The Demon King And The Hero (Part One)

Chapter Two: The Hero's Suspicion

  Chapter Two: The Hero's Suspicion 

     

        He laughed and looked down at her. Pale blue eyes, the eyes of a specter stared back up at him and she looked pissed, like she was ready to impale him at any moment.

        “What do you find so funny?” She asked, a certain sound of annoyance made her words sharper than she meant to. She noticed this and became quiet again. He could tell that she tried her hardest to be nice to him. Who wouldn’t pity a man that surely would have died. Again, he chuckled inwardly. She seemed to think him mad, or just plain insane.

      “The demon king…Well…” He looked at her and reddened softly. It was slightly odd, not to mention hard, to speak about himself in the third person, and even harder to come up with a description that wasn’t fueling his ego. He didn’t want to say what he truly looked like, that would be self-serving, but he also didn’t want to be described as an ugly troz. That was exactly what the girl had imagined. Troz’ were ugly and dim demons, with skin as hard as rock, and big, ugly eyes that stuck out from their faces. What she had said had pretty much been an insult, but he let it go. She was going to die anyways.

      “He is fearsome… but…also very…” he frowned and faked fear at the very remembrance. “He doesn’t much look like that… The demon king is tall, fearfully tall, and he kept to himself, and was shrouded in a black cloak. But… I caught glimpses of him. His eyes flashed red sometimes and his teeth were sharper than knives. His voice scared me the most…” he closed his eyes and thought of Mao, the demon only second in power to him.

     How pissed Mao would be when he got back and found the throne was empty. The thought was highly entertaining.

      The girl took this in and after a moment she turned and sighed. She relaxed as all the pent up tension eased. Swiftly turning, she glanced at him. Her eyes narrowed.

     “Well then… Your name?” She questioned. Her voice smooth and gentle. It struck him like a bolt of lightning .

     He hadn’t used his name in a long time and he was never directly called by it. It was always demon king this or demon king that. He barely remembered it. It took him a moment, but he finally recalled it.

      “Nemis.” He said, slightly unsure. Right away he regretted it. It would have been better to use a fake name. Nemis wasn’t even his true name. The name his mother gave him was lost to the cruelty of death and time, so in reality, Nemis had been the name Eldis gave him. Angry, he felt the tangle of forgotten emotions creep up and for a moment he wavered.

Eldis.

Her chosen one.

I should kill her now.

NO.

She’s too interesting.

I can almost taste the rage on her breath.

Yes.

I’ll kill her later.

      He calmed and rid his thoughts of the evil bitch. The girl was staring at him intently, like she wasn’t sure what to do. Her pale hair shifted as she moved towards him and he caught a whiff of smoke and wood. She put her hand out and he gave his. Her hand was warm through the gloves she wore and he was well aware his was frozen.

       It reminded him of when he first came to the castle. It wasn’t much more than full moon earlier. It was dark outside, cold and rainy. They let him in without any questions, and never noticed that he wasn’t like them. The next day the underlord asked him for dinner. He assured the servant that he would meet the man for dinner. Of course, no one made it to the table as everyone was long dead before then. Their blood still warm on his hands when he began eating. The food wasn’t the best but still palatable and only strengthened his decision to kill everyone.