Ancient secrets told

The war truly begins

Devon stared at the messenger who clearly dashed into his chambers. Eron cuddled naked with a tail up his ass and in Devons hands, a leash held tightly. (Well Eron and this messenger is gonna have some drama) Devon thought, seeing the mocking look the messender gave the human, that's taunting Eron that made his body tense. In his arms, Deven could feel everything. The pain of the ass plug, the agitation of the messengers intruden, his breathing and heart beat. "What do you want?" Devon demanded, sitting Eron down next to him. Devon closed the curtains, to keep Eron his privacy.
"Garnet and Copper soldiers march up the hill, they have multiple catapults with them" the messenger explained urgently.

Devon frowned, "how many?" He demanded.
"At least two hundred" the messenger bowed, "they were half way up the hill when I ran".
"Leave, get the soldiers alerted and tell them to defend, that's my orders, got it!?" Devon hissed and quickly got his armor on. The messenger left and Devon turned to Eron, "get ready, rip it out if you have to!" Devon ordered, getting his swords ready. "Meet me at the back of the castle!" He left and rushed down the halls and into the back courtyards. "Your majesty" one of his generals, genral Ryfon, greeted. "My men are already down fighting, the other commands are defending the walls, anything else?" Ryfon bowed and licened.
"Fight! We cannot let them past the old moat!" Devon drew his sword and rushed down to fight.

Arrows shot at him but he ignored the pain and slashed at the soldiers preparing the catapults. The large borders, soaked in alcohol, was ready to fire at his walls and get it alight. He slashed it, braking it till it can't work and did the same on the other three. He slashed and decapitated as many soldiers that got in his way, pulling many off his own soldiers. Devon went deeper into the heard of the rivals, slicing throats, cutting open and slashing hearts of any enemy that dared to face him. Devon examined every last one of the soldiers until he found the genral leading the charge. Devon charged forward, raising his blades and missed. The genral jumped back and slashes at Devons side. Seeing his dark blood splatter onto the rival genral, the look of panic was priceless.

The genral clearly knew who he was and knew he won't be winning this fight. (And it will be your last!) Deven grinned and slammed his blades into the genrals chest. The blood oozing out and Devon slowly sliced the blades down to his stomach. The genral screeched a scream. Gathering the attention of everyone as the battle hauled and the panic of the other side was perfection of itself. The battle was over and the genral was slowly dying in the most painful way. Devon released his blades when the genral went limp and lifeless. The Copper and Garnet soldiers began to run from the battle, retreating whilst they can.

"Well that was easy" Devon spoke and his soldiers nodded with agreement. "Get back to rest!" Devon demanded, "heal up and rest, this is only the beginning!" He explained and sheathed his blades. He head back to his chambers, leaving the clean up to his genrals. Eron was still struggling with the tail, "what happened? Why you back so soon?" Eron stood up, wiping a tear from his eyes. Devon pulled him in and petted his head and layed him down on the bed.
"The battle was very easily won, just had to kill the genral and they ran" Devon explained, removing the arrows and armor. "I'm gonna have a bath, want to join?" He grinned.
"Umm... sure but" Eron looked down, clearly worried about the tail.
"Oh, want a quicky?" Devon joked and pushed him down on the bed, pinning him with a grin.

"No thanks, I just wanna sleep really" Eron pushed him but wasn't strong enough to fully get free. (That's just adorable, oh that ass is just begging to get fucked soon) Deven grinned and let go. "Alright but want help with the tail?" Devon couldn't be bothered with an answer and rolled him over and ripped it out. Eron screamed and the amount of blood was honestly impressive, (just like ripping of a bandade).
"Fuck sake!" Eron scolded and curled up, "fuck!" He shook and Devon grew concerned about the blood that was dripping on his bedding.
"Ok well you just recover and I'm having a bath" Devon pat his head, in a half jokey way. He went to the bathroom and began to fill the tub, (this war has gone a little... off cause but that's easily fixed) he thought. He layed in the hot water and relaxed, the blood of his wounds was stinging but it was muffled. Devon relaxed and found himself drifting to sleep.