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My real name is Adrian; however that name is all but lost to me. I was born long ago; long before you; before living creatures stepped foot on Earth; before humans were even a fleeting thought. I was born a demon, the first son for the original sinner, those that humans now call the devil, Lucifer, or Satan. I mostly refer to him as my father. As the legends go, my father sought power that rightfully belonged to the Creator. My father's followers and The Lord's angels engaged in a fierce battle that no human armies could ever rival. And, as it is written, my father was defeated and cast down to his own fiery spirit realm. I know these stories are true because of my past situations and because I know my father rather well, and he is extremely power hungry. I know that humans now refer to our realm as Hell, and it is said to be a wicked and evil place where those whose souls have done wrong in life are punished forever in a fiery pit after they die, but, I must clarify before I continue my story, this is just not true. If humans would sit down and actually read the bible, they would see that the dead are conscious of nothing, as is plainly stated at Ecclesiastes 9:5. Thus, humans neither go to heaven nor hell after death. There are many things I do wish to share with you about the things I know, but if I start, I fear I may never end. So I will begin my story, because you have waited so patiently through my babbling, at my brother's birth, because there is little I can remember before that, and I do not really care to remember any of it anyway.

It was a humid day, more so than usual. My brother was born mid-afternoon, and I never knew his mother, and neither did he. I cannot say that I hated my brother, for that would be going quite too far. I merely did not agree with him, for he usually agreed with my father. I very much disdained my father then and still do to this very day. But whether I do or not does not matter, because he is still my father, and I have to love and respect him no matter what.

My brother was born a strong, generously proportioned feline with large silver wings. He looked more like a surface dwelling creature rather than a demon, that of which I was quite envious. My form was that of a deformed canine with extremely large claws and fangs, those of so that it seemed to make my looks less fond to the eyes. Because of the form that I despised so well, I would normally take on my human form, for I thought, even if I was a demon and that was not how I should have looked, it was far more appealing than my truest demon form.

It was not long after he was born that my father took both my brother and I out to see his deformed and distorted kingdom, that of which I had no wish to be part of. It was not until after we started out that my father told us that he was dividing the kingdom into sections, the different clans of demons making up different sections, and that he would give us each both our own sections of the kingdom, dividing it into three total parts. His would be the largest, mine second largest, and my brother's the smallest. We would each have our own castle in the center of what my father referred to as our "kingdoms." But it was all a lie, and that I knew quite well. My father would still rule the entire kingdom, overriding any decision my brother or I made that he did not think was fit, but I went along with it anyway.

A few days later my father was taking me to meet the rulers of my clans, those that I gave commands to; those that I did not care to meet. My father was trying to prep me on how to take care of my "kingdom," how I should be hard and commanding and not compassionate at all. But the thing was is that: I was not commanding, and I was slightly compassionate. The ones that I commanded were beings too, even if they were lower in rank and status than I was, I still would treat them as I wished them to treat me. My "kingdom" contained several thousands of clans and an uncountable number of demons, but there was one clan and one demon that I remember without a glitch.

"Adrian," my father said as he took me to the palace of the next clan, to the leader and his two sons, "this is Verondase," he continued as he gestured to the three demons bowing with their heads to the ground, pointing out the one in the middle more so than the two to its side. "He is the leader of his clan."

"It is an honor for us that you grace my sons and I with your presence, my lord," uttered the demon in his low, deep, raspy voice. It scratched my ears and throat to hear him speak. It reminded me of nails scrapping stone or the screech of a succubus. Their voices were much more horrid than that of their cousins, the siren. I had not even seen his face yet and I was very sure I would not like him.

"You and your sons may rise," I said in a low, annoyed voice. I had not even bothered to count how many times I had done this today, and I did not care to know. This was bullshit, all of it, and I wanted no part of it. I wanted to go home, back to my house, and sleep all day like I would usually do. But I did not know right then that I would see the only reason I would stay with this gig.

Both of the demons' sons were rather tasteful in looks, charming to the eyes if you will, but the one that stood to his left was the single most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and probably will ever see, in my entire meaningless existence. His eyes glowed gently but brightly on his dark but pale face, his mouth and nose covered by a scarf-like cloth that was wrapped loosely around his neck. He had red feathered wings, like his father and brother, but they were much brighter and seemed much more beautiful and appealing. His hair was the purest ebony color in hell, and he looked much more like an angel than a devil. He was the most beautiful creature in any kingdom, and, from the first moment I saw him, I pined for him.

"This is my elder son, Evangalion," the demon lord said gesturing to the one on his right, "and my younger son, Verdae," he said as he motioned to the one to the left of him, the one I was watching. I suppose I slightly noticed the older boy making a sexual gesture toward me, that of which I do not care to explain. I had not really noticed enough to be troubled by it much, but he did not take the hint and leave it be.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord," the elder boy said, probably only to get my attention. When he spoke his brother looked away from me, most likely intimidated by his elder brother's superiority maintained by his age and rank. I glanced to Evangalion, just to recognize that he was there, just to get him to shut up, which he thankfully did. I do not think I much liked the elder boy; he was too confident of himself, too sure he was good enough for me.

Before anyone else could say anything more, I turned and began to walk in the direction of my home. And before my father could say anything, I did. "I am going back to my house," I said as I walked, not even glancing back to see the look on my father's face. "I am tired, father. I will continue the tour with you tomorrow. For now I would like some rest." I continued walking, not even waiting for my father's response. I could always blame my detachment from society as the reason for my absence from social gatherings, and I always did. This was no different. Besides, I had to find a way to get that gorgeous creature into my home. Oh, and I never finished the tour.

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A day on Earth or to a human is nearly equaled to a year here, but time for demons passes quickly. Living forever is almost like not living at all. It had been several human days since I had seen Verdae. His face I remembered perfectly, his body that I wished to caress was burned into my memory. His eyes would consume my dreams, and everything about him that I wished to know, I had found. The only thing I did not know about Verdae was his touch.

I sat up in my bed and walked over to my balcony. I was rather happy to have a home away from my father, one that was my own, but I had no one to keep me company in it. The only one the shared the house with me was my servant, James. He was useless besides telling me updates about my clans and getting me food. He was good looking, but not nearly as wonderful as Verdae. And as I looked out over my "kingdom" toward his clan the sensation I felt for him burned ever deeper into my chest and stomach and a few places below. If I could have him, if I could hold him and touch him and be with him, maybe, just for a little while, I could be happy for once.

"Adrian!" I nearly fell over when my brother darted in front of me, screaming out my name as he normally did, so I was not sure why I was surprised.

I looked up at him with a scowl on my face, glaring at my only brother. He was sitting on my balcony rail, smiling his innocent smile, gently fluttering his gorgeous wings every so often. He looked as if he could never do anything wrong, and for that I despised him. "What is it?" I growled, annoyed that he seemed to always continue doing this to me.

"Are you thinking about Verdae again?" he asked with a smirk.

That ass! He's been reading my notes again! "You wretch!" I grabbed his throat and threw him to the floor, choking him, hoping maybe I could rupture his voice box. "Why do you always do this to me? Why can't you and father leave me alone?"

"Let go Adrian!" He started to cough as he tried to yell at me, simultaneously trying to kick me off of him. "I am going to tell father if you don't!"

"The dead cannot speak, you little bastard!"

"I'm going to tell Verdae!"

At that I stopped, let go quickly, and got off of him. How could he threaten me like this? I was older! I should be in control of him, not the other way around! "If you tell anyone," I said with a deep cold stare, "I am not going to stop next time." He looked down and away from me as his ears folded to his head. He looked like he was sorry, but it was my brother, so I did not let up on my glare. "I mean it, Kanada!" I raised my voice just to show my emphasis.

He nodded a little. "I'm sorry Adrian." His voice was soft and more considerate than usual. Maybe he really was sorry. "I'm just lonely. I don't like not living with dad or you. I don't like being all alone."

"Then go live with father," I simply said as I began to walk back into my room and lay on my bed. Like the lost little kitty that he was, he followed, probably hoping to maybe get some sympathy out of me or something like that. I was not really the sympathetic type, but, for my brother, I supposed I could show just a little remorse.

"Dad wont let me live with him. He said I have to learn how to be independent if I was going to rule his kingdom." He gasped after he realized what he said and I turned to look at him.

"What?"

"I didn't say anything!" He seemed frantic to try and shift the tension away from his self or to act like I was hearing things. It obviously didn't work and I was angry to hear the words he had given so little thought to be uttered.

"Father is going to give his kingdom to you?" I stared on as my brother nodded slightly, backing up a little, hoping that I would not take my rage out on him. "When did he tell you this?" I said as I lay on my large bed and turned away from him. How could he do this to me? I was his firstborn son!

"A few days ago. He told me not to tell you; he said you would get mad."

"Damn straight I'd get mad! It is my right as first born to obtain whatever father leaves behind!"

"But you don't even like this place. Why would you want to rule it?"

I glanced at my brother as I gave it slight thought. I didn't want the kingdom, I didn't want to rule, and I didn't want to stay here. "It's the principle of the thing!" I yelled back at him as I pulled the covers of my bed over my body and head. "Now get out of my house!" He sat there and didn't say anything for a few minutes. That was like him, always waiting for you to tell him again, never doing it the first time. It always seemed like he enjoyed being yelled at. "Kanada," I said as my patience began to thin, "go away."

"I was thinking-"

"That's a first," I interrupted him on purpose, maybe trying to disturb him enough to go away. He growled a little, but that was about all the response I received, besides his tail whacking my bedroom floor.

"If you're going to be mean to me like that," he said in his almost cute pouting way that never worked on me, "then I'm not going to tell you what I heard about Verdae's clan."

I sat up quickly and pulled the sheet off my head at his last teasing comment. "What about it?"

"I'm not telling! You were mean to me!" He got up and turned around so his back was to me and sat back on the floor. So like him. "I'm not going to tell you until you're nice to me!"

I sighed, disgusted at my brothers' ignorance and stupidity, and got off my bed and walked over to him. "I'll give you food if you tell me."

"Food?! Really?!" He immediately turned and looked at me, his tongue hanging out of him mouth, drooling wildly. Here food was a luxury, not something everyone should receive. My father and I were the only two that were able to eat freely, and anyone we thought was noble enough to receive it. Kanada was in love with food. "Okay, I'll tell you. But only if I get food!!"

"No problem," I said with my devilish smirk. He's so gullible it's almost sad; almost.

"Okay, I was going out for a stroll among the simpletons, when I overheard some of them talking. They were saying how Verondase's clan was multiplying without orders or consent and that their borders are not going to sustain their race for much longer. Their clan needs more room for their growth; however, if he asks you for the extra room, he'd be exposed and eligible for death by breaking your laws. Thus-"

"He's stuck between a rock and a hard place." I looked down at the floor and gave it thought for a moment, then looked back at my brother. "But I thought the demons in that clan devoured their mothers after they are birthed."

"They do. But the thing is: there have been more and more births with several children. I'm sure it's mostly the work of Verondase and his elder son; Verdae is much too young to father children. Besides," he added with a sly glance and smooth words, "you have to get to him first, don't you?"

I glared down at my brother and his remark. "Do you want your food or not?" He nodded, shrinking back a little as if I were going to take away his privilege; as if I were a father about to take away the privileges of his son. "Then go tell James and make it quick. Eat as much as you like, and then leave."

His lips grew wide into a smile and his eyes lit with ecstatic glee. "Thanks Adrian!" he yelled as he darted out of the room and down the hall. I heard a few things crash, but no matter; I was in a rather happy state myself. As I sat on my bed then laid back and stared at my ceiling, I concocted an awesome plan to take Verdae into my possession. It was simple, but I was sure that it'd work rather well. And why shouldn't it? Everyone would be happy, even Verdae. It was perfect; no flaws or anything wrong that I could find. And even if something did go wrong, I was sure I would still find a way to keep Verdae. And, as I closed my eyes and slowly fell into slumber, I smiled, just a little, knowing that'd I could soon have what I wanted, and I would be happy.

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As I stared up at my ridiculously high ceiling on my ridiculously large bed in my ridiculously over rated home, I noticed that being separated from Verdae finally began to really hurt, and like a bitch. I longed for his scarf to be removed so I would be able to caress his luscious desirable lips that I could only dream about. I wanted to strip him down and absorb his beauty, his loveliness. I longed for him; I burned for him; I hungered for him. But my fetish proved revoked by my loneliness all too often, and it sent me into even deeper depression. I felt alone and, for the first time in my life, I hated it.

I rolled over on my side and looked out the balcony window. I was bored of sitting here and waiting for something to happen. It was making me tired, not doing anything. I couldn't just sit here and wait for Verdae to fall into my lap, though that would be nice. I rolled off the bed and fell on the floor. I landed on my face, of course. It didn't hurt that much, but hell, I fell on my face! I pushed myself up with the heals of my hands, still on my knees, and noticed a few drops of blood on the floor. I also noticed that a drop would widen the pool every two seconds or so. My face was still parallel with the ground, so I though, since I had nothing much better to do, I'd watch. It seems strange, but it was slightly enjoyable. I studied the texture and distinct color and the way the pool slightly rippled when the drop hit it. I was, for some unknown reason, astounded by it.

Eventually the drops slowed and stopped all together. I was slightly saddened, but I recovered in a mere half moment. I went to get up when it happened again. "Adrian!" I fell on my ass when he nearly ran into me. All I saw was two large yellow eyes and I had no time to think, so, yep, I fell on my ass. And it hurt a lot more than falling on my face.

"What is it?!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could, and he hid in the corner quivering like a terrified little kitten, which he was. I smirked at it. Finally he understood that I was in charge. "What is it, Kanada?" I asked slightly more calm, but still with a small growl. I wasn't going to let go of my power over him just yet, not with the way he was. Give him an inch and he thinks he's a ruler. But I was going to show him who was boss for once.

"Y-y-your," he was stuttering uncontrollably, no doubt still rattled. When I try and kill him he doesn't do this, but when I yell he breaks down like a baby. "Y-y-your-"

"Spit it out, Kanada!" Hurt, he started to cry. He made it out like I was the evilest person in the universe, like I didn't deserve to live. I sighed my harshness off and decided to act like a brother for once. I came to me for a moment that I was lucky to only have to deal with one Kanada; only one brother all together. Thank Jehovah.

I walked over to him and pulled him to his feet and gave him a good hard slap on the face to snap him out of his lament mood. "Thanks," he said with a small sniffle. "I needed that."

"I know," I responded bitterly. I'm not sure why thought, since I was being nice to him just a moment ago. "Now what the hell were you trying to say earlier?"

"Your nose is bleeding," he said as he pointed to the center of my face. I looked down to try and see, but to no avail; my nose was centered too close to my eyes.

So I let go of Kanada's arm, which I had grabbed to pull him up, and felt my nose and right below it. It felt wet, and I pulled my hand back to look at it. Sure enough, it was that deep red liquid with that same texture and same smell of the blood on the floor. I wiped what I could of it onto my hand and my brother, with out even a say so, licked it all off. I slightly scolded at him, but he seemed too preoccupied with my bodily fluids. And when he was finished with that he put his paws on my shoulders and the little bitch started to lick my face.

"Kanada," I growled as he continued to lick, "get off of me!" Before I could even comprehend it, he was out the room and down the hall. I sighed a little in my relief, and then looked at the small patch of blood that still remained on my floor. "That must have been where it was from," I muttered to myself as I felt my nose a bit. It hurt slightly, but that was all. I couldn't understand why it had bled if it hurt so little. Maybe I was slightly immune to pain or took it rather well?

I shrugged it off and walked out of my room and into the hall. I suppose all the rooms were mine, but some of them I've never even been in and are probably just consuming dust or stray demons that snuck in. And it's happened before, but James quickly dismissed them from my estate. I really didn't mind them staying; if only they had asked. However, I wouldn't even mind if Verdae didn't ask to stay.

When I entered the dinning room my little brother was sitting at the table stuffing his face with food and wine, flicking his tail forth and back in cattish glee, the fool. Our little deal had expired nearly a week ago. I watched him for a while before I purposely went over and stepped on his tail. He meowed in a loud screeching voice, half roaring, clearly in pain. He immediately grabbed his tail, cooing and cuddling it like it was a pet or something. I rolled my eyes, sighing heavily, hoping vainly that would have hammered some brains into him.

He looked up at me with his big hurt eyes and his "what did I do?" look. It didn't work on me, and I don't think that was ever a passing notion in his mind, not with the current brain cells he had. "What are you still doing at my house, Kanada?"

"I just came by to see you!" He looked as if he were near fake tears. "Why can't I come see you?" He began to cry pathetically and I rolled my eyes in disgust, unmistakably annoyed by his futility. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Because you're my brother," I purely stated as I grabbed the scruff of his neck and drug him out of my house. "Our deal expired seven days ago and you still come over to my house every day and stuff your face with my food. My food, Kanada!"

"But it's yummy!" he yelled out as if it justified what he had done. As we drew ever closer to the entrance of my beloved home, he started to yell louder and more hysterically. "Please don't throw me out, Adrian! It's not like I did anything really bad! Besides, I have more information!"

I stopped and looked at him, a brow raised. "Is that so?" I narrowed my eyes into a slight glare. "Like what?" I waited for a response, which didn't come for several moments, so I began to drag him again.

"Hey, stop it!" He struggled to get free but I held fast, not willing to let the little bastard run freely around my house when he had his own to screw up. "Come on Adrian! I just wanted to know when you were going to get Verdae!"

I looked down at him as if he were crazy since it was none of his business anyway. "Why do you care? It's not like you even know who he is!" Damn, why did he have to unbury the memories? I was doing just fine until he had to go open his big ass mouth and make me remember how goddamn hot Verdae was. His wings, his skin, his eyes, his body, every goddamn thing about him! Stupid Kanada.

"It's been seven days, Adrian! Why do you always have to wait for everything? Doesn't it get annoying?"

"Patience is a virtue, and nothing could ever be as annoying as you. Besides, I have to wait for just the right moment. If I rush in like you would it could screw everything up."

"If I liked someone I'd go get them right away. It wouldn't matter to me if I screwed something up or not. And I just wanted to know when you were going to get him. I don't want to come in and the first thing I see is you two sprawled out on the floor making love." He somewhat mutter the last part.

"Then don't barge into my room anymore!" I let go of his scruff and kicked him in the ass out the door and watched him roll down the steps into the dirt. "And, not that it's any of your business, but I'm going to get him tomorrow." I slammed the entrance door and walked back upstairs to my room and went to sleep.

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I stared at my ceiling and thought to myself briefly "if it's tomorrow, why am I still sitting in my room?" It only took a short moment for three legitimate reasons to manifest themselves in my head, the first of which was that I was nervous. It was perfectly reasonable to be, since it would be the first time I ever really got to talk to him. What if I said something wrong? Or what if I said something weird or something to piss him off? Ok I'm going to stop thinking about that one now.

The second reason was that I was worried that I might screw something up like Kanada would do. Is stuff like that hereditary? The last thing I ever wanted was to be like my brother. I wanted everything to go off perfectly, and if it wasn't perfect it could fuck up the whole plan and I didn't want my plan fucked up.

The last reason seemed to be more wedged in my mind than the other two. I could be just plain scared. Scared that I would say something wrong; scared that I would fuck something up; scared that he might not even remember or like me or want to come with me. I was scared of being rejected by him, the only person I never wanted to reject.

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My father had told me a lot of information in my life, that of which was most likely not true, always acting like he was a good mentor, but nothing he ever said seemed to help me out any, and this situation was no different. As I strolled along the barren desolate wasteland that I scorned so greatly with every cell of my body I ran through the things that my father told me, that I surprisingly remembered, in my head. The only thing that I could really pick out that might help me a little was being commanding and not compassionate. Shit, that was going to be tough.

As I neared the clan, and I knew I was nearing it because of the crammed hordes of uncivilized monsters that dominated and oppressed the land to make it nearly uninhabitable, I looked over the plain at the palace that wasn't nearly as large as mine and I felt the burning churning sensation in my gut knowing that I was drawing ever closer to the only thing in this perverse realm that could ease my pain and sorrow, and it excited me greatly.

As I continued to draw closer I became slightly uneasy for some strange reason, for I began to notice that the only demons I saw were female, and they gave me unwanted sexual glances. And then I remembered, for I had nearly forgotten, that the clan was predominately female. For some reason their chromosomes were mostly one sided - a male would only be born if there was a certain mutation in the cells. Like lions, there were few males and many females. The only males in the clan at all were Verdae, his brother Evangalion, and their father Verondase.

While I walked to the palace, for it couldn't rightly be called a castle, the females would all step aside to make a path for me to walk through. It slightly relieved me to know that I didn't have to fight my way through the crowd and to know that they were smart enough to notice my superior authority. It was quite evident that the clan had been expanding without orders or consent, for their numbers were quite larger than they had been when I first came here, even if that was long ago I could still recall that there wasn't this many. But I couldn't give a shit how much they fucked, as long as I got what I came for.

I noticed that as I continued to walk another path was being formed on the opposite side of the mob and was heading straight in my direction. It seemed to move faster, for I was only going at a calm walk, so I figured whoever was making the path was in a rush to great me, most likely the welcoming comity. Damn it, if only it were Verdae I could grab him just then and carry him off, but sadly I knew it wasn't. So I just continued to walk and they quickly came to me.

It was a female, and a very young attractive one at that. Her eyes, thought not as beautiful as Verdae's, were bright gold and full of life and glee instead of her sisters, whose eyes were dingy and consumed with evil sorrow and hate, pain and lust. She had leathery bat-like wings, much like mine only smaller, folded to her back. (Oh, yes, you didn't know I had wings. Well, I usually keep them hidden within my back, for I have little use for them.) Her body had deep curves and she wore a red leather strap around her neck, most likely to prove that she was owned and was not for purchase or trade and the penalty for taking someone's pet was death.

"Hello, my lord," she said as she bowed low to the ground, which I'm sure wasn't hard for she was on all fours because she had run here like that. She looked up at me and I gestured with my head for her to rise, which she did. "My name is Melee. I was sent by my masters' father to come and greet you. It seems as though he was slightly surprised to hear that you had come here, my lord."

"Yeah, just going around and making routine checkups." Yeah, that was the only thing I could come up with! You got a problem with it? "So, who's your master, Melee, was it?"

"Yes sir, you are correct. My master is prince Verdae, the younger son of my lords' two male heirs." I noticed she smiled a little when she said Verdae, but I didn't show it in my face.

"Yeah, I think I remember him," I lied smoothly. What else was I to do? Tell her I mourn and long for him more and more for every moment that passes? "Well shall we be off, Melee? I'm quite eager to see if I remember the palace any."

"Of course, my lord. It's not far, but if you mind walking I'm sure I could fly you there." She seemed enthusiastic to do whatever she could to make me comfortable, probably by orders of Verondase.

"That's alright, Melee," I said, adding a small smile to ease her worries a bit. "I really don't mind walking, and even if I did, I could fly there myself." She nodded a little and smiled back at me, much bigger though, and we both started off toward the home of the one that I'd soon put in my possession. "Hey, Melee," I somewhat muttered as we continued to walk.

She looked up at me to make sure I had said something. "Yes my lord?" Whenever she talked she sounded so innocent, kind of like Kanada, only more believable and cute.

"Why is it that there are so many females, but you're the only one I've really heard actually talk? Are the rest mute or something?" It had been bothering me for a while and I figured that I'd never know if I didn't ask.

"Oh, Verondase calls those ones lame. They aren't as smart as those that live in the palace like the lord and the princes' and I. There are very few that are intelligent enough to actually be capable of speech, and I am one of the lucky few." She seemed pleased with herself, as if she earned the right to be smarter than the other demons, and it slightly bothered me. I didn't like it when people thought they were better than others because of what they were born with or achieved.

"I see. . ." I trailed off as thoughts of my sweet darling began to fill my head one more as we approached the castle. "Melee, is Verdae kind to you?" I was itching to know because I'd be rather crushed if he just so happened to turn out like his brother after all the work I went through already to try and obtain the striking creature.

"Oh yes my lord! He is extremely kind indeed!" She seemed happy to talk about anything that involved Verdae, and from the collected evidence it wasn't hard to conclude that she had an engrossment for him, that of which slightly annoyed and angered me. "In fact," she said as she looked back up at me, "I couldn't fathom having a master any better or nicer than my lord Verdae. He's very wonderful." She blushed slightly as she uttered the last part and sighed a little, adding to her brightly colored face. It angered me even further, but I was happy to hear that he was compassionate.

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As we drew closer to the palace I began to notice that the crowd of demons was thinning rather rapidly and that the females closer to the garrison were looking at me differently than the ones that were farther from it. They seemed less lustful and demonic, as these seemed more knowing about who I was instead of just discerning I was better than them. They seemed much more eerie, and it was almost as if they were watching me. Their eyes were brighter like Melee's, but horrid in a way that didn't seem normal to most other demons. Most all seemed to be wearing a red leather strap around their neck also like Melee. There was something I found rather odd about them, and I didn't really care to find out or even know what it was.

We entered the main corridor, the place that I first saw the only reason I was here again. But I was sad to see that Verdae was not in there, but only his father and brother. Verondase hastily raised from his chair to great me, bowing to my feet to show his misplaced respect. It was a bother for this to happen every single time I wanted to talk to someone, but I shrugged it off.

"Master Adrian, what brings you to this lowly kingdom of ours?" He looked up at me with a wicked demonic smile that nearly sent shivers up the back of my spine. It was a rotten half smile that lied like my father, choked me like a pool of blood, and made me think of things I couldn't remember. For some reason it hurt me, but at the same time, I knew he was scared of me.

"Hello Verondase," I replied to his question as I glanced to Evangalion, whom was also smiling at me in the same way. It was a little less uneasy, for a son I suppose could never be exactly the same as his father. "I just came by to make sure your clan was doing alright. I had heard some rumors."

"Rumors, my lord? What sort of rumors?" He was very bad at trying to act like he didn't know what I was talking about. He knew very well what the rumors where, but he tried at all cost to avoid talking about them.

"Just rumors," I said as I glanced around to see if there was any trace of Verdae, which there was not. "Would you mind at all if I could speak with your sons, Verondase?" I knew that he'd say yes, since he really couldn't say no to his ruler, but I figured it'd be more polite to ask than to demand it.

"Of course I would not mind, my lord. But my younger son isn't here at the moment. Perhaps Evangalion could show you around some as you speak with him?" He seemed to want me to become interested in his older son rather than Verdae, perhaps to gain a higher authority for his clan among demon standings, since the elder son was always considered dominate over his younger siblings. That's why I became angry when Kanada opened his big mouth about father giving him his kingdom. It was my right to have it, not him. But I didn't really care if Evangalion was stronger or larger or came first, I still only wanted Verdae, and I would accept nothing else.

"Alright," I countered in response as I looked back at Evangalion again. I flirted him my wicked smile which seemed to make him a little more than happy, excited even, which didn't surprise me much. "Shall we go, Evan? Do you mind if I call you Evan?"

"Oh, not at all my lord," he said as he shook his head a little. "You my addresses me as you wish, sire." He walked over to me, flirting his sexual glance that seemed only half there in his eyes; not even half there in his heart. "Come this way," he said slyly, slightly suggestively, and he turned and glanced over his shoulder taunting me to follow, and I did, though I thought I might regret it later.

(( MY frind Kayla wrote this story, and i got permission to put it up here... jus cuz l liked it so much, and trust me, its a hella lot more... its 105 pages long... ))