The Demon King And The Hero (Part One)

Chapter Ten: The Hero's Old Friend

Chapter Ten: The Hero’s Old Friend

　

　

　

　

         She did not provide their names , but as soon as they made it to a small clearing, she told him of two men she wished to recruit; a swordsman and his brother. When she saw his annoyed expression, she assured him with great certainty that the brother happened to be extremely skilled in other ways and would not be detrimental to her mission.

       That didn’t matter to him, but for a moment, a long and annoying moment, Nemis was immensely angry.

      His first instinct was that she wanted to rid herself of him, as she had planned in the beginning. That saddened him greatly. He wasn’t ready to kill her, no, he wanted to watch her more. To take in every movement, emotion, and smile she had to offer him. For some reason unbeknownst to him, his heart beat faster and faster each time he thought about ending the façade he’d so come to like.

       But then he reasoned with himself and considered that if she was indeed going to leave him, she would have done so in Coron. The fact that she didn’t reassured him that she did want him with her. If he understood correctly, she thought he was just as interesting as he thought of her. He caught her askew glances ever so often. As she checked the sun, through the corner of her eye when she talked to people, when she thought he couldn’t notice. He did, but she had no way of knowing that it was because his senses were at least a hundred times sharper than hers, if not more.

        He saw the light as it fractured, as it splintered into piercingly beautiful colors, so vivid and distinguished that it shamed the pretty gems and stones humans so coveted and made them look dull in comparison. He saw every pore, every scar, and all imperfections that marred a persons skin- the Hero’s skin was like porcelain- as well as the true age of others.

         The sun was infinitely brighter than it would have been to a human, he saw it as it truly was, a giant ball of gas, or a star as they were referred to. The sky wasn’t pure blue, but a mix of viridian green and vibrant aqua with a tad bit of grey secretly mixed in. He noticed trees as one would notice lowers. Every groove, every leaf, and every branch was a master piece. Water was so gloriously, amazingly clear, and sparkled like it was blue diamond sewn upon blue diamond, upon blue diamond.

     Because everything was entirely exquisite it was hard for him to truly enjoy it. Nemis was a demon, always had been, and it had been his life for such a long time that everything stopped being amazing and was just the usual.

      Seeing things in high definition wasn’t even the best of his acute senses. He could hear every little nuance in a person’s voice and always knew if someone was lying to him. It came in handy more than once when he was in the first years of his reign.

       He could taste emotions as well as smell them, the two “senses” being more or less the same to him. He often knew when people were upset, and his favorite “taste” was a rare mix of angry despair, an emotion that was more than abundant in the Hero. Intoxicating, it was like a gift she had no idea she was giving.

      He guessed that was one of the reasons he enjoyed her so much. There was something hidden inside, something that was trying to force it’s way out. He was sure the Hero felt it too, but if she knew what it was, that he didn’t know.

    What he did know was that the girl had a hidden agenda.

      He felt it the first time he asked her why she was the hero. Worry flared for a moment before subsiding behind an irate exasperation. He knew straight away that every word she was saying was a lie, but oddly enough he let it slide.