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[b][color=darkorchid]Dark Lord's Castle[/color][/b]

Zenith had been standing as he had since before the rain began to fall, trying to locate anyone of importance near their boarders and found little with the humans sleeping through the night. He turned his gaze from Jaquen, finding no amusement in the mortals torment as he may have to be the one to go find them after their flesh ceases to function from his constant torment. The necromancer was a bit of an idiot at times, but he was the most powerful necromancer they had been able to find when they had been in need of a man to create their armies; Zenith had gladly slaughtered whole villages of humans to begin the creation of the legions that would win his master the throne he so deserved after thousands of years of mistreatment of the demons kind. As he turned to move from his spot he hear the fear of a deer, far into the spine and looked off toward it, focusing in so he could see the young man crouching behind his fine ebony bow with the deer held in his sights. He was a fine hunter, a half demon from the appearance of him and he made note to keep watch on this one; he would be useful if convinced to join them.

The death demon turned from his spire, shifting his weight until he tilted over and tell from the point of the castle, his wings held close to his body while the ground ruched up to meet him. About half way down he spread his wings and slowed his descent though when he came to a stop standing on the balcony outside his room, just two rooms down from his masters study and not too far from Alastor's bedroom, situated in the perfect spot be be able to rush to the mans side if he was in need of him. He opened the room and walked into the room, the bed made and rarely used as he had not real need for sleep when he went into his trances and meditations to watch the world and rest his body; the rain and wind rushed in with him, soaking a good amount of the floor before he closed to room and started pulling off his clothes to throw them in the corner by the balcony door again. He didn't hear the distress until he was drying off his hair with a soft black towel left in his bedroom by one of the many lower demon maids that seemed to have taken a liking to him, and flung the door open to rush into the hallway to see Alastor helping a small and obviously terrified Lucifer off the stone flooring. 

[i][color=darkorchid]Is everything well Master?[/color][/i]

The tengu stood, dripping water on the stone floor where he stood, barefoot and bare chested with a towel over his shoulder. His wings were curled against his back, but the feathers were visible from where the the tips crossed behind him and settled, one feather falling to the ground. He did not show how alarmed he had been, though his gaze traveled over the child halfway off the floor and rose again to look his master in the eyes. He was the First of the Seven sworn to his service and yet he would still look the man in the eyes without challenging him like others would. His hair was plastered to his neck and face, water dripping from it down his chest and the towel over his shoulder covered the name branded into one side of his chest. The man was well aware that the boy that which held his masters hand and spoke to him was al to human for them to tolerate, though the demon that resided inside him, Empusa, could have made a suitable ally for a time if she had not allowed such a foolish child to remain in control of his own body. He didn't trust Lucifer, and he doubted he ever would. 

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[b][color=orangered]RedKeep[/color][/b]

The man stood not far from the indoor arena that the Prince was training with one of the men, with his longsword at his hip where he could easily reach it if he needed to. He crossed his arms on his chest, watching the two silently from where he stood in his gold and white Kingsguard armor, protected and silently observing for a time while the two were completely oblivious to his presence watching them. The half demon had known the boy his entire life, his parents before him and his grandparents when they were still young enough to wield their own weapons. Dark eyes followed their movements from where he stood, right up until the boy admit that he was planning to leave the keep.

[color=orangered]"I'm sorry to inform you Prince, that no one will be returning to the front lines tomorrow."[/color] The male stepped forward, his dark eyes reflecting a green light for a moment before he appeared entirely human again while walking toward him. He didn't appear the half demon that everyone knew he was, but he did appear all the leader that he was meant to and any who cared to listen or look at him would soon realize why the people of the Capitol had not captured and killed him already for being a half demon. Sir Jaime had recently returned from the latest battle, not too far from their lower border, having pulled it to a draw instead of a total loss for them by taking on the legions single handedly while his troops were able to regroup and defend their positions again. They would need more men, or better training, but what they didn't need was a boy pretending to be a man to come and interfere with the chain of command. As he walked into the light of the torches throughout the room a boom of thunder outside followed a bolt of lightning that illuminated the spires outside before he had come to a full halt not too far from them. 

He wore no helmet, and his armor was not large and bulky like other past knights and those today, though he wore no gauntlets either with his hardened leather gloves and calloused palms that were scarred from years of catching blades in his hands. Blood spattered the steel and iron suit, a wound fading on his face while black hair fell over his eyes. He flicked it back and continued looking at them. [color=orangered]"Not unless you really want to die Prince. In which case I'll happily show you what my men are fighting out on the fields away from here, what many boy-kings and foolish heroes have die to before."[/color] He was blunt, though the smirk that graced his lips told of how little he really cared about the boy, even after being there when he was birthed and guarding his mother while she was pregnant with the princess. He was just a boy, one who would not learn or lead if he was dead and Valrian had no time to produce another son if he died.