Demons
1674 Words
3rd POV
After a long talk, Vaylerix finally sent Belinda away for the night to get some rest. He liked his new friend and companion. He desired to see her protected and keep her existence from being known. Though it was late at night now, Vaylerix decided to take a stroll and see what he could see of this world he would be calling 'home' for the foreseeable future.
Not far from the inn, there was a large green space. Belinda had made mention of during their visit. She had called it Gibson Park. It had a large artificial pond with all kinds of water fowl. There was a small snack stand, play ground equipment and a small band stand.
There was a set of train tracks that ran through the park. The tracks were mostly surrounded by dense shrubs and bushes to deter foot traffic over or near the tracks. An underpass tunnel had been created so that people could cross over to the other side with out impediment or incident. on the other side of the tunnel was another park that had a skate park, tennis courts, horse shoe pits, and more playground equipment. It was close to the Missouri River, hence it was called Riverside Park.
After making his way to the other side he followed the trail along the river. He ended up at the scenic overlook where people can observer Black Eagle Falls. He was enjoying the calm solemnity of the solitude. But he was soon aware of another's presence.
"This is not where I normally find you! You're not supposed to be here on this realm's plane! Don't tell me you are joining the Elves' team," hissed Rochelle from the shadows.
Vaylerix let out a silent groan. He continued to face away from the sound of Rochelle's voice.
"I am on my own team. I have always been on my own team, while I am here, I will do as I have always done--choose for myself," he said without emotion.
"What do you want?" he asked when she remained silent.
He could feel her trying to scan his thoughts. He quickly shielded his thoughts and blocked her out.
"You would be bettered served to not go poking around in my head, slutwich," he said dripping with contempt.
But Rochelle had caught a glimpse of what was on his mind. The curvy blonde, woman with the heart shaped face and dazzling blue-green eyes. Rochelle applied a glamor to make her appear like Belinda to Vaylerix. She stepped out of the shadows and pressed up against him from behind. Rochelle has had a thing for Vaylerix ever since she first spotted him when he had been interloping in the Abysmal realms and has pursued him relentlessly for centuries. But this was the first time she had gotten this close to him.
He glanced over his shoulder, turned around to face her, and she looked up at him wearing Belinda's innocent face.
"If you want to die you can continue to abuse that face. I will end you where you stand--do not face me with a lie," he said in a very calm and level voice.
Rochelle stepped back and let the glamor dissipate.
She shrugged and sighed out, "You can't blame a girl for trying to appear non-threatening, friendlier and more pleasing to you. I didn't take you for a chubby chaser, Dragonborn..."
"Slutwich--I can see through your glamor. Non-threatening, don't under estimate my friend." He paused speaking. "Insult my companion again and I will rend your tongue from your head."
He raised his hand creating a symbol in the air followed by a word that was lylty and cut by a more guttural word--which bound her to that spot, unbeknownst to her.
He looked in her eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"
'My master would like an audience with you. My master is assembling creatures of consequence that will be the new rulers of their respective races once my master's plan is executed. Since your allegiance is to yourself, my master thought that you might be enticed to join against our common enemies, especially if in the end you would be Lord of Dragon-kind, the Elves and since they have joined with the Fae, you would be the defacto Fae Lord too. Think of it Vaylerix. You would be able to get your vengeance on all those whom had wronged you in so many ways," said Rochelle in her most seductive sales-pitch voice.
Vaylerix started to laugh hysterically. She had a confused look upon her face at his reaction. Vaylerix stops and looks at the bemused succubus.
"Oh, you were being serious? I thought you were trying to seduce me," he smirked and chuckled.
Rochelle rolled her eyes.
"Here, take this scroll," she said taking the rolled parchment from between her breasts.
"The date and time of the meeting is on the scroll. If you need assistance you can summon me and I will be more than happy to assist you however you may need," she cooed.
"Do I have to? I know where this has been, couldn't you've brought a bag? Oh, wait that's appropriate, " he said stone-faced.
"So why do I get an invite to the table? And don't try to blow sunshine up my non-existent skirt. Don't feed me some tripe about making me a king, what is the real angle?" he asked without emotion.
"I expected a little more gratitude from you," she started but was interrupted.
Vaylerix raised an eyebrow and said sardonically, "Oh? Do tell."
"You are being offered the opportunity of a lifetime and yet, you sneer at it simply because you do not like the messenger," she stated coolly, trying to turn things back on him.
He stifled a laugh, and as he spoke he raised a finger for each item he named, "The Master, the message, the messenger and an offer too good to be true. Do not take me for a fool."
The frustration started to show in her facial expressions.
"Is there nothing that I can do or say to persuade you to accept my master's invitation?" she asked sounding exhausted.
"Your master's name and true intent," he said plainly.
"I will tell you my master's name, only if you agree to be mine for the next 30 minutes," she said demurely.
"I think, I am going to be sick," he responded with a groan.
"Tut-tut, Vaylerix, darling. Everyone has a price, and that is mine," she purred.
"It's not worth it," he replied.
"Oh, really? What would be worth it, I am willing to renegotiate," she said seductively.
"You have nothing to bargain with," he said.
"I am through being nice. You will do what I want," she started to say.
"No, I won't," he interrupted laughing.
"How about I fetch your lovely girl and she and I put on a show for you and you would be welcome to join in," said Rochelle not considering the consequences of her words.
"Try to go get her," he said.
Rochelle tried to make good on her threat, but soon realized in that instant that she was bound and unable to leave.
"Are you kidding me? Oh, you, you worthless half-breed bastard! Once I get free, my friends and I will entertain your new friend," she spat out venomously.
"I promise you on the ancient blood line of the first dragon and first elves--if you dare breathe an utterance of the people I choose as companion to another soul living, dead, undead, abysmal, heavenly, or hellish--I will pursue you through space, time, and dimension to remove even the idea of you," he said with peaceful calm and not even a twitch of a muscle.
His words were icy and calm, his eyes shown like rubies in light while his silver hair shimmered in the evening light.
"Once you are released, I will know if you say anything. And if you do, I will find you and end you. Even if you speak it mentally," he whispered in her ear.
"I will get you for this, " she hissed.
"No you won't, " he replied.
"My master will have your balls for this insult," she shrieked.
"That's a long list, thought you wanted to be first," he retorted.
"Promises, promises," she muttered.
"I have made you one promise, you can count on it as gold, spend it if you wish," he replied.
"You are a magnificent tease," she sighed.
"Yes, I am magnificent, but I was not teasing," he replied.
"Are we through with this charade yet?" she sighed.
"That's entirely up to you, are we finished?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"I was through once I learned I couldn't move," she spat out.
"Good thing your attitude is intact," he replied.
"Release me! Vaylerix, or so help me, you will not enjoy what my master does with you for this," she threatened.
"I doubt I would enjoy what your master has planned anyway. Remember, I have you bound, and can destroy you," he replied.
After a long silent pause Vaylerix decided that this stand off needed to come to an end.
"I will release you once you have apologized for your words against my companion, and you swear on your own blood that no harm will come to her, by your hand, or any know or unknown to you. Do we have an accord?" he said.
"Fine. I apologize for my words against your most worthy companion, and I swear on my own blood that no harm will befall her by my hand or the hands of those know or unknown to me. Are you satisfied now?" she said.
"What do you give as proof?" he asked.
"What would you like as proof? she retorts.
"I could cut your tail off," he said.
She grinned unable to resist, "I knew you wanted to get your hands on my tail."
"Only as a means to summon you for your death," he countered.
"Would you like to seal it with a kiss?" she suggested.
"No," he was quick to respond.
"Well, how do you suggest I show proof?" she asked.
"Leave my sight and don't appear before it again," he said.
And before she could respond, he waved his hand and she was gone.
A silent sigh of relief escaped his lips. He cast his eyes over the view of the waterfall before turning to head back to his room at the inn.
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