King azriel walked to the edge of his balcony, the city- his city, loomed sleepily in the hazy distance, deep in its slumber as the moon shone from above. It was a cool night, the wind was harsh and cutting as it hit his face, pulling at his dark hair that fell past his shoulders till it swirled around his head like a ebony mane.
The king rubbed his prickly beard and yawned, wondering how long he'd have to stay in the chilly balcony before he could return to his business when a sudden movement below him caught his attention.
A broad smile grew on his gaunt face as guardians silently crept out the gates and began to troop towards the west of the Imperial district. The black cladded uniforms made it hard to see where they were going but it didn't matter to Azreil, he knew exactly where they were heading.
With a sigh, he turned away, facing his vast chambers with a competent smirk, the candles that shone from their holders in the corners of the room illuminated the glory, that as the king of Evelon, he had.
A poor man would've been struck into a paralysis at the sight of the wealth and richness the room exhibited but king Azreil mind was far from such trivial matters.
He strode towards large painting that hung from wall beside his majesty-sized bed and with one grunt, pulled it off its hook and placed it in the ground.
Behind the painting was a small door, behind the door was the source of the pitiful, muffled cries.
"Be quiet." He hissed angrily, pressing his cheek against the smooth wood. "Or I'll come in and make you."
The reply he received wasn't one he was expecting, a low guttural laughter came from the other side of the wall.
"Little Azzy, little frightened Azzy, still afraid."
"Silence." He hissed, he blinked rapidly to stop the sudden influx of memories from filling his mind. "Silence."
"You'll never win, you'll never find them." The laughter returned, louder and more psychotic. "It'll stay locked, forever."
"You tried your best to keep them hidden, you failed." King Azreil murmured. "You failed because you are not who I am, I shall do what no man has done before."
"We'll see little boy."
"I am no boy."
"You'd drink you mothers milk if you could, don't lie Azzy." The giggles spluttered out once again and Azreil realised he had enough.
One hand turned the key inside the lock and the other grabbed the whip that lay across his vanity.
He had what he needed from the creature, he mused silently. All that was left was disposal.