Mixed Oneshots

Aziel's true love.

The love of his life. A tribe's Emperor's daughter. Her beauty was more than the young Ice Prince could ever imagine. Living by his mother's rules. Love is weakness. No longer mattered to him. All that mattered was her hand in marriage. Yes, all she could give  was a tribe, skilled warriors and a small amount of land. Though none of that truly mattered either to him. He has magic. He can seize any Kingdom later. His ice was becoming stronger. Add that he's on eighteen and he's worked on his magic skills since he was young. Only his ice magic though. His bardic magic wasn't touched upon much. Though it can be useful to persuade someone, it's just easier to rip their heart out or kill them.

Aziel didn't waste his time. On his white stallion, he rode through the woods and to the tundra plains where the tribe was. The love with the Princess of the tribe was kept secret from Cora, Henry and Regina. He couldn't risk it. After the death of Regina's true love and knowing the power of his mother; Aziel took no risks with the matter of true love. Halting his horse at the entrance of the tribe; his dark hues watched as the people of the tribe gathered towards him. Including the leader and his beautiful daughter. He slide off his horse and took a few steps closer. Of course the Emperor knew about the proposal, he had too. "Good morning his highness." Aziel first spoke, bowing to the leader. "Her highness." Then bowing to the Princess. "Morning to yourself Prince Aziel." The leader spoke in his aged tone. Aziel soon continued his steps towards the Princess. Gingerly taking her hand and pressing his light pink lips to it. A light smirk forming onto his face. Glancing to the side at the leader and watching him nod, Aziel replied with a nod as well. Lowering to the ground his left knee, his gaze was up onto the Princess' blue orbs. "I, Prince Aziel ask -" Suddenly his voice was gone. Just gone. No. It couldn't be the Dark One. He has no business in this... but she does. Cora. The Ice Prince stood, his whole body turning with narrowed eyes. His mother with her hand up and in a grasp. Cora let go of the grip and the two glared at each other. "Mother." "Son." Aziel moved towards his mother, watching her carefully. Out of nowhere another Cora appeared, and another and another. Duplication magic. Not his preference but it sure as Hell was annoying. Now he was surrounded by at least twenty of his mother. "If you think you can hurt me with multiply attacks it won't work. This area is naturally cold; my ice is stronger and has more resistance to your magic." Aziel stated, glaring around at the different Cora's. They were silent. Behind him suddenly was a scream. Quickly he turned watching ad his mother's hand was in the chest of his Princess. His dark orbs widened. It was as if she's done it before. She has... the stable boy that Regina fell in love with. This is exactly that. Watching his mother rip the heart out of the Princess' chest and crushing it into dust, he simply stood silently. Anger grew in him. A growling anger. A growl... A loud growl, like a tiger's growl. It echoed through the area from Aziel's mouth. The duplicates of Cora disappeared and his mother turned to him. "My sweet Aziel." "Shut up!" No more worlds came from her mouth. Her lips forced shut with his bardic magic. "Leave!" And she was gone. The rage didn't fade within him. "My mother nor the Dark One can enter this new Kingdom!" A snowflake formed into his pupils as the land under his feet froze. From the forest behind him and to the mountains in the far distance a wall of ice grew. The wall grew into a dome. A wall between him and the tribe. Everything went dark.

Soon before him stood a hooded skeleton wielding a scythe in one hand and another towards him. The skeleton spoke but Aziel couldn't process the words being said. It was a deal he couldn't resist.

{You will never pay the price of magic alive, but when you die, your payment if made. Taking my place as Hell's King, a Grim Reaper.}

Whatever the deal was, Aziel took it. Grabbing the skeleton's hand everything suddenly went back to normal. His hand out before him. Looking up at his ice, a devilish smirk grew onto his lips.

"I, King Aziel of the Antoweif Providence."