Dripping Cold Blood: The Tale Of The Convens

Chapter 3: Demotion City! Life begins anew!

As Zane left the castle, he headed directly towards the portal and moved through it. Turning around and smiling over at the two women who he knew. The princess, Brooke, and the queen... Noelle. His gaze flickered over to the nurse who had healed him and he smiled with a slight laugh and a wave. He stepped out of the mortal realm, and swiftly returned to Hell. Moving swiftly, he walked through the fiery landscape of Hell, as he headed towards the barracks building of the army.

As he made it into the barracks, his eyes widened in shock. So much had changed while he was gone, apparently. Since he's been gone, it didn't seem like anybody kept the lower level grunts in check. As he looked around for the bed that was for the fourth ranked member, he noticed that there was a woman there. He growled and moved towards her, as he clenched his fists. Staring into her eyes, he smiled sadistically and spoke coldly. "Last time I checked... your rank is not four. It is lower than four. So, remove yourself from my bed, immediately, or I will not hesitate to end your pathetic excuse for a life, low level grunt." He said as he placed his hands on the edge of the bed.

As he growled once more, he felt the hand of someone on his shoulder. He turned around and glared at the person before seeing who it was. A much lower level demon, Chyllian, also known as Chylled. He skipped out of the giant bastard's orientation so he never learned his last name. "Zanephryn leave her alone. Okay?"

Zane growled and moved Chylled's hand before staring into his eyes. "Chyllian, I know you've been here longer, but respect your fucking superiors! I am rank four! This low level bitch doesn't belong in my fucking space!" He growled before turning to the female demon. Gripping the bed, he began flash freezing the bed in an attempt to get the woman out of his bed, before she spoke to him.

She smirked and sat up, pushing him away from the bed with a large grin. "Oh, hey, Zanephryn! It's funny seeing YOU here! Given that you aren't rank four anymore. You're the FORMER fourth ranked demon general, Zane. Haven't you heard? The big man started holding open tryouts for your position ever since you disappeared. Name's Kalan. Kalan Sarei, and I'm favorited to win this entire tournament for your place. Of course the competition is fierce buuut I know I'll win." As she moved from the bed, she looked him in the eyes with a sadistic giggle.

"But, I can tell the dark lord is going to be pissed! I know that much! The big 3 CLEARLY failed in their mission to kill you in the world of the living. I mean... all of us REALLY thought and hoped that they did. But, they didn't. SO, it looks like the end of an era is coming. It was really nice knowing you, big guy!" She said as she pat him on the shoulder. The big 3 killing him?! The dark lord was pissed at him?! What in the French hell was going on here? He decided her was going to get to the bottom of this.

Leaving out of the barracks, he turned towards the inner barracks. Firing ice blasts at every last demon who remained in there, he showed no mercy. At the very least... all of them were going to have frostbite. If he couldn't be in the big four anymore, there was nobody else who can take that place! NOBODY AT ALL! Zane quickly moved from the barracks towards the castle, forcing his demon's wings out of his back, he flew directly into the castle. Bursting down the door and flying into the throne room, growling and panting in anger. But, before he could open his mouth to speak, he heard the dark lord's voice. Melodic... methodical... and patient.

"Ah... Zanephryn. Why must you be so harsh? Act so brash and bold?" He began, the room seeming to quake with fear at the way the man spoke, and how loudly it echoed. "Come, have a seat with me. Grab a cup of tea, and converse. Tell me what ales you, my dear boy." He said as he moved to sit in a chair, gesturing towards a nearby chair for Zane to sit in. Zane was hesitant, but he listened. Sitting in the chair, not wanting to anger the most powerful demon in all of Hell. The original demon. "What ales you, Zane? Why have you burst into my throne room so angrily? Have you not settled in for the night?" He asked, sipping his tea.