The Eyes Of 'Rah

Unrest in the Demon Kingdom

The huge gloomy building which housed the demon king and his family had become gloomier. Added to the dark and tensed atmosphere was the continuous loud crash that had been coming from Damien's chambers.

All his servants had been careful to steer clear of him since his return from one of his mysterious outings. No one had seen him since that night, the only sign that he was around had been the sound of objects breaking and his gruff voice.

He had passed a strict instructions, ordering them not to enter his chamber.

They had thought his anger had subsided despite being unaware of the cause until rumour started flying around that their king's  horn had been broken. All his counsels had tried to seek him out since that morning but no one had been granted entrance.

Damien threw the last marble vase across the room, still, his anger continued to fuel. He had broken everything that could reflect his image, showing the uneven horns on his head. If only he could transform back to his false human body instead of being stuck in his true form, perhaps he could deceive his people till his witch arrived.

He needed her to look for an alternative way to get to the kingdom instead of through portals so he can capture Seraphine once and for all. By now, he was sure the Upper House leaders would have taken steps in fortifying their territory against outsiders. He whispered the incantation once again to summon Tiannah, his witch.

His brows furrowed even more, hearing the insistent knock of his son and the faint voices of the people who wanted to enter the palace with force.

"Father? It's me, allow me in"

"Go away!" He bellowed.

"Please, open the door" Desmond urged him, "even if it is just for a second. Please" he begged. "Your councilmen are worried about you, so am I."

After few minutes, the door swung open, "what do you want?" He demanded.

Desmond entered the dark room, he squinted his eyes to adjust to the darkness, walking carefully to avoid stepping on the broken objects, shrinking his nose from the stale air which hung in the room. He moved towards the window, opening it halfway to allow in some fresh air.

"Close the curtain" he commanded

Doing his father's bidding, he turned to him, "Father, is it true?" Wanting to confirm the news of his broken horn, when he was met with silence, he continued, he tried to locate his father's form in the darkness by tracing his voice.

"The whole kingdom has been in chaos, everyone wants to know if the news is true. We need to bring normalcy back by proving to them that the rumour is false"

Studying his father in a black hooded cloak who kept muttering words underneath his breath, with his back facing the window, he feared the rumour might be true since he was still in his true form.

"I care not about any false rumour, I have something more important to care about" Damien's mind was occupied. His thoughts were on Seraphine.

"The Eyes?"

There are two things his father care about instead of his own son; Phemerah's eyes and the throne. The first was far more important than the second, if he was this impassive about the throne, that could only mean he had found a way to obtain his long time goal; the Eyes.

It was no news to him that his father was obsessed with possessing the eyes. Something that annoyed him greatly because nothing could capture his attention as much as news related to the eyes. Desmond had witness throughout his years while growing up how he fought tooth and nail for Damien's attention over the Eyes but all had been to no avail. With his mother's death, the only care he had received had been from his nanny and other servants.