Chapter 35: Chapter 35

The Demon King was in a grand fit of temper as he heard the reports of his father being a part of Alder’s troop. He was simply uncontrollable for several moments until his wife and his son Aiden was there to comfort him of his anger.

Demons were known for their anger and a King at that was royally furious. He could not believe what he heard from the young Emor couple at first. He argued, fought and at the last went himself to the troop’s residing place to see for himself.

It was only when he saw him with his good eyes was when he had given up his sanity that he was hanging to.

“He is not your father now.” The Demon King, Varnor Demon, heard from beside him. His head hung low as the comfort from his wife was slowly settling him.

His Queen was a lady with great skills in judgment. She had been with Varnor when he was in tough position and had guided him through the thin lanes of impossibilities opening the huge doors of possibilities for him.

She has always been a lady with invigorative thoughts and resolutions. Her being only a half of Demon helped him and his kingdom much greatly. Her Nymph side has always been a good guide to him.

“Lord Margok was not the person you had seen, darling. You know of it, don’t you?” She probed tenderly again as she came to notice his horns and fangs were threatening to liberate.

“There comes a time when I might have to massacre him. The Demon on me was barely on leash; it was tearing my sanity to have control and kill Alder painfully for doing that to my father.” Varnor Demon grasped the bottle of ale potion Madonna had provided him to keep his Demon at bay. With a gulp of the potion, he calmed down a little as he turned his head to his Queen with eyes weary and nearly drowsy.

He could not believe Alder had thought of every possible upraising that might arise in prospect and prepared for it in the form of his own army.

How clever of him to have his father in his army not to forget many more potent people from several clans in his army at his whims.

Indeed how clever!

“Hear me again, My King; the man you had seen was not your father. He is not Lord Margok. Lord Margok was deceased and you of all people knew he was indeed deceased. You had seen his corpse getting burned in the lava lair.” The Queen, though it was quiet insensitive of her had reminisced his memories of his father’s death.

She had no other way to soothe her husband regarding the man posing as his father. It had become not just the Emor’s war but theirs as well as Lord Margok was seen in the troop.

“Indeed he was; however, you know the man I saw is still a part of my father.” Varnor Demon retorted tenderly as he sighed heavily.

His Queen was right. She always was. His father was deceased and the man whom he had seen only had a little of his father in him. The man had no soul, no Demon in him nor he had any past kinship with them.

Yet, how come he kill that man who was similar to his father? How could he when his father was a great parent to him when he was alive?

He was feeling helpless for the very first time in his centuries of life. He had lived hundreds of years, he had done several Demonic activities the threatened many clans of power, he had drummed destruction several times and he was quite proud of his demonic existence as well of his dominance.

Still, he was feeling helpless when it has come to his kin.

“That was the purpose why Alder had chosen Aiden to stow his powers. The motive behind was he could control the whole of demon clan if he had the demon prince in his influence and the previous king as well even though he might have only few of his demonic powers.” He spoke as his hand had formed into a strong fist. His skin has begun to turn red as his anger was taking control over him.

“With Lord Margok and our son in his influence, he could successfully take over the demon clan.” The Queen completed as her revelation enraged the King much more, enough to blow up the castle with the uprising lava inside the King. “It was grateful of Lady Orla and the young Witch to sever off the influence over Aiden.” The Queen stated as she noticed her husband on the tread of his patience.

When she had noticed the scarlet of his skin had reduced at the mention of two good Witches who had aided them in their tough times. She knew her husband was much very grateful of both the witches for bringing their son back to them much in better pose.

Varnor Demon took several moments but had lastly composed himself as he turned to her with fire of vengeance burning in his eyes.

“I shall have to end him, darling.” He established; his tone harsher and his face stoic. He was determined to be a true demon and kill his own if he had to protect his own. It was not an alternative anymore.

It was his only option.

The Queen nodded her head in support, “Lord Lucius and the young Witch are forming alliance with variety of clans, aye? My King, you will have to sort out members of the troop and the clans they came from while you approach those clans for alliance by enlightening them of the situations.” The Queen spoke with wisdom.

She wished for her husband to be less of a demon and more of a human to web good tactics against Alder. If his humane was to use the intellect, his demon shall follow by the strength.

“Remember this darling; killing your own is always an effortless feat as they know what the other is capable of.” The Queen yet again proved to be the wise one of them as she showed the path out of the trouble with her wise words and tactics.

Varnor nodded his head in an understanding manner before he kissed his Queen and walked out with anger still present.

His Queen was right like always. It was easy to slay the own rather than someone else.

It took days for the Demon king to mull over the events that had happened and shall be happening. He could not meet Lord Lucius as he was trying to find the strong determination to end of the man who looked like his father.

He knew he could not face the harsh remarks posed by any person unless he was nonchalant of everything; unless he didn’t care. That was what Varnor Demon had prepared the days he isolated himself.

It took him good time to realize the man was just a piece of his late father nut not his father then it did not take much time to leave all the care he had for his father to the late person and seed anger for the replica.

Only when he had got his humane to think much better could he meet Lord Lucius and the other members of their small committee again. He had cleared of everything to the members and vowed to take down Margok’s replica by himself.

He had also given the members a report of few of the prominent deceased members of variety of clans who were part of Alder’s army presently. He provided them with the essential reports he had acquired and had sat down for hours to prepare a plan on tying alliance with those clans.

What was the major concern in their way right that moment was time.

They had not much time before Alder could use his ways to get back his strength. They had to form the alliance on the basis on unbreakable loyalty with hundreds of clans in such constricting time span.

Nonetheless, they were grateful of Witch Orla who had been stalling Alder’s plans to provide us with more time.

Till then they thought killing Alder Emor shall give them the win except they had only then understood that if they had to end the whole chaos, they have to massacre each of his people with leaving no one.

They had finished with the meeting and were about to leave for their supposed destinations when Orla walked in gracefully, only her sentiments were of concern.

The young Emor couple were stunned seeing the older witch in worry and walked to her to learn of the subject that had concerned her. Varnor and Lord Xander stood behind them allowing the young pair to talk.

“How far the alliances had come to?” She asked to no one in particular but Lord Lucius had chose to answer her.

“We got few minor clans. What is the matter, mother?” He inquired noting his mother’s brows creasing in a worrisome frown.

“My owl had notified me of Alder’s plan in hosting a ritual on the coming dark moon day. Obtaining the powers from his army of varies clans provided with Fina’s phoenix blood, he was hosting a ritual to overpower all the clans and be the indestructible.”

Orla’s words had made the assembly only hurry in their procedure before the worse happens.

The matters took steadfast pace all the sudden and it was the matter of time and opportunity now.

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