Prince Nathan was worried. How the hell did that guy bring a Demon in all by himself? Perhaps he was more skilled than he looked. He glanced over at the Demon, who he'd slung haphazardly onto his shoulder (to make it as uncomfortable as possible). She looked over at him, and he quickly looked away. This demon give me the creeps! He shuddered. Ugh! her eyes... they're like snakes'! He thought to himself. And her clothes, as well! Who the hell wears animal skins for clothing! Such indecency! The prince paused and sighed. Oh well. Let's get this over with.
As the Prince approached Anmoranth Manor, he sighed. The damn place was far more glamorous than the Prince liked. His family was always spending money lavishly. Nathan would rather live more simply. But his brother...
Nathan shook his head. Forget about Griffith. He told himself "On second thought," He spoke aloud, "maybe I should keep this living pigsty away from him."
"Holy Diablos!" A voice unfamiliar to him said. "Could ya stop calling me that? I don't smell that bad!"
Prince Nathan froze slowly, his eyes followed where the voice had come from.
That THING... it... it spoke to me? The Prince's eyes widened in shock.
"What?" The demon said. "Did I say something wrong? Or perhaps you weren't expecting me to say anything at all?" The demon questioned. "Y'know, I think ya broke my hand back there, but that doesn't matter. I can feel it starting to heal itself!" She winced. "Holy Diablos! Still hurts though."
Quickly, the Prince threw the demon off of his back. Landing on the ground with a crash, she cried out.
"OW! The hell didja do that for?" The demon moaned in pain. "That was uncalled for! Ya coulda warned me before body slamming me into the ground!" She ranted in frustration. "I think ya split my skull open!" She complained. "Yup! Lookit that! The blood's already gushing out! Thanks for nothing, you dimwit!" She started grumbling to herself. "You'd think that for a Prince he would have respect for other people of royalty!"
Nathan was dumbfounded. This demon was as talkative as his mother was! He looked around. She was causing a racket! Surely he could find some place he could hide her! He scooped her up under his arms and made a break for the Manor's entrance. As he ran by the guards, one of them scratched his bald head in confusion.
Where to hide her... He thought. Looking around as he ran through the hallway. I'll just throw her in my room for now. He thought. Quickly, he opened the door and threw her into the room. He heard a brief "Hey-" from her before slamming the door shut.
One of the butlers strutted elegantly down the hallway. "Prince Nathan?" he said. "Why are you all out of breath?"
"No reason, Fredric." Nathan lied. "I was just going for a run through the city." Believable. He went on short runs quite frequently, in order to get away from all the stressful pains of Royal life.
"I see. Well. Your father expects you for lunch." The butler said.
Tell him I'm on my way." Nathan told him. The butler nodded, and with a shrug, Fredric shuffled off to tell the others about this oddity. Indeed, Prince Nathan did go on runs, but even he knows not to run indoors.
Whew! Prince Nathan sighed. That was a close one! He then clutched his stomach. He didn't even realize how hungry he was! He looked behind him and shrugged, fairly certain that a demon who wears animal skins for clothes and has their hands chained behind their back has a 0% chance of twisting a fucking doorknob.
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Prince Griffith sniffed as he poked at the remains of his steak. As usual, his insolent brother Nathan was late to lunch. How utterly rude! He looked over at his mother, Queen Jezebel at one end of the table, then to his father, King Alexander. He coughed. "Mother, Father, may I be excused from the table?" He asked politely.
"You may." The King replied. Just as Griffith got up to leave, His twin brother came into the room, completely out of breath. How vulgar! He despised Nathan with all he had.
"You're late for lunch." King Alexander said sternly.
"I... ate out for lunch." Nathan was lying out of his teeth. Griffith could tell. It was so incredibly obvious. "All right. I'll excuse myself from this conversation." Griffith said slyly, shimmying his way out of the room, his father still reprimanding Nathan for not letting even his mother know where he'd be.
As he walked down the hallway, he grumbled. Nathan should be further punished instead of just having a stern talking to! Why does he never get punished? Is it destiny that I am the only one getting punished? He continued forward until he heard a bump coming from a door on the left hand side. What was that? He thought. The door, he noticed, belonged to his twin brother. He heard a faint sound, an oddly familiar one. The sound of metal dragging against metal.
His eyes widened in fear. What the... bloody... Hell? all of a sudden, something inside him clicked. Nathan was out of breath. He must have ran from his room. He was most definitely hiding something, but what? What was Nathan hiding in there? Griffith thought. He had most definitely heard something in there. Something alive. He took a deep breath, slowly opened the door, and...
Nothing. Am I imagining things? Griffith thought as he scanned the room. Absolutely nothing. "I really am going insane." He spoke aloud, and began to close the door.
Just as he was doing so, however, he heard something slump against the side of the door. something that seemed relatively heavy. He heard that sound again. The metallic scrape. The sound of chains.
He looked into the room and saw what was now lying on the floor. The animal skins. The putrid smell. The horns.
"Ugh." It groaned.
Griffith stifled a scream.
There was a Demon in the palace!