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EPISODE 51: Wedding Crashers

Ryoka felt like her every feather and bridal fiber was smeared in an icky slime worse than tar, and that tar was Prince Daimon's true impulsions crawling beneath her skin. The violation was real. This wedding was real. It was her, him, the floral guards, the bedeviled temple clerics looking like a flock of yellow canary-folk, and soon to descend in chains like some sacrificial puppet sinking upon an altar came the white-crowned eagle king himself. King Ryos XIII. The only king left for Daimon to go full Akron on as the demon was one crooked talon away from snuffing the bird king's soul for his own depraved bidding.

The princess could do nothing as she stood before that altar. Her father, a king of kings, deceived in ruin like some forced fowl ready to be deep-fried and served up like a full course feast... Ryoka's refined heart of steel, that fortitude braving Daimon's veil and called his lame villainous ass out for the scourge that he was, melted away and there slapped the threatening throbs of fear.

But fear never bestowed itself. Nope. The princess vetoed Daimon from claiming that prize. She rejected Akron's chance to taste that spicy horror and instead gave him, as he stood there giving her the 'I'm going to bust your hen house wide opened and ruin your bloodline with my demon seed eye', her own kind of eye.

The 'You're not going to get away with this as my friends are coming and your ass will be boned-out and sauced over eye'.

She glared at him. Basically.

A priest should be here, to finalize their vows, but there was no priest. Only Daimon. Attending were the temple's inhabitants, caught in the demon's glamor and deceit and her helpless father shackled in what looked to be iron. It took her keen eyes of sapphire vigilance to actualize the negating truth behind those burly chains. For cruising through those congested links buzzed a bane that was the woe to their worth. And it gave Daimon the instruments to succeed in his ominous objective.

And oddly so, too—for by some off-the-wall stunner occurrence, two ninjas emerged from the temple's deep chambers with the Jewel of Kings confined by some bizarre contraption containing its power.

Whatever that not so awesome appliance of bad news was, its engineering was designed to imprison the jewel without turning them evil beaks into crispy meat tenders. And that assaulted the hopes of King Ryos and Ryoka.

The ninjas sat the imprisoned jewel before Daimon and the black demon bird prince of insidious ninja-ness cackled in the throat. "FALLEN KINGS! Did you think the bargains you have made could be sloughed?! The power that you have kept from the claw of the Black Star?"

The containment could not be fully held. The twisted prince started to bust out into his true form in the heat of his excitement. A little crack in his glinting gold armor exposed a few eager spines, and when the sooty bird began to fiend-out he caught himself appropriately. The little spines receded behind the mending of his armor and he professed a proper posture for the royal slaves in his view.

He cleared his throat. "Almost clucked myself out of fashion there. Can't go about floundering in my cover too early."

"You putrid worm!" Ryos bellowed. The eagle-ish king in chains still had some fight left in him. Just like his daughter, who glared icy bolts at their fetid foe at first but now...a beaking divergence gnawed in her chest. "The bygone shames behind the founding feathers of the Avius kings before me is NOT to be imputed against us. Those errors have been long since abolished!"

The prince squawked. "LIES!" He sashayed around the caged jewel, treating it like some extravagant presentation before a mob of mock-awe and boiling silence. Its power smoked a light that seemed to ignite the darkness of Daimon's weight hovering over it. "The Avius-kind have been stingy of what is owed. I cannot let that be suppressed any longer. Wars were won with this power. Power stemming from the abyss. Did you think that we'd just turn the other beak and forget? Foolish fowl!" He whipped around and pointed his winged-talons at the king, another profound pose with no applause. "I'll peck out your spirit and increase the jewel's strength, devour its spark and claim the land as foretold!"