Chapter 26: Questions and Answers

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Harry had been left alone for the better part of the day to think and he had almost come up with a way he thought might work in contacting Tom and how to get him to be able to heal him. It wasn't going to be fun for his part though and he bet Tom would protest it at first.

Then Darion decided to drop in again and as he approached Harry; the incubus prince growled in warning to him to stay away or be burnt to death. Darion wasn't stupid though, and knew the growl was serious enough.

Though Harry could burn him to death here...he would thereafter never escape it for he would need him to release the spell unless Tom actually managed to help from the outside. He figured it was unlikely in his current state of mind though.

"Growl at me all you like Harry." He sneered to the teen, "But you know that if you burn me to ashes here; that your chances of escapes are next to nil."

Harry snarled to that angrily and threw thin needle darts of air and fire at him.

Darion seemed impressed by his strength, "My but you are strong as they tell of. It is of no wonder Tom loves you and your company. To have such a powerful mate beside of him and to use as a pawn for his own designs on how he thinks will better the society he lives in."

Harry reacted to that and stood to slash at him only to be forcibly reminded he was chained to the wall when his body was forced to the ground from backlash.

Darion just laughed to that coldly and test boundaries by pushing himself against the incubus prince's face. Harry smelt the desire there, but it was tinted with malice and hate as well. Something Harry would never allow himself to feed into.

"Why do you want me, Darion?" He asked suddenly as if he was bored and completely ignored the fact the man's penis was literally in his face, "I cannot imagine that being tied to a teenaged angst-driven incubus prince like me is appealing to someone who is well over five thousand years old and appears as if he is thirty-two."

"Your Necromancy may be what has allowed you your superior life-time to all else, as born necromancers are gifted with such long life as we Incubi are due to the demonic blood in all of us, but I still have no idea why you would want me personally." He asked

Harry then teased his arrogance some by accidentally pretending to brush against him in just the right ways to make him believe that maybe Harry had reconsidered his offer. He hadn't, but if he found a weak spot to exploit; that was even better though this was at the expense of his highly suffering mate right now.

It didn't sit well with him either, but he had to survive this or there was going to be a world of dark times ahead if he did not. Darion seemed to move slightly away from him as he had considered the question since Harry likely had no idea of the past he had to his clan.

"My death cult and your clan were once allies. Ignotus formed it, the alliance I mean, and held the peace between us when disputes verged on war. When his second-eldest daughter was of marriageable age; she was to be my bride. To keep the peace in the alliance and sustain the ties between the two factions."

Darion's eyes were soft, "Though I am much older than she was; she had not cared and I loved her like no other I have met. But as fate would have it; she had a mate in the clan and Ignotus was forced to rescind our marriage betrothal to keep peace again over her being with another who wasn't her true-mate."

Harry listened intently now though he was still wary of him and still knew he was dangerous and trouble if he desired to be.

"This is not what angered me so much so that I would seek revenge on all of your clan, as it was a common enough occurrence for people who married or mated into the humanoid races. I loved Selene as if she was the only one who could love me back, but I knew if she was forced to choose between me and her true-mate and because she was a succubae by birth; she would not have chosen me, so I decided of my own free will to let her go and to find her own happiness." He said

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