King Beast - Vicious Flames

Chapter 2 ~ The Lords

AN/ Who do you think is the hottie up here? ;)

"Good evening humans," one spoke with a strange rumble.

The candlelight cast a golden glow over his skin. There wasn't a single flaw to mar his appeal... not even those light-blue scales scattered all over his wide chest plates and on parts of his long legs and thick arms. White hair framed a face that was almost angelic, if one could ignore the white horns. Glacial blue eyes surrounded by a red ring watched and assessed, unblinking.

"Hello to you, dragon." The Pastor solemn voice greeted the beautiful monsters. He held his head upright, his gaze unwavering.

The flaps of his cloak were caught by the unnatural wind caused by these unwanted guests, revealing a flash of worn woollen pants.

"You know of my people."

The Pastor nodded, "I do, Lord Zerberus."

The dragon-man tilted his head to the side, offering a smirk with fangs so sharp they could probably rip a man in half within mere seconds.

"You are wise, but your flesh has already begun to rot," Zerberus commented, "What do you think of death?"

The Pastor had to gather all his courage... and had to ask for a little bit more to the Two Mothers before he could produce a reply.

"I do not mind it." He breathed out, "It's the way of life."

"Your life."

"Do not ask foolish questions, Zerberus." The other male snapped before addressing the Pastor, "Excuse him. Dragons like to play with their food."

The women let out small whimpers, as did most of the men.

The two nonhumans ignored the whining pile of mortal meat.

"And demons don't, Zante?" The Pastor asked the other male as he finally stepped into view.

AN/ Zante, the Demon Lord, on the picture above!!! 

Hard, blue skin, long black nails, black horns that curled towards the ceiling, almost piercing it. Pointy ears surrounded by a cascade of luscious black hair that reached never-ending shoulders. The skin around those red glowing eyes was darker, making the creature look sinister. Yet, there was something handsome about him.

"Sometimes my kind does." He shrugged, "I'm not fond of your meat though, too chewy, too sweet, like squirrels'."

The Pastor nodded, squeezing the hand of a small girl at his side.

"Your eyes," she whispered, mesmerising by those crimson abysses surrounded by that darkness. Although they were pleasantly almond-shaped, the irises and thin pupils were just so terribly red.

"To see through flames, little rat." Zante grinned, the harsh line of his lips morphed into a wicked grin, showing off long fangs.

He cared little of human pups, nor could he remember being a child either.

"Zante, stop wasting my air," Zerberus said with a hiss. Dragons weren't known for their patience.

"I'm just getting to know the rats..." Zante observed as he ran his clawed finger between two canines. He looked down at his findings and tilted his head, "I have never met so many humans..." Alive.

Growls and screeches echoed somewhere far, yet near. As if to agree.

By then, men had also begun to sing cries along with their females. The children, half curious, half petrified, stared at these Lords of Monsters with rapture.