt leg. He couldn’t feel his arms, but as soon as his eyes began to glow, he could see he was suspended by them. He appeared to be in the dungeon. Something Dancylinnia hadn’t used since the middle ages, probably. It was so dark and musty. But he could see Herrdall in a similar state, just… His feet could touch the ground. Although Wolf couldn’t hear, he knew Herrdall could. Wolf began squirming, and he made almost a barking noise, as he attempted to wake the other king. As he saw Herrdall stir, he kept going. All Herrdall saw were the glowy eyes of the Funarian. “What?? Gah!” he fretted, standing and pulling at his chains. But Wolf made a noise that was something along the lines of ‘Stop it!’

Herrdall calmed, though he didn’t look calm. “What happened…? No, wait. You can’t really explain.” he whispered. Wolf, who could read his lips, was about to try to say something, but Herrdall perked, as the sound of footsteps approached. “Shh, I hear something.” he’d mouth to Wolf. As a female figure with glowing white wings approached, a bit of fear hit both kings’ faces. “Looks like I had good timing.” the female said, revealing herself by coming a bit closer. She had a saw for cutting metal in her hand. “The name’s Avacynia… The flames have seen what’s happened. Fear not, I’m here to help.” Herrdall stammered, “Y-You’re the white flame, of… Thought, is it?” Avacynia smiled, moving her blonde bangs out of her eyes, “I am…” she looked between the two, “King Herrdall. I need you to help Wolf.”

Herrdall looked to Wolf, a pang of guilt hitting him, though he was in denial of it, “But he killed my wife and daughter!!” Avacynia knew all this. “No, he did not. And you know it. You know it was an accident...” Herrdall was without words, and his denial was clear. “I… This isn’t a time to be talking about this…! What is it you need me to do?” Avacynia quietly whistled and another figure appeared. A female with short black hair, and a rather slim build approached. She had white wings covered in purple flames. Her purple eyes looked up, pulling a hairpin and a few other lock-picking devices from her pocket. She spoke, as Avacynia took some, beginning to work on Wolf’s chains. “We need you guys’ help to handle the princess… Our flames indicate Prince Edward is alive. But without the red flame of relations, or the yellow flame of knowledge, we don’t know where he is, or how far he is from Dancylinnia.

Avacynia caught Wolf and quickly covered his mouth as he cried in pain. Wolf couldn’t help it. It hurt to even be touched! She laid him down, and signed to him, as the woman picked Herrdall’s cuffs open. “You and Wolf are the people’s only line of defense. Even as the purple flame of protection, I can’t possibly stop Analisse on my own… Especially if the rumors are true that she has Firan… She can practically force the poor boy to heal her with his blue flames.” Avacynia spoke, “And she has some kind of defense against me altering her thoughts… Some other force is at play with her, I think… Alyandi and I are here to help.” Wolf blinked, regaining barely enough feeling in his arms to sign, “Demon?” Herrdall was now on the floor, rubbing his arms. He saw Wolf’s signing, and gave him a weird look, “Boy, demons can’t mess with angels! For cripes sake!”

The purple angel, now known as Alyandi shook her head, “No, not normally. But, an angel, like anyone else, can be… Corrupted. Especially at a young age.” Wolf closed his eyes and signed, “She is correct… Funarians may not be angels… But my own twin sister was corrupted in the womb… She had no way to fight back… Could it be the same with Analisse?… The signs match up, no? Trying to kill Edward before birth… Aih, even now, she attempts to destroy him, and clearly, use his power for her own… This is all a replay...” Herrdall watched Wolf’s signs… The Funarian had a fair point… “What first, ladies?” he asked, standing up, rather wobbly. Wolf tried to stand, but he was too burnt. Avacynia settled him back down… “… First of all, we need Firan… I’ll go.” Alyandi, however, argued this, “No. Someone needs to stay with King Wolfiennae. I will protect Herrdall with my flames.” Avacynia grunted and bit her lip, but formed a flame in her hand, offering it to her sister-of-fire. “Then take this… I don’t know how many minds it will alter, but… You’ll get a few uses at least.”

Alyandi nodded and helped Herrdall up, before taking the softball-sized ball of fire and shoving it into her top… The heat didn’t bug a fire angel at all! Her first move was to encase their feet in almost bubbles made of her flame… “This will silence our steps. I think I know where to look for Firan, but it sure as hell won’t be easy… Rumor has it… He’s in the Fire-crystal chamber, or in the princess’s own bedroom...”

Herrdall bit his lip and nodded… Aly continued, “We also need you and Wolfiennae’s swords...” Herrdall huffed… Of course those were gone… How it hadn’t struck him sooner was beyond him. “The guards don’t want to hurt us, but they fear for their lives and those of their families… If they don’t cooperate--... So, we must be careful.” Alyandi stopped her rambling and turned a corner that lead to a staircase Herrdall would have never noticed otherwise. It was long, and his legs were stiff. ‘I’m too old for this crap.’ he thought. But his green eyes widened as he started to see something… The light of day!! It was only through a crack in what seemed to be an old door. But with Alyandi’s help, he was able to quietly push it open… The sun! It burned his eyes until they adjusted.

As the two silently, and carefully set the door in an open position, Herrdall’s short, but pointed ears pricked up. Two guards, back turned were at a gate… The fence seemed to be totally made of barbed-wire, including the top to prevent flying-escapees… The structure was built rather hastily, the dungeon having been of no use for centuries. Alyandi used her silent footsteps to step into the soft sand, and as she did so, she approached the side of the fence that the guards weren’t facing, which still led into the open desert, behind the castle… The sight was sad… There were so many collapsed buildings from the previous attacks on the kingdom… Alyandi wasted no time gazing, however… She lit one finger with very hot fire, cutting the metal fence, occasionally glancing back, as Herrdall silently shut the trap-door, watching the guards…

With the speed and grace only an angel could achieve, Alyandi quickly swooped herself and the king out of the enclosure and into the air before the cut-out of the fence hit the sand. Footprints were bad to leave… Herrdall held on for dear life, trying not to yelp in surprise. Alyandi grunted when they were high enough to hide in the clouds, “Can…. You see my watch??? What-- ungh-- What time is it??” she asked. Herrdall was heavy for a skinny old fart! Herrdall spoke, “It reads three-thirty… Er, PM. Obviously.” That was all the angel needed to know, “The princess normally isn’t in her chambers now… We should look in there first! And if we need to look in the crystal chamber, I know there’s a secret way in from there. I just don’t know where.”

Herrdall nodded as they began to descend, carefully weaving around castle rooftops. Eventually, they came to a balcony, where they could see into an empty room. Only furniture. The room was exquisite, but a dark energy could be felt… It was enough to make Alyandi shudder upon landing… Herrdall was quick to check the door… “Locked...” he muttered. Aly hmmed… but an idea struck her! Maybe she could use the white flame… On an object! She pulled out the ball of fire… ‘I may only have one go...’ she thought, pressing the ball into the door lock. “Maybe I can… Make it think it was unlocked??” she stated to Herrdall when she saw his expression… To both their surprise, it worked!

Alyandi opened the door silently, picking up what was left- a now baseball-sized ball of fire… She stuck it back in her shirt. Upon entering the room, Herrdall closed the door… He proceeded to lock it, but noted how it unlocked… Just in case! As much as they inspected the room, there was no sign of Firan. However, they did find the two swords- and their cases- locked in a chest. Aly was able to pick that lock without it being too obvious it had been picked… Herrdall strapped both cases onto himself, proceeding to assist in finding the possible entrance to the crystal chamber… Aly kept checking her watch. Eventually, she muttered, “S**t…!” Eventually they’d lost track of time, and Herrdall could hear approaching footsteps. Aly noticed the shut walk-in closet… The bedroom one would be too obvious, but she knew the royal suites had bathrooms with said closets as well! She shoved Herrdall, who didn’t oppose her, into the bathroom, fast as she could. When they shut the door, they heard the bedroom door open… Only pausing for a millisecond, both ran to the bathroom-closet door. Aly almost grabbed the handle, but realized two things…

She could make sounds, or, just as bad, fingerprints. She quickly made a temporary purple-flame bubble around the whole thing and then proceeded to open it, get both herself and Herrdall in, then close it. She used her remaining white flame to do two things… Lock the door, and make it reject any key used unless it was Avacynia or Edward… The sheer size of this closet was shocking… All it had were towels… And Herrdall made the smart move of putting towels at the bottom of the door, to prevent Alyandi’s glow from shining through. She nodded, and stepped back to send a message to Avacynia via the flames, but she stepped on a tile, which sank. She covered her mouth to prevent her own yelp. A light blue light shone from behind some of the princess’s storage, on the bottom shelf, though, not the floor… Herrdall silently moved some of the boxes… What they saw as surreal… It was almost like a child’s dream. It was a tiny crawlspace that appeared to have a glowing, transparent slide… As Alyandi hesitated, the brave king took a leap of faith and crawled in. “Herrdall!” Alyandi whispered as the king disappeared down the hole. Biting her lip, and folding her wings, she managed to get in feet-first.

As they slid down, all the colors one could imagine passed by them, flaming, but not doing any harm. The slide was enclosed… It almost felt like a portal to another dimension. Alyandi hadn’t even been in the crystal chamber before. Suddenly, the slide ended, and the two fell, and fell. Aly’s wings didn’t seem to effect anything. Oddly, they both softly landed, on their feet, on a glass-like floor. All that could be seen beneath were stars… Herrdall gasped in awe… A rainbow of huge, glowing crystals gently floated above pedestals, all surrounding a giant, glowing rainbow cluster that sat on a platform, accessed by curved stairs of what looked to be glass. In each one, he could see an image… The purple had an image of Alyandi… The white, Avacynia. The green one had another female in it… The pink had… Well, he couldn’t tell. It looked like a female… But the broadened shoulders said otherwise. It’s back was turned, no matter what angle it was looked at… The figure had long, blond hair… Poofed-up, as he’d seen many Dancylinnites do before Analisse took over. And it was dressed in… Different clothing for sure…

The red clearly had a tall, drow man within… Still, his back was turned. “A drow fire angel… Huh.” he shrugged. Fire angels came from all sorts… They didn’t have to be Dancylinnite. Just, a drow was something Herrdall wouldn’t have expected. He looked at the yellow one, a short figure with platinum hair… A child? Well, it clearly wasn’t built like one. The back was turned… Same with the black one, displaying a dark angel, and the orange one, displaying a long, red-haired human male. He had to ask, “Why are their backs turned??”

Aly only had one answer- “Because they aren’t awakened yet… Eventually, though, their destiny will become clear.” Herrdall nodded and approached the vibrant, blue one. Runes flying all around within… As well as-- “Ah!!” he yelped, Aly running over. The figure inside was moving!! “Firan!” she cried, but got no response. “He can’t hear us or see us...” she thought… But an idea hit her… She knocked on the crystal, the boy’s eyes looking towards the knock. His stern eyes for once had a look of surprise. “We can’t break the crystal. It’s not possible. And would be… Well, bad...” Alyandi pondered. Herrdall unsheathed Wolf’s blade. “Well, it’s not a for-sure thing… But… Wolf’s blade has purifying properties. Firan is nothing evil, but I know he’s not supposed to be in that crystal...”

“What, do you think the blade will get him out somehow?” Aly questioned. The boy with flowing white hair seemed to stare directly at the blade! He even pointed at it… He could see it! Herrdall smiled, “His ancient soul would know this blade…” Herrdall took a deep breath and touched the blade to the crystal. A bright light filled the room as the blade and the crystal gradually interacted. Herrdall only dropped the blade when he heard a monotone voice ask, “… How did you two get here?” When the light faded down, blue wings were turned towards them, long white hair being moved by a light brown hand as a tattooed boy turned to face them.

Firan was what looked to be a young boy of around fourteen. Though, his soul, reincarnated time and time again, knew it’s age, and didn’t quite seem to understand that more clothing was worn now than in tribal times. His body was marked with tattoos, on his chest, arms, back… Even one went across his forehead, but was hidden by his hair and a silver circlet. He stretched his blue-flaming wings. They were only half the size- in proportion to his body- of Aly and Ava’s wings. They could hide in his white hair if he wanted.

Alyandi started, “Well, Analisse has-” Firan’s expression didn’t change. “I know what Analisse has done. I asked how you got in here.” Herrdall blinked, looking to the female angel. Alyandi nodded, taking a breath, “Yeah. Erm, See, we snuck into the princess’s chambers, and-” Firan simply nodded and began walking away, seemingly into nothing. “What- Hey, where are you going, young man??” Herrdall asked… Before realizing he may swallow his words soon… Firan stopped, and blandly stated, “I’m thinking… There used to be a direction you could go to get to Firewing Isle.”

Alyandi tilted her head, “Well… Can’t you walk away from a specific crystal to just port over to the angel that goes with it? It’s what I heard.” Herrdall shrugged, as Firan turned around, “I don’t remember… But you may be right… As long as we don’t go the direction you came from, we’ll be fine.” Firan then made his way to the white crystal, with Alyandi’s explanation of the white-flame and Wolf… When the other two met him there, they all walked a straight line, away from the rock…

Wolf and Avacynia both looked with wide eyes as a white light shone into the cell, on Ava’s right, and three figures stepped out of what just looked to be a crack in the universe. Wolf actually leaned a bit away, as Firan went straight to squinting at him. “Erk...” the Funarian let out. Avacynia let Firan handle it from there, with his medical expertise. She stood to be level with Aly and Herrdall. “Well…?” she asked, and Herrdall turned around, showing the swords strapped to his back. Avacynia nodded, “Well, that’s one point for us, then… Were we right about where Firan was?” Alyandi could only nod, as Herrdall spoke up. “Now… I’m no fire angel. But what’s your power like when all of you combine…?”

Firan plainly spoke, despite a yowl from Wolf. “It’s…. Even I have to say it’s incredible. What are you suggesti-- Well, if you’d quit moving around, you insane Funarian…!!” Firan always carried a few supplies in a pack on his hip… He was adding some burn-salve to Wolf’s leg, and did it sting! Firan’s medicine was no joke!… But neither was Wolfiennae’s squirming... Herrdall cringed a bit. “I’m suggesting maybe the princess has intentions to gather the angels and take… Well, basically a copy of the allflame, to use on Edward.”

Firan stopped for a second, “But hasn’t she been drawing from Edward?” Wolf perked. Was that how she used all that power!? Herrdall spoke, “Exactly. If she gets the allflame… Well, giving credit where it’s due: Edward would become… She’d be too powerful. Just from sheer physical strength.” Firan looked as if he’d had a ‘Eureka!’ moment. He’d look to Herrdall and nod- that was it. “We need Wolf back on his feet… We should make our way to either Gallameitillia or Yeilia in the mean time. If we headed for Funari or Callasicailia, she’d expect us there. Yeilia would be best… I know Prince Banschae would not side with Analisse. As for Gallameitillia, the queen hasn’t made contact since the attack on Yeilia.”

Herrdall shook his head, remembering the day. He’d been there. The youngest prince had been sent away, as soon as it was made fact that they would be attacked. King Katsumiin had asked Herrdall’s assistance, and his troops were ready. Queen Aotia was by her husband’s side…. And that’s how the ice fae couple died, too. In each other’s arms, crushed under a falling structure…. The battle lasted for days… Maybe weeks. They’d been practically annihilated, when the enemy seemed to suddenly leave… At least Yeilia had gotten more warning than Dancylinnia… “Those weren’t Gallameitillia aircraft...” Herrdall huffed, “I know that much.”

It was then that Wolf interjected, temporarily swatting away Firan’s care- “Aih! I came here to find help. See, I have a boy at my palace who...” He told Ramiro’s story, Firan listening closely.

“… Mayhaps a fellow mer can assist this boy. I know a mer prince… on this planet. If we can get past his mother, I know he’s got his own magic that may be able to help… He’s helped Edward out before.” Firan stated, then continued, “Unfortunately, his mother works with Analisse...” Herrdall looked to Firan, “How do we know he doesn’t?” Firan looked Herrdall in the eye with his icy blues, “Because he made sure I’d survive.”

Domingo looked around, “Naseth, my king…. Where are we, and what are we doing here??” He looked at himself, dressed in civilian clothes, sweating his face off in the intense humidity. “Ilithiss...” was all Naseth had to say. “Yeah, thanks, but that didn’t answer my-” Domingo was cut off, “FIND HIM.” Naseth snapped at the boy. Domingo knew not to question from there. He looked around, squinting his eyes through the thick trees… He could see a lake in the distance… A good distance indeed. Maybe he was brought so far out to keep people from noticing his sudden appearance.

Domingo took a few steps before squishing into mud. He groaned, and used the plants around him to pull himself up… He then proceeded to trudge through the marshy forest, swatting bugs and mosquitoes. Who knows just how many times he sank into mud, or avoided snakes. He’d kind of forgotten what nature was like. Not to mention, he hadn’t been in the south for a while… He’d debunked that much with the marsh, bugs, heat and humidity. Oddly enough, he found himself humming one of Firestar’s songs while trying to keep his patience.

“Enough of that!” Naseth commanded in his head. “Huh?” Domingo blinked, not having realized just what he was humming. “I believe we know how you feel about your stupid twin?” Naseth growled. Domingo smirked, “Ah, was I humming? I didn’t even realize.” Naseth chuckled, “It’s alright, boy. I figured so. I didn’t want you to… You know, grow weak!” Domingo’s smirk died down a bit, “… Yeah.” He stopped moving through the marsh as Naseth laughed, “Is this remorse I feel coming over you??” Domingo grunted, “Just… He was my brother. Well, you know, my human brother?” Naseth appeared and slapped the boy so hard he flew to the side, landing in the mud.

Domingo got up and rubbed his cheekbone, and Naseth hovered to him, “If you’re to be any kind of demon under my rule, you don’t regret what you’ve done, you hear me, child?!” Domingo was a little intimidated, but regained his posture, “Y-Yes. I’m sorry, my lord.” Naseth smirked, “You’re only young. But any more of this, and I’ll have to send you where I send the other misbehaving demons… You don’t want that now, do you?” Domingo’s eyes widened, “No, sir.” His expression stiffened, “Besides, these humans are insignificant anyway.” Naseth smiled, “’Atta boy. Now… You’ll know Ilithiss when you see him...”

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