Her Dark King

A Century-Long Reunion

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The man walked swiftly towards his destination, ignoring his companion's struggle as they made their way towards their set destination.

"Forgive me, Sir Wayne, but would it be possible for us to slow down? They did say that the His Majesty was crossing the Nether Plains. That's about thirty minutes from here."

The young companion tried to reason whilst begging his feet to comply and maintain the incredible speed of his supervisor.

He had heard rumors within the court of the Head Butler's incredible efficiency and dedication to their King. As the overseer of each and every one of the wait staff, Wayne was trusted by all the Nobles as well as His Majesty to ensure the smooth running of Castle Nightwell, the Royal Keep that towered over their realm.

Working under him meant portraying the same level of dedication and efficiency...and incredible agility it seemed. He now understood why no one wished to occupy the position of Wayne's assistant.

"Tell me everything you know about our King, Alvas."

Wayne's words surprised the young attendant, his steps faltering momentarily before he regained his form and hurried down the hall after his supervisor.

"Well, he is the Great Demon Lord, protector of Avernus, the Realm of Demons and Darkness. His power is unrivaled among the five realms and his reign has ensured peace and prosperity to all demon kind which is an incredible feat in itself. He is truly great and powerful."

Alvas finished, his words mirroring the awe he felt at the thought of their King. A feeling that many demons shared. It was no secret that their kind had a hard time getting along. Greed and thirst for power and supremacy influenced most of their actions.

Their Lord's incredible display of power had silenced all who wished to possess the throne for themselves after the death of their previous King. He had left no doubt in anyone's mind on who deserved to sit on the Dark throne as the supreme ruler.

"That's good enough. So, Alvas, do you really believe that the King of Demons, with all his power, would be limited to the same speed we lesser demons possess?"

Wayne's question left the young man speechless, the foolishness of his earlier comment dawning on him as he took in the swirl of crimson-black mist shooting across the sky, right towards them. Goosebumps covered his entire skin as the overwhelming presence grew closer and closer.

It was almost like a wet blanket had been tossed over his lungs as the light grew closer, the sound of his labored breathing bringing a small, pleased smile to Wayne's lips.

"You have much to learn, young one, but consider this your very first lesson... Our King does not travel like the rest of us. He does not belong to the same level of power that any one of us do and we could never begin to comprehend his abilities. He is a Supreme being beyond our reach. He is the all powerful Lord of all Demons and none could ever rival his power... He also hates tardiness so Never be late to receive him."

Wayne schooled the young man aptly before stepping forward to receive his Master, the tremor of his landing destabilizing the soldiers stationed at the Castle entrance, each of them instantly bowing low at the sight of the imposing figure before them.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty."

Wayne stated coolly as he bowed low before the towering figure of King Aaric Aita Trevelyan, Demon Lord and Ruler of Avernus.

"Thank you, Wayne. It's good to be home and away from that band of obnoxious and incredibly annoying shitheads. I swear, if one more person tries to kiss my ass today, I am going to lose my mind!"