The Demon King And The Hero (Part One)

Chapter Four: Nemis' Boredom

Chapter Four: Nemis' Boredom

The walk from his quarters to the great hall was a boring and tedious walk, foreshadowing the night ahead of him. Like a labyrinth, it was an easy for one to get lost as they tried to navigate through the many rooms and hallways. 

Nemis had often gotten lost as a child, but once he became more familiar with it and had roamed its expanse with deep concentration, he could recall all the right passages and hidden rooms like no other demon could.

And while it was his palace, once he'd returned from the human realm he found that he did not feel as though it was truly his home, nor did he feel comfortable residing there.

Still, it was his and he would not give it up to anyone. It was the Bezzaharu familial home, the history of his house was deeply ingrained into every wall, and he held great respect for all that had come before him.

The previous king, his father, could still be felt in the decor and design of the furniture and decorations. His portrait still in the halls alongside those who'd reigned in the distant past.

And though he had never known his own parents he'd become accustomed to seeing their faces on the walls.

 It hadn't always been that way. 

It wasnt long after he'd been returned to Hell from the middle realm that certain people had begone to question his parentage. Of course, it was clear from first sight that he was without a doubt the queen' child, he resembled her far too much not to be. Still, they argued that he was perhaps not a Bezzaharu, but rather the son of whoever had kidnapped his mother and caused the death of his father.

It was a sly ploy by the head of Naimer to keep him from being crowned king, but was ultimately thwarted when both Duke Azriel, the head of Endramada and the Marchioness of Kirith attested that without a doubt he was the king's offspring. With their backing and protection he ascended the throne as the true heir.

He smiled wryly, remembering the days of his early years. Remembering his dear deceased confidante. 

Nemis paused mid step and waited for Mao to follow suit. They had arrived at the doors leading to the great hall.  He stood solemnly as the doors opened. 

The chatter ceased and all that were inside stayed silent, awaiting his entrance. The others had arrived already, he was the last.

He stood in the doorway for a moment longer, registering all the faces staring at him.

And then he entered.

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The shock still had not worn off even after a few minutes.

Shion... In love with Nemis?

And without having to think about it she knew it was the truth. She'd fallen for him. She didn't know why and she didn't know how, but she loved him.

It made more sense than she wanted to admit. 

She loved him so much that without him by her side she felt incomplete.

The constant pain in her her heart, the anger and sadness, the grating feeling she'd gotten when he'd become cold to her. There was a reason for it.

And then she puked.

Love was such a foreign concept to her. How could she love someone when she barely knew what it was. How could she love him when she...

Shion puked again.