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Really? You're the Demon King?

"Ah...I guess I did. Well, now you know the rest of it." He messed with the straps for a moment longer before muttering a few words and snapping his fingers. With the command used, the armor undid itself the rest of the way and fell around him to be pushed onto the floor. It was so much easier to deal with changing that way. If only my other clothes were that easy to switch. Reaching under the pillow on the bed, he grabbed an undershirt with an open back and some comfortable trousers that he had left there in case of similar situations requiring returning to the room in the middle of the day to rest. It seemed to happen maybe a little too often lately...

He shrugged at Wrenna's assessment, not so sure how to answer it. "Um...I guess not being dead helps somehow? I'm really too tired to do much else, honestly. This kind of thing tends to happen a lot, especially when I'm stressed...and that room is pretty awful. It almost feels like the cold there saps my energy sometimes..."

Finally changed into the spare clothing, he turned around to see that the girl was no longer within sight. "Wrenna? Did you leave already?" Looking over at the door at the side of the room, his eyes widened as he realized what had probably just happened. "Wr-Wrenna! Not that door! It's not supposed to be--!" Moving to jump off the bed in a slight panic, he only really succeeded in falling right on the floor with a dull 'thump'. Groaning, he only hoped that he had remembered to close the box containing the portraits. He had made them based on some of the visions of her he had seen while scrying, but that wasn't exactly something she needed to see.

Really? You're the Demon King?

Sorry for the wait! It's kind of odd how nonchalant he is about most of this, isn't it?

Fairy Tale Quest

@Dcatanzaro682
Sure, no problem. I'll post her full story here shortly. Basically, I just really messed with the story of the Princess and the Pea and she came into being.

Really? You're the Demon King?

Soreth breathed a small sigh of relief as he lay back on the large bed, just enjoying not standing for a moment before he answered. "I see...that's pretty impressive. I guess we'll have to figure out an alternate plan until I can fight again, though."

"Anyway, while we're doing introductions...my name is Soreth Sephiran Dizoralth, King of Demons and Ruler of the Realm of Darkness, formerly Heir to the Darkness and Son of the Great King Dizoralth... Ah...I've been raised from birth to eventually lead the demons in the absence of my father...which is where I am now, and to someday do battle with the hero of legend." He paused and looked up to the ceiling for a second in thought. "Yep, that's about it. I've lived here for pretty much my entire life, except for a few brief periods of recovery and field training, if you can believe that."

Shifting around again, he soon sat up and removed his gauntlets before he began pulling at the armor still strapped to his body. "This really isn't the most comfortable thing to lie down in... Could you do me a favor and look that way for a minute? There...isn't a lot underneath this...so..." His face grew slightly pink as he pointed away toward the other side of the room where a small door stood ajar.

Really? You're the Demon King?

Soreth pulled the cloak a bit tighter around himself, feeling a little bad for disappointing the hero so much. He shifted a little in his position before he found himself reasonably comfortable with it, or at least as much as was probably possible considering the entire situation. "Thank you. Straight out the door from here and take the first left all the way down. It's another left to get to the living quarters and just a few turns from there."

Trying again to steady his legs a bit more, he gave a small, weak smile. "I'll probably be fine with a little rest."

Really? You're the Demon King?

I'm definitely having way too much fun with this. X3

Really? You're the Demon King?

I was actually wondering what I would do if she did try to just kill him. If the ridiculous situation didn't get enough of a reaction to stop the attack, he would probably be pretty dead right now. X3

Hmm...later on, I might have to explore that thought a bit more...

Really? You're the Demon King?

Struggling to catch his breath, the weak boy tried his best get back on his feet. "Right...*hah*...sorry...give me just...a moment..." Though he slowly began to rise with Wrenna's unexpected help, he found his legs buckling beneath him before he could even fully stand. "Ah...it's bad this time...I probably overdid it with the fight, too..." He shivered again, seeming to somehow pale even further. His whole body ached and his head was swimming...he was certain that there was no way for him to continue fighting at this point.

Sighing heavily, he eventually looked up from the ground to face the girl once more. "I'm sorry, I really hate to ask this... I know you were looking forward to killing me and all...but could you help me back to my room? I think the cold in here is making it worse."

Really? You're the Demon King?

No worries. I'm not the best with fight scenes, either, so there's a lot of experimenting going on at my end.

Really? You're the Demon King?

"Reflect!" Deflecting the worst of the electricity again, Soreth still found himself pushed back to the ground by the force of it. She seemed to have become a lot more serious in a short time, and it was only a matter of time before the extra effort pushed him into a corner at this rate. That last attack very well could have killed him, he realized.

Swallowing back the anxiety threatening to throw him off, he held out both hands with the claws curling toward the floor to his sides and looked up at Wrenna for a moment. "I'm sorry." Raising his hands, he began chanting, the floor beneath his feet starting to glow as symbols began to appear in a circle around him. If he wanted to end it quickly before he ended up skewered on that sword, this was the best way he could think of. Not the most painless, but at least he could probably survive it. Raising his voice as he chanted, he could feel the vibrations radiating from beneath his feet...

In the middle of the chanting, however, he gasped and stopped suddenly, dropping to his knees. The light faded and the vibrations stopped, leaving the boy to wrap one arm around himself and prop himself up on the other, breath heavy and quickly becoming ragged.