Warsong | Celeste Academy Series Book #4

Chapter Eleven ⚜ Sticky Situation

To Valeriana's fright, she heard it right next to her ear. In a few moments' notice, a man appeared right next to her from the invisible force, his hands covered in gloves. He was holding her by the throat, pressing it to the point that the passageways of air in her throat was cut off.

"I'm wearing gloves. Can't burn me now, can you? I came prepared!"

She looked to the side and saw a familiar demon before her, with a sheathed machete by his waist.

"You sunuvabeetch, I told you I'll get payback, didn't I?" he told her. "Too bad, huh? Trying to help the king—or former king, how can I let you do that? Honestly, we didn't expect you to be this troublesome, daughter of Garvyn."

Valeriana's eyes widened.

The demon weaved to the side, dragging Valeriana with him as he avoided the slash of a sword. One arrow came flying at him, which he casually caught. A gunfire echoed and a bullet wheezed past his head. He looked around, chuckling as he stared at the numerous knights and warriors who have all drawn their weapon.

A strange force that surged from his body made him float mid-air with Valeriana in his arms. Her celeste opaque dress fluttered, the train hanging past her feet.

"Let go of her," Corvan said. "I warn you, I will shoot you down."

"Oh, milord!" he exclaimed, looking at Corvan below his feet. "You're so scary you're making me shiver. I would fancy you continue in your attempts however, we really don't have much time. Do you know what this is?"

He winked and held up a small vial of a purple concoction—god knows what it was.

"I suggest you don't make a move. Even if I die here and you get your former king back, there's no guarantee how many lives will be lost. We might've prepared to unleash chaos upon a certain city, though I don't know which. Not to mention if I crush this, nobody's certain how His Poor Majesty will survive."

They all froze.

Consequently, explosions racked the walls, shaking the ceilings and the chandelier that even rubbles fell from above in a series of thumps.

"Those must be my friends!" the demon yelled. "We have just literally crashed the party!"

Another explosion, this time, distant coming from the right.

Charles gritted his teeth and everyone else frowned. This was déjà vu at its finest.

"They're employing the same tactic they did with the academy. That means there's another summoner, we must get the one responsible for this connection and trap him in place—just before he manages to get these demons to escape again!" Kylon exclaimed.

"But how?" Keelan replied.                                                      

Bertram stepped forward and left his ill father's side, his fury evident. "State what you came here for."

"It's really simple, Your Majesty," he said. "I need you to come with me."

"Absolutely not!" exclaimed voices.

The demon rolled his eyes.

"Blah blah blah, stop yapping when I'm not talking to you people!" the demon exclaimed. "Talk about rude." He huffed. "If you're not too keen on my invitation, I can always bring this girl with me instead. She is a valuable asset to have under control, after all." He looked at Valeriana and loosened his grip on her throat a bit, causing her to breathe in deeply. "Sorry, you know, dressed like that you're actually kind of pretty. If you were a demoness, I think we'd have so much fun."