The Demon King And The Hero (Part One)

Chapter Twenty One: The Hero's Hidden Past and The Demon King's Turnabout

Chapter Twenty One: The Hero's Hidden Past And The Demon King's Turnabout

He slept as well as he could, which for him was easy. He liked sleeping. He didn't need to, just like he really didn't need to eat, but he did it anyways. He was pretending he was a mortal and mortals slept and ate.. And in a way he thought wasn't possible, it seemed to help. When he awoke to the Hero's gentle prodding to find that his body didn't ache as much as it had the night before, he'd been moderately overjoyed. Even the scar on his hand was a light pinkish color. A good contrast to the angry purplish red it had been. His thigh, which had itched terribly the night before was completely fine and he could even stretch it without twinges shooting through his leg.

It was an odd, but slightly pleasurable sensation. For Nemis, that amount of pain he'd been withstanding hadn't touched him in a long time. He was used to getting hurt, if albeit the last time it hadn't deliberately happened had been many, many winters before.

He wanted to know who wouldn't develop a coping mechanism if they had to traverse a hostile, and human controlled world.

He almost wanted to thank the damnable humans for the ability to block out pain. For it had been because of them that he learned the ability. It wasn't so much a spell, but a power of will.

He could block out the most horrendous of mutilations and continue on as if nothing had happened. He could, for instance, break bones in his body , and think nothing of it. If he had not been fighting the devastation that he still bore, he was sure the night before wouldn't have fazed him. None of the attacks the assassin landed on him had been close to deadly, and it was apparent that there was something lacking in the assassin. On closer look, before the body was gotten rid of, he found it to be a nightmarish creature. Literally.

All houses had special "things" that defined them. The Rakata had inhuman loyalty for the first house and were able to withstand just about any attacks. That was due to the makeup of their bodies. They were more like rocks and minerals than organic material. Mao, if he so wished, could turn his skin into an impenetrable shield.

The Endramada, who were fallen, had been practically tame looking. More often than not, because of their lighter features-white and silver hair, blue and green eyes- they used to be called fallen stars. That was not the only interesting thing about them either. They were so poisonous when crossed, that most demons had wished they'd never been born.

The Enthidia, Ookami and Felli's house, produced witches the most often. Most were weak and used as bargaining tools between houses. They could cast illusions-not very good ones, like the one he wore- ones that were passable, but not much else. Even so they were exalted.

He too could use Magick, but he wasn't classified a witch. Magick just naturally ran in the Bezzaharru house. The first house didn't have to mix the thirteen to produce a Magick wielder.

Then there were the Kirith, who, simply put, were the courtesans of the thirteen. Most were beautiful, men and women alike. Most of them loved carnal relations more than anything, especially the ones the humans would call sirens and mermaids.

His real mother was from the Kirith house. He was told, Queen Veda, as that was her name, was the most beautiful demon in hell at the time. He was often told by them that he looked quite like her. They shared the same features, except his were a trifle more masculine and elegant. They also told him that her eyes had been violet colored, and that although he had the same shape, his hair and his eyes came from the lord King.