Note: Again, sorry for not posting a lot. I'm really busy and it's hard to fit in the time to update two stories at once! It's also hard to focus on one plot then move to a different one altogether...I'm trying, I really am, so...I will, of course, try to continue to update regularly, on both books! Though I may have to update a few chapters on one story then move to the other story and update a few chapters on there. So I'm gonna update (hopefully) two chapters today and maybe one tommorow? Writers block coupled with two books isn't the best, but I'm coping! :D Anywho, onto the story!
EXTRA NOTE: I'm adding random demigods into the story, so if you see a name you don't recognize, it's just some random name of a random demigod I made up :D
Mexxy's POV
The ballroom was packed. A proud smile rose onto my face-I loved parties. The thumping rhythm of the music, the dancing bodies sweeping across the dance floor, the happy faces...it was something I enjoyed watching. Especially when the purpose of this was for Voxeltopia to see the ex king as his usual insane self.
There had been rumours, when he had gone out with Tia, that he was sane enough to come back. But now I would disprove these. Glancing to my left, my new assistant, Anastatia, was leaning slightly against the wall, her long curly hair limp on her shoulders. I liked her. She was quiet but she was bloodthirsty. Silent but deadly.
"Anastatia" I murmur, tilting my head when she turns at my voice. Her mysterious dark green eyes, the colour of a jungle tree, met mine. She was rather exotic herself, her toned tanned skin glinting in the dim flashing lights reflected off the crystal ball hanging from the ceiling. Even her hair, the colour of light brown umber, seemed to twist and hang like the vines in a jungle. She was a sorceress, a powerful one, and a demigod too.
"Yes, my lord?" she replies, her accent lilted with the voice of someone from a distant country.
"You look uncomfortable" I note, my eyes wandering to the spruce bracelet she wore on her right wrist, patterns twisting in the grain of it. It was a simplistic but beautiful piece of jewellery. "I'm fine" she replies, her eyes turning to absorb the vision of people dancing. I reach out, stroking the back of her hand lightly, and she didn't react. My long pale fingers looked strange next to her creamy caramel skin, and my hand trailed up her arm to the crook of her elbow, and I tugged her lightly.
She stumbled, leaning further onto my arm for support and I resisted the urge to flash her a smirk. 600 years of being alive had done nothing to my charm. I could charm the sting from a bee if I wanted to. "It's time, my dear" I whisper. She nods, eyes flickering down to the floor. "Be careful with him-he's dangerous, even in this state. Get someone to help you, like Featherblade" I suggest. She nods again, pulling from my grasp and she walks with the natural grace of a model to the wall where her staff was. Her fingers grasped near the top, fingering the dents in the acacia wood, before she lifts it up and cradles the bottom in her other hand and disappears through a door.
I wait for a moment, eyeing the crowds. No one seemed to have noticed Anastatia leave, so I clear my throat loudly. I rise from my thone, and immediately the room falls silent, dancing partners stopping their twirling. Oh, how I loved being king.
"Ladies and gentlemen" I begin, my voice low and quiet, yet it seemed to echo off the quartz walls. "The ex king, the mighty Ridgedog-" I sneer at the word mighty "-is here tonight." Murmurs arise from the hall and I wait for them to finish. "Many of you heard that he was sane now. He was, a while ago. But, I'm afraid, a sane Ridgedog is more dangerous than an insane one. We've been...holding him here for a while, so that tonight, you may finally see what has become of your ex king..." My voice trails off, as I can hear footsteps pattering lightly down the corridor to my left, as well as the scraping as a body was dragged along the floor. He was not dead, but he was almost surely being dragged against his will.
Like a dog going for a walk in the rain.
The door swings open. Anastatia walks in first, eyes mysteriously glowing with enchanting magic and mystery, no doubt controlling the insane demigod. Featherblade is holding him tightly, as the demigod thrashes around. The room is deathly silent, taking in the sight of him.
He looked horrible, of course. All blood, bruises and mangled flesh. His wild eyes darted around the room, seemingly looking nowhere and everywhere at once. I had to admit I was disturbed by this. And it took a lot to disturb me.
I walked slowly over to him, watching his wild eyes train on me. He snarled like a wolf, and hissed something unintelligible. "So, Ridgedog, how are you these days?" I ask innocently. I waited for shouting and screaming and insane wailing.
Instead, I got something entirely different.
He went quiet for a moment, eyes looking around at the watching crowd. Before all at once, the insanity disappeared from his eyes. He cleared his throat. I watched him doubtfully.
"Hello" he says, his voice clear except for a bit of shaking. "And I've been better. I've been having a good life, you know, with a family now. Someone I love. More than my own life. Better than being king. At first, I was convinced that I had to become king. Now I'm convinced that I don't want anything to do with it. Torture me if you will, and torture my family, but nothing will become of it. I'm no longer a threat to your precious throne, so there would be no point" he says calmly.
My hands were trembling. What...how...how did he manage to stop being insane in five seconds? It took weeks, months, years to get over something like this! He'd just humiliated me in front of my subjects...
My anger was boiling, but he hadn't finished yet.
"I feel sorry for you all, I really do. I might be the one who is trapped, and I may not be free, but at least I am not ruled by this weirdo-" he gestures to me with his head, "-and I never will be. Do you know where his general is? Helping my girlfriend and the mother of my children find me. He stripped his own general of his powers! For helping someone! His own daughter!" He was yelling now, and still no one spoke.
"Do you know why? Because he's scared of us. Scared because the mortals can kill us all. And you can bet your life that if they do go to war with you, I'll be on the front line. I'm not interested in the throne. I'm interested in keeping my family away from you, you sick twisted little idiot!" he snaps. Before he suddenly kicks out hard, breaking Anastatia's paralysis spell, and knocked her off her feet. He writhed and twisted away from Feather's grasp, stumbling forward.
He runs towards me, his hands still cuffed together, and I can only stand there in fear. Something I had not felt for a long time. He stops when he's in front of me, the taller man looking down at me. Looking down at me. "I hope you rot in hell" he whispers, eyes gleaming with hatred.
I've never felt so scared in my life.
Featherblade regains his grip on Ridgedog who doesn't fight it. He just continues to glare. He'd led away by Feather who looks troubled. The exact mirror image of what all of the room looked like.
"On with the ball" I mutter, the music blasting loudly into the room. Couples awkwardly begin to dance, but no one talks. Anastatia gets to her feet, a rose coloured blush forming in her cheeks. "Sorry" she mutters. "It's fine. You still have a lot to learn" I sigh.
Ridgedog's POV
Everything seems weird.
É̴͞v͞͠͝er̴̢yt̸h҉͘͡i͝n̸͟͡g ̶̀s͠ee͡ms̸̷͘ ̷w̨̧͏e͝i̡͘r͢d̨̛.͢
Í̡ ̢̕can̷͏'͢͡t ̸̛s͞ee̢ḿ̡ ̕t́͘o̶̸ ̡͢m̵̶͠a̵͘ke͜͢ ̴͏s͏̀e̢͠n̷͜s̶ę̀ ̀o̷f ҉͏̷an̕͠y͟͟͟t̴͏h̡į̛͟n̴̡͢g̶.̶ ́͘͠It̵͟'̶s͜ ̴́al̷l҉ b̨͜l̢̕u҉r͟ry̨.̕
͟L͘ik̡e̸͘͘ ̕҉͏o̴̡n͞͝ ҉͞a͘͡ t͞͏̕e͝l̵e̶̕v͜is͟io͘͟n͟ ̢́͟s̀͠c҉́r̕͏ȩ̷e҉ņ͏,̸ ̶͠t̶҉h̢e͟ ̢͟͝f͞u̢zz ̶an̡͝͏d͡ s̸̨t͢͞at́͟͝į̵̕c.̴͜
̕͝
̸́I b̴̡͟r̡į͞e҉fl̶͢y̧̢ ͏҉̶r̶em̕e͡mb̵ę̸ŗ ̶̴ţḩe͏̷ ́͘i̕͞n͜͠śa̢n̛͟i͝t̶̸͝ý ̴c̴̢l̨͘e͟a̡̡r͡͏i̢n̨̢g ̡ś̛͘o̡ ̢͏Ì ̴̵c̛͟o̴̡͘ưld̸ ̶̨͢s̢̡aý m̀ỳ ̶̨̛spè̸e͘͡c̵h͏̛̕.͞
̵͡
It̸'s ̢͢t͢a͢͠k̛i̡͢ng m̷̛e̡ ͡d̶ǫwn͢ ̧͢à͝g͜a͜͠i͢͠n͠͞͠.̛
͝F͡o̵̡͠r̶̕ g͟òd̀͘͟s̸̕ ̷̶s̡a̡k͜e͏̀,͏́ le͏̷͠t̷ ͢m̨͏̕e͢..͟҉.̕͞
͏Ti̢a͜͝..͘.̷͏̧n҉e͏ęd̢̨ ͘y̡͡o̧̧҉u..̴.͡
̨͠S̸̨HE͏͢'͜s̀ Ǹ̢̧Ó̧͝T H͏E͡͞r̢̛e͜͡
̵҉E̷͠v̡͘e̴̴҉r̡Y͏onè̡ ̸̸͠À͜b̧͞A͡nD̴̛o̕ne̕͠ḑ ̧̡̕M͝Ę̵
N̷ó͘ ̛͝on҉e̕͞ ́͜w̴͢͜a̕͢n͘͞͡t͡s̴͝ ͏t̡h͏e͡͡ ̧s̴̀́ad͘ ̨͟lit́͟͝t͏͝l̀͡é ̧̢D͠È̷̸m̨̛įG̶ò͟͠d
͢҉A͟l͟l̡ o̢͏n͏̷ ̵́͡H̷́͘I̧͝͝s̡̕͝ ͏ǫ̸̛w̨ņ...́͜͜
̧̨F̨͝o̶͘rE̷̕͠v͘͝E͞r̶̕
̢Ne̕ed ̀̕M̨͏y ͝B̢̕e͟L̸O̸͡v͝҉ę͞d̴ H̡͠e̷̷r̷͏̵E̢
̷̨͠Ti͟͞A̡.͡.̴͞.͞
I need you.
Robin's POV
"I miss him, Deamon" I whisper.
We'd been walking for a while. Camping was something I'd always wanted to do, but not like this. The opal moon shone down on me, and I didn't like it. Dad was still out there, no doubt being tortured for nothing, and we were here sleeping and basking in the moon shine.
"I miss him too" he whispers back. Everyone else was asleep. I couldn't, though. Not whilst Dad was out there, being hurt...
"Robin, you know we'll all pull through. We always do" he whispers. I nod, but I'm still doubtful. I try and sit up, but Deamon's arms tighten around me, pulling me down. I slept next to him most nights. Mum would of usually made some cutting comment, but she had hardly noticed it. She was too caught up in the fact that dad was gone. The one time she had seen it, she's smiled softly before mouthing, "Be sensible".
His lips brush my forehead, bringing me out of my thoughts. A sudden breeze blows making me shiver and curl up next to his seemingly infinite supply of heat. Before I know what's happening, he's tilting my head up and pressing his lips to mine.
My first reaction is to push him away. But his lips, so soft and tender against mine, so sure and so gentle...
Mine move against his, my hand reaching up to touch the nape of his neck, trailing my fingers down softly. The kiss deepens. I run my fingers through his thick brown hair, tilting my head sideways.
I suddenly realize what I'm doing and pull away. His eyes are still shut and a small smile is rising up onto his cheeks. He looked so adorable like this...
His eyes open, meeting mine in a mirror of sudden realization. "Sorry...again" he grimaces, trying to pull back away from me. I lean forward and kiss him quickly and he stops, smiling again, a small red blush forming in his cheeks. I duck my head, blushing a bit as well. For gods sake, I thought, what would dad say? You, his daughter, are kissing his best friend!
I glance over at where mum slept, but to my horror, she was awake, watching us, leaning on her hand. The look on Deamon's face made a small quiet laugh break out of my lips, and I instantly bite them. Mum rolls her eyes and turns on her side, going to sleep again. I smile up at Deamon who raises his eyebrows and softly brushes some of my hair from my forehead. "Night, strawberry chocolate" he grins, before leaning his head down on the pillow. I follow, leaning my head on his, breathing in his familiar, amazing smell. "Night" I whisper back, before my eyes shut.
Note: I keep ending every chapter with them going to sleep. Really need to stop doing that xD CAPS LOCK FOREVER AND EVER! As usual, all votes and comments are appreciated :D
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