Demons Among Us

Chapter 10: Velanos

Velanos realized with horror as he slowly came to, that his beloved princess was gone. "NOOOOOO" he bellowed to an empty room, the temple had been abandoned and only he remained. He looked around at the serpentines who lay around the room in pieces, he felt shame that he wasn't the cause of it, he had failed.

He leaned against the wall trying to calm himself, he took deep breaths and tried to remember everything he could. He started with getting jumped from behind, how the hell did he not feel it or at least sense it, unless, no thought Velanos, not possible and he put the thought out of his mind. He looked around the room for any clues as to where his beloved princess could have gone. He stopped when he got to the scorched piece of stone, this is where she disappeared, he knew that for sure, and something about a red swirl of dust.

He had to get out of there, his head was swimming with too many thoughts all jumbled up, he needed air. Once he got out to the witches tree he began to feel better, he looked back at the door to the temple and realized this was the last time he saw her, she waved at him. If I could cry thought Velanos, my tears would never stop, he tucked his wings into his back and sat down on the ground with a thump, he had to fix it he thought, he had to get his princess back, but how?

Daylight had began to creep over the land by the time Velanos had made his realizations, he remembered a red swirl of dust and he could of sworn he heard the sorcerer demon say King Yazus sends his regards. The more he thought about it the more he was sure, of course that the weaselly fuck Yazus was behind it, and while he couldn't figure out a way to save his princess yet he could be damn sure avenge her, he stood up with a determined thought of revenge growing in his mind.

He didn't bother to walk back the way they came, he unfurled his wings and with a single flap he was in the air, flying as fast as he could towards the castle and towards the revenge that was now firmly planted in his brain. The castle was in sight, he was going to fly straight to the great room window and slaughter the treacherous fuck right where he was, no questions, just death.

He was just about to the castle walls when a sharp pain pierced through his wing, he pushed past the pain then felt another sharp pain in his side just between his scales and he went spiraling down towards the ground.

He lay on the ground panting and trying to get past the sharp burning pain now running through his body, fuckin demon archers he grunted as he pulled out the arrows and threw them down on the ground, his wounds were not fatal but they would slow him down. He began to to stand up when he suddenly fell back to the ground or was kicked down rather.

"Ahhh, the mighty Velanossss" hissed the elder demon as he pressed his foot down on the wound causing Velanos to suffer silently, he would never give the elder demon the satisfaction of knowing how much it burned. He tried to crawl away from the foot causing him pain, but that only made the foot angry and it responded with a hard kick to his wound which now caused it to break open.

Velanos grinned as the elder demon let out his first scream, he dragged himself away while his pain began to subside, his other half was taking over, Velanos could feel his normal sturdy structure morph into the strong smooth muscles that serpentines were know for, with these muscles they could weave among the grass and swamps, slithering at an almost invisible speed.

He rose up on his thick serpentine body and looked at the elder demon just as the last of his body blew away like ash, poison blood asshole, Velanos said aloud and slithered off towards the wooded area near his home. He couldn't move at his usual fast pace, his wound was slowly seeping and not healing the way it normally does, this concerned him and he tried to push on faster, fighting the pain that radiated through his body.

He slowed down as he neared the tree that was his home, his sanctuary, a place that was truly his and where he could be himself away from those that would kill him. He looked over at it and debated just going inside and forgetting the world, taking the time to heal then just run, go anywhere. This thought faded as quickly as it came when he thought of Yazmina, with a heavy sigh he took one last look at his tree and slithered past it, hoping he will get the chance to see it again someday.