Wanderess

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE

Unrelenting, the Princess stood before him, her massive wings spread out behind her, blocking the path to her prey- Adrian. He could feel the sheer power of her presence. Inviting him in, luring him into her web. The wind drifted downhill, towards him, sending her scent – vanilla, so plain- drifting into his range. He breathed her in, a wicked smile taking over his smirk, letting her see the full intent of the destruction in his eyes. He wanted her to fear him, he wanted her to cower and quake in his presence. He had never wanted anything more in his short life.

The Royals would pay for what they did, starting with the golden-haired Princess before him. Rage overtook his body as he launched his attack. The element of surprise on his side, her not expecting a direct attack.

He swung his sword, aiming for her left side- only to watch it slice through open air as she nimble shifted to the side, avoiding his deadly blade.

Momentarily stunned at her swiftness, the Princess took full advantage of his incapacity, lunging with her double daggers. He lifted his sword just in time to par the blow. Steel clashing on steel. Sparks rang out as the sound created music to his ears.

This would be fun. He would let her have her fun, exhaust herself with hand to hand combat, then he would pull all strings and wipe this bitch from the face of the earth.

And Solas would be left without its Heir, ripe for the taking.

He pushed against her daggers, sending her tumbling back a step, using this opportunity, Adrian landed a winding blow to her stomach, kicking her down.

Only she didn't fall, she stumbled some more sure, but the Princess of Light was tougher than she looked. And she had a rage in her eyes that matched his own.

Releasing a cry that can only be described as pure anger, her great wings pulled back, then slammed forward, creating a gust of wind that knocked the sword from the Prince of Darkness's hand and send him tumbling back, falling to the ground.

Swift as the wind that knocked him down, he stood, aiming for his blade, but she was quicker. Sending a kick to his stomach, she sheathed her daggers and expanded her wings to make for no escape.

"You will pay for what you have done today. And what you have undoubtedly down in the past."

Her voice was honey, her words were anything but. The Prince stood, that smirk still plastered onto his handsome face. "Oh, but Princess, we were just getting started." His velvet smooth voice suited him well, if only he weren't so despicable a being. The gleam in his obsidian eyes was only recognisable as death incarnate. He would lay waste to her kingdom if not for her, standing in his way. As she would continue to do until her last breath.

What happened next would puzzle Fayre for perhaps the rest of her life, and shock her enough to fall backwards, losing her balance and effectively- the battle.

Large, inky wings sprouted from this man's back. Dark as night, and deadly as his sword. The size rivalled even hers and she was stunned to say the least. It wasn't possible. It shouldn't be possible.

Only those of Royal blood or high rank can receive wings and access to them. Demons shouldn't be able to even bestow that honour.

They were cursed to forever remain wanting what Angels have.

Yet here was this man. In all his glory, proudly displaying his midnight black wings.

Black wings. Another unheard-of tale. Wings were always white. Always.

Then again, Demons shouldn't have wings at all, but here the proof was.

Everything Fayre had known her whole life has turned out to be a lie. Her doubts about Cael's Halo resurfacing. If this was possible, was the Halo even real? Or was it another bedtime story to tell the children of Solas to get them to sleep at night?