"What happens to demons when they die?"
That was the question Merlin often asked himself. Merlin was one of the greatest wizards of mankind, and demonkind. God never wanted any humans to possess magical powers, and thus when Merlin died, he was restricted from access to Heaven. Merlin created thousands of spells in his lifetime. I've studied many of his spells most of my life. However, in the later years of his life, he created a spell that intrigued me. He often wonder what would happen to him were he to ever die. He tried to create a spell that would make him immortal. Instead, he created a spell that would allow him to pass his life onto another demon, were that demon to die, allowing that demon to take his immortality. Now, his idea wasn't to give up his life for someone else, but to teach someone so that they would give their life up for him. Sadly, he never found anyone willing to do such a thing, nor did he ever find a spell to give him permanent immortality.
His idea rather intrigued me however. What did happen to demons when they died? Is there another afterlife for the afterlife? Personally, the thought scared me. What would happen to me, were I to ever die? All I knew was, I would never be using that spell of his to save someone. Nonetheless, I still learned it. It was a simple incantation, hardly any magic power needed for it. Almost any demon with at least a bare minimum of magic ability could use it. All that one had to say was, "Alakar femonus nazaad." I give my life unto you, in ancient demon tongue.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by sounds in the other room. I walked inside.
"A little more to the right. Perfect!"
Two men had just put up my portrait for me. As king, it was customary for me to have my own portrait in the castle, which would one day be put in the hallway with all the previous kings.
The two demons left, since their job was complete, and I was left looking at my portrait. So much had happened so quickly. It seemed only yesterday I was banished and later wounded in the woods. That's when Mabli found me. She cared for me. It felt like only yesterday. In reality, it was actually seventeen years ago, on this exact same day.
A door opened.
"Hey King Vincent!" It was Friedriech, now my general and royal body guard.
"Hello Friedriech. Listen, Mabli and I are going to be out for the day, so I'm leaving you in charge."
"Understood."
The two of us exited into the hallway. I stopped at the portrait of my father. At one point, all I wanted to do in my life was please my father. For years I dreamed of capturing Lyle and bringing him to my father, just so my father would accept and love me. Yet my father hated me. He threw me away, left me to die, and then tried to kill me. It wasn't until I met Mabli that I understood love.
"Everything all right, Vincent?" Friedriech asked.
"Yes. Everything is all right now."
Friedriech walked me to the door of the castle. We said goodbye and I left to meet up with Mabli. I knew I had half an hour to get there, which was plenty of time for me. I teleported to an alleyway near a florist. I chose the alley to avoid being spotted by a human. I entered the shop. I asked for a bouquet of roses and gave them a human bill with a 100 on it.
"Sorry sir, but we don't accept bills larger than--"
"Keep the change." I said, taking the roses and leaving the store.
As I left the store something grabbed me and the next thing I knew I was in a junkyard. A fist came flying to my face. I ducked down, causing it to hit the man who grabbed me. I backed away from the two men who happened to be accompanied by three others. They all turned to me.
