Little Devils

We've Got A Problem

And it wears the title princess of the demon clan.

It's not like Gwen didn't try to behave like a real princess. It's more like she enjoyed stepping out of line sometimes, and with stepping out of line I mean messing with every single member of the demon court in alphabetical order. Backwards.

Much to Zeldris' displeasure.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LIL' SHIT!" he shouted while slamming the door shut behind him and sprinting through the hallways of the castle. Although she was already around five corners, Zeldris could hear his little sisters giggling all the way back to him.

He followed the sound, ignoring the few confused looking servants he passed. "GWEN I SWEAR TO ALL SEVEN HELLS-"

"Yes brother?" a sweet voice suddenly sounded behind him. Abruptly Zeldris stopped and turned around, almost crashing into an armor standing at the side. Gwen casually leaned at the wall and smiled at him, as if she hadn't just dyed his hair in a neon pink while he had been sleeping.

Zeldris glared at her. "You're so fucking dead Gwendolyn..."

"Wait, lemme think... Nope." With a wide grin she sprinted away into the opposite direction, leaving him even more pissed.

"ARRGH" Zeldris punched the armor and it broke. He had enough of her stupid little pranks. This time she wouldn't get away so smoothly...

"Did the armor do anything to you?" Surprised the young prince spun around, just to look at Lady Melisandre. The tall sorceress carried several vials with a blue glowing liquid inside, on top of a few ancient looking books.

"...Not directly." Zeldris sighed. Melisandre chuckled amused.

"She is quite lively today, isn't she?"

"Unfortunately..." He regarded Gwens master. Melisandre was quite old already, and yet still had the looks of a young woman. He had a theory, that she was actually immortal and kept herself alive with some kind of black magic but- he still needed a decent confirmation for that.

"You might want to fix your hair, little prince. Even though it does not look bad... Gwen has a great taste." Melisandre smirked at him. He didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or feel insulted.

"Let me help you really quick." One wave with her free hand was enough and a pink liquid was squished out of his hair, leaving it pitch black again. Melisandre led the potion into an empty vial and closed it.

"Impressive..." she mumbled, regarding the pink potion with a smirk. "It's flawlessly brewed... That kid is a genius..."

"Awesome." Zeldris pressed out between his teeth. He sighed and fiddled with his hair to make sure everything was fine again. "...Thank you Melisandre."

"Always again..."

"But if you may excuse me now... I gotta kick my sisters ass." She let out a light chuckle.

"Take care it doesn't end up the other way around."

"Tch..." He turned around again and walked into the direction Gwen had disappeared to. "Don't worry... That won't happen...."