The Demon King And The Hero (Part One)

Chapter Eleven: The Demon King's New Friend

Chapter Eleven: The Demon King’s New Friend

　

　

　

         He was well aware of Gaitis’ eyes boring into his back. The other man was wary of Nemis, that much was clear. Lifting Kursof’s limp hand, Nemis smirked.

       “He’s dead.” he pointed out happily, eyeing a toothsome fellow whose hand was poised to swing his mace. A collective shiver ran through them and they stepped back again. Turning, he looked to Gaitis, whose lips had also curled into a small grin. “Barely worth killing.” Nemis added in his most insidious voice. “What you did was overkill. He was mine.”

        “Remind me never to piss you off, I’d really not want to be on the receiving end of your magick.” Gaitis jested. He stared meaningfully at the still shocked bandits. “I figure you men don’t wish to die,” He kicked Kursof’s dead corpse with a vengeance. “At least not yet, right?” Some nodded hypnotically, others did nothing.

       Nemis understood perfectly what Gaitis was really saying. “He’s telling you to leave or suffer the same fate your boss did. Be my guest and say, its been awhile and I’m aching for a fight.” He smiled, his grin large and inviting.

       They ran like little girls, screaming and tearing through the underbrush, as if they couldn’t get far enough away. It shocked Gaitis, who as it seemed, was unused to seeing grown men acting like children. Nemis saw it often. Men would run away, leaving wives and children behind so that they could save themselves. They were the first people that he usually went after. If there hadn’t been someone there to witness it, Nemis would have ripped them apart and left nothing but shreds of their former selves for the animals.

　

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              Shion sat against a tree, trying her hardest not to fall asleep. Shining warmly down onto her, the sun shimmered in the sky, so brightly and so annoyingly. Neither Nemis or her had been able to fall asleep immediately the night before. She was busy worrying about time, he was reading, his back facing away from her as he used the fire to see. She almost regretted giving the large tome. He barely said a word to her since he’d gotten it. When she asked him questions she got generic, non committal answers and it frazzled her.

           She almost ripped it away from him and threw it in the fire, she did not enjoy being ignored. Especially when she’d gone out of her way to allow him to journey with her. Having a companion was so unlike her and she was starting to remember why she didn’t like it.

     A nervous twinge made her stomach roll and roil. She had no idea why, but she was overwhelmed, and wanted to go back to Nemis. To talk to him, to forget about the Demon King and just live.

      But if I do that…She wanted to cry out and break everything around her. Luckily not many were passing through, in fact she’d been alone for over two hours. In that respect it was nice but it was also boring. She wanted more information and she wasn’t getting any.

        Closing her eyes, Shion fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

        She awoke to the rude poking of someone’s finger, her eyes opened straight away and she rumbled. There was murderous intent inside her and she hoped that whoever awakened her would die a terrible death.

       “Wha’?! Wha’ yah want?” She said, her words slurring. She glared at the intruder, her eyes blinking away the sleep. It was Vestiaa and she was smiling. Taking back her earlier thought, Shion sat up straighter. “Sorry.” She rubbed her head and smiled peevishly at her friend.