King Raziel
King Elderak was clearly upset. He turned to the messenger that informed him that the litch king shield had gone missing.
“Was there any evidence of forced entry?”
“No sire. In fact, the summoning was from one of your sons.” The servant bowed his head.
The King raised his brow. He was sitting upon his throne. He thought for a moment. None of his children would be stupid enough to summon that shield.
There are so many other items with less risk of addiction then that one. They all knew that if you used the shield, it starts a weave within your soul. If used often, you become possessed by the Litch.
He used his whistle to call his children to him. It will bring them from any realm or dimension to stand before him.
Elderak watched as each one of his children appeared. He walked down the line of Fae he stopped at the eleventh child.
His eye flicked to the space between the thirteenth and eleventh. Raziel’s spot. He assumed he was dead as he never could be called.
He was about to speak when a shadow took Razel’s place. The King raised a brow. “Curious.” He walked around the shadow. “Raziel?”
“Yes father?” Raziel responded, confusion danced across his shadowed features.
Elderak walked circles around him. Confusion covered his features. He stopped, standing in front of the shadow. He crossed his arms. “Where are you that only your shadow came?”
“I am in the material plane sir.” The prince spoke.
“Bullshit, Your body would have come as well.”
“I do not know sir.” Raziel’s shadow flickered.
Elderak sighed in frustration. “It must have been you that summoned the shield. You cannot summon that cursed artifact!”
“With all due respect sir, you were not interested when I lived among you, why do you care what happens to me now?”
Elderak growled and tried to grab his son by the throat, but his hand passed through the shadow that was his son.
Pain shot through his arm, and he retracted. Elderak growled, “Do not call the shield son. Call it again and I will seek you out wherever you are, and you will die at my blade.”
The shadow spoke again, its voice laced with Venom. “If you come to me, be prepared to die by Aurelian’s wrath.”
“There is no way you can have Aurelian.” Elderak’s eyes glowed with ire.
Raziel chuckled, with malice in his tone, “I hope Father, for your sake, I do not ever learn how to come back here because if I do, I will steal your soul. I am tired of your distain.”
“May I leave now sir?”
Elderak laughed, “No, I think I shall keep your soul shadow here.”
The shadow’s eyes began to glow with sapphire energy and a new voice spoke through the void. “Elderak, you really do not want my wrath on you.
“I am sure you have not come up with a pathway to leave the wild yet? If you cannot overcome my curse, how do you think you could survive my arrow? Let the boy go or you will not survive the consequences.”
Elderak narrowed his eyes but released his hold on the shadow.
Raziel stirred, his eyes opened. He groaned but felt a comforting weight on his chest. He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair.
“DeLarian?” He whispered.
“Yes, My King?” She let a wicked smile curl into her expression.
He chuckled. “Is that what I am now?” A shiver of pleasure ripped through his spine.
She raised her head and looked into his eyes. “Yes, you are my King.”
“I need to get up. I need to go for a walk. I have a lot on my mind.”
“May I go with you?” She asked timidly.
He smiled softly. “You may.”
Together they exited the bed. He sat on the side of the bed. “If you are going to sleep with me, Perhaps we need a bigger bed? I woke up at least twice with my leg off the bed.”
She blushed deeply. “I…”
He chuckled. He turned and looked at her. The color on her cheeks were a vibrant red. He smirked. Raziel stood up and walked over to her. She was sitting on the side of the bed. Her blush deepened and she hid her face in her hands.
He knelt beside her. “DeLarian.” He lowered her hands and looked her in the eyes. “I was not trying to embarrass you. I asked you to be my Queen did I not?”
Her silver eyes shimmered. But she said nothing.
“You know your people; our people more than I do. I have not had the chance to be raised with your, our culture and heritage. I need a good teacher.”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “You are going to stay?”
He laughed. “As long as I can. I had wanted to see dragons, but I think I got my fill of them. They are not nearly as fun as I thought they were going to be.”
She laughed. “Um, you know it is dinner time, you have been asleep for a few hours, I came up here to get you for lunch, but I fell asleep on you instead.”
He smiled softly. He ran his finger across her chin. “I would love to.” He leaned in and kissed her. Then he sat next to her.
She rested her head on his shoulder. “I always knew you would come but I must admit, I was getting close to giving up.”
“Come on let us go eat, I am suddenly starving.” He went over to his closet and pulled out his last set of royalty robes but realized there were ten more sets hanging there. He looked confused. He pulled out one set and got dressed. She was still her clothes. He eyed her green and brown dress with distaste.
“Come here?” She walked over to him. He took out another set of his royal robes. He took it and slipped it over her. He laughed, as it was way to large for her. “We are going to have to fix this.”
She laughed, “Fair enough.”
Together they walked out of his room and down the hallway. He stopped and turned back to his room. “Aurelian? Are you coming?” A string appeared across his chest and the familiar weight of his bow upon his back. He touched the string and smiled. “I am growing attached to you.”
For the first time in his mind, he heard an answer. “I am growing fond of you too my dark Fae.”
Raziel smiled and took his Queen by the arm. Together they descended the stairs. The tavern was bustling about. There seemed to be more than the villagers here. The room was packed.
Raziel cocked his head to the side. “Elrian, where did all these elves come from?”
The knight looked up at him with a wild smirk on his face. He was standing by the door. “They have all come to meet their new King.”
“King?” Raziel paused, there was that word again.
Phalentine smiled. “Yes King.”
“Fair enough.” He scanned out over the room. “Do you all want to stay?”
A resounding “Yes Sire, was heard from the crowed.”
“Alright we need help rebuilding, until then we can set up makeshift camps between the back row of the villages and the mountains.”
He turned to Phalentine, “Get me a head count. I want to know our numbers.”
Phalentine just nodded and responded to him. “Sire, that takes our three hundred up to four.
“Four hundred?”
He smirks, “Four thousand.”
“Fuck, where are they all?”
He did not have a chance to respond.
Raziel’s heart froze when the Aquatic King he had met entered the tavern.
The young Fae swallowed hard. He dropped to his knee. “I am sorry, I have not followed the map as you told me too.”
“Stand up boy.” He chuckled. “I know how young boys are. I knew you wouldn’t follow it, that is why the map was a fake anyway. You ended up exactly where I wanted you to be. You just were considerably faster than I thought you would be though.
Raziel stood. He laughed. “Fair enough. Why are you here?”
It was the Kings turn to laugh. “I have been King long enough.” He looked over Raziel. He knelt before him.
Aurelian hummed with great power. The King stood up. He looked the young boy in the eye. “I have come to grant you your staff boy.”
Raziel’s eyes narrowed. “Are you going to teach me how to use it?”
He laughed, “Where is the fun in that?”
Raziel frowned, “I am getting tired of learning the hard way.”
The King laughed, “what would you like a map? That you won’t follow anyway?”
Raziel nodded his head side to side. “Ok fair point. Will you at least tell me what it is?”
The king smirked, “No.”
He held out the staff for the young Fae to take.
He took the staff, and it began to glow. A strange set of words appeared in an ancient tongue. Oddly He could understand the words. Raziel’s eyes narrowed in as he saw the inscription on the core of the staff.
Fight the light,
Fight the control,
Revel in free choice
Raziel took it in his hand. The power that hummed through it made his heart feel funny. He shook his head, and it disappeared.
He rolled his eyes. “Is it another one of those things?”
The king laughed, “No it actually has deemed you not ready yet. It will come to you when it is ready.”
Raziel frowned. “Fair enough.”
“Now Raziel, are you going to stay here?” The King instructed.
Raziel smiled. He walked over to DeLarian. He took her hand in his. The new king locked his eyes on her and raised her hand. He kissed it. “This is my home now.”
Her heart began to beat wildly. “You are my home too Raziel.”
The king chuckled. “Alright, well I will need you to come for a short time to my palace. I need to teach you a few things about your magic.”
“Fine, but there are some things here that I must take care of first.”
“Like what” He asked the young King.
He turned to Phalentine, “Did Erikson give you Talisman?”
Phalentine smiled. “He did. We are safe at least from the sky.”
“We need to build homes for all the new elves and rebuild what the dragon has destroyed.”
“Alright when that is finished, you will come and learn to use your Aquatic Magic.”
“Yes Sir.”
Xanther was irritated. He had never seen that side of Renaldo. He had never felt so completely useless against anyone. That was not even a battle. That was a one-sided serving of shut up bitch and comply.
He did not realize the arcane might of that blue-eyed monster. He paused for a moment and turned back. He saw his grandson and growled. “I will find out where he hid Merlin’s notes.”
With a snap of his fingers, he went back to Nexus. He paced back and forth in his throne room.
Haldor entered. “Father, we need to find a way to get the bow from the fae.”
Xanther stopped pacing and turned his attention to his son. “That is impossible, Aurelian has already soul bound with him or started to. That is a suicide mission with no chance of redemption.”
Haldor looked around, “Perhaps we find a way to gain his trust?”
“Maybe, I have no idea how to though.”
“What about Issac, did you at least get him?”
“One word, Renaldo,” Xanther’s eyes glowed with extreme irritation.
“Huh? Why would that stop you? He never has interfered before?”
“Oh well, he did this time. With hard core Eldritch magic, I had absolutely no recourse against. Like I have never felt so completely and absolutely useless!
“The words out of his mouth, make the very molecules in my soul want to unravel with his immense power.” Xanther growled with frustration.
“Well, then I might have some better news for you.” Angelo entered the throne room.
Xanther looked up. “Oh?”
“Yes, my King.” Angelo knelt before him. Before he could tell his king anything, the sound of heels clicking on the aggressively polished marble interrupted him.
Relana walked into the room, her eyes glowing. “Xanther! I heard you failed and did not bring back our grandson! Why, what could have possibly been stronger than the blessing I gave you?! Do you have any idea how long it took me to craft that potion?”
“I know my love, but Renaldo was there.” Xanther’s eyes softened when his supreme sorcerers walked in. Her black hair down to her waist. Her curves always attract his attention. Her silver eyes sparkled with a fire of which he is fond.
She crossed her arms. “Renaldo, his magic does not exceed yours.”
“I did not think so, but he proved me otherwise.” Xanther walked over to her and kissed her softly.
She scowled. “What magic spell did he use?”
“He used Apocalipitica’s magic binding.” Xanther gave a challenging glare to his wife.
Relana raised a brow, “But… How? What is he that he can do that?”
“I don’t know, but I plan to go ask Lumina.”
