Celestials and a Demon prince

Chapter 3: Demon Flaming Eyes

In a tavern, drunken noise of men and their careless laughter fill the air. Some bellied men share a table and make the most chattering sounds but are mostly ignored by every other person who were also in the moment in their own special ways. They toasting, with liquor splashing from the agressive cheering of drinks, makes the place a lot messy.

The door to the tarvern opens sharply grabbing the attention of everyone, with some spilling their drinks, their faces coated with fear at the sight of the soldiers and then awe as prince Edgar emerged from within them. Not everyone had seen the prince before and the few that got the chance whenever he returned victoriously from war could tell of his beauty. Those few lived in the capital city and here, he was miles away from the castle, obtaining the permission of the King to search for someone he knew could help.

The men adjusted giving them a lot more passage than they needed, none wanted to get in their way, and they really drunk ones were held back by their sane friends. Prince Edgar walked through the crowd as his eyes darted In search for someone and it was a quick realization that the supposed person was no where there.

He moved further into the tarvan opening swiftly the curtain to another entrance, it was the entrance reserved for important guests and there he found the man he was looking for in the midst of liquor and in the middle of a drink. The golden eyes that burned hot with flames looked up at him and cheered his drink at his direction. Edgar smiled at him feeling a ton of relieve at the sight of the figure before him.

"Sit with me friend.... " The stranger said with a smile on his face.

The wiggling movement of a creature appearing like an almost extint human by age is calmed by the long staff weilded by a woman Ceci, she is fully covered in a purple dress that sticks a lot closer to her body figure. A purple veil covering her head and the full sight of her pretty but evil looking facial features.

She walks past the creature, stamping her staff gently on the ground as she makes her way to the tiny source of light into her almost dark space. She looks out through the narrow window from the top of her roughly looking house into the deep of the forest. Insects move about freely like they were family. She grabs one piercing it with a sharp elongated nail then stuffs it completely in her mouth chewing like it were the sweetest meal ever. The hairless creature with the least five strand of hair crawl right behind her making a wild hiss and a constant animalistic noise. It's face like that of a human but an unpleasant construction of the features which makes it look a weird kind of way. The rest of it's body looks absurd and nothing like human, it's skin looks a horrible pale that appears peeled off, with tiny legs that threatens to break off.

" Mistress! It stressed with a hiss, it's manner of speech sounding like one who is toothless. It's almost skeleton fingers scratching it's hairless scalp.

"Anything about the child?" She asked in the meanest manner and disgust clouding her face.

"I saw him, that stinking and forbidden creature, he stared at the royal symbol like he traced it himself." The creature said with much contempt. It always showed hatred and disgust for his kind and had the habit of complaining whenever a report was to be made to the mistress.

"What symbol?"

"The royal symbol, the soldiers had it all over the place and that... That filthy creature was right behind me. I wanted to kill him mistress."

" I will turn you into a fly and squash you between my teeths if I have to ask about the symbol again." She said as she turned glaring at the creature which was also her slave.

" The princess is under the spell of a witch."

"A witch?"

"She sleeps like the useless princess she is."

"That useless princess is the source from which derive my eternal beauty and her blood my source of unimaginable power." She said scolding the slave.

"Forgive me mistress. "

"What does the symbol say?"

"It is a message for the most skillful and knowledgeable physicians. Their crafts is needed at the royal house with a reward attached to it."

"Hmm..." She walks away from the window into the room while the creature follows behind. "If the king wants a physician then we will give him one." She said and burst into a loud and evil laugh.

The tarvern door opens and the stranger comes out with the prince right behind him. His eyes narrows to surpress the light that shone on him. He made a brief turn towards the prince.

"Where are the rest of your soldiers and horses?"

"Somewhere in the woods, I had no intentions of drawing so much attention."

"Then you and your men should have stayed away from your uniforms." He said with no regard for the prince in his tone. The prince ignored it, he knew this man and special treatment as a prince was out of his curtsey.

He owed him his life, he had almost lost his life at a battle some years ago. His men were completely wiped out and he was brought to his knees by his enemies who held him captive almost turning the war in their favour and soon claim victory in the name of their King. It would have been a disaster, the soldiers would have lost the courage to war if anything had happened to the strongest and most skilled swordsman in the kingdom.

He had believed his life was never to be spared by his enemies, they would first hold him captive, bargain with his father and still kill him afterwards. The rival King hated his father a lot and would do anything to spite him. He had the support of some other strong kingdoms in this war, who felt if they could bring down King Egbert and his kingdom then they could have the world all to themselves.

The soldiers held him down with their swords, life was slipping fast away from him, he bleed a lot from the various sword Cuts and Pierce he had received. Even if his enemies did not finish him off, he knew he couldn't survive the injury inflicted on him.

In his horrible state, in the midst of rejoicing soldiers. A swift moving figure appeared from nowhere, dressed in all black, his hair swinging behind his back as he darted towards the soldiers striking them down before they could even breath. He had prior closed his eyes waiting to be killed but hearing the fast movement of sword in the air and tearing of flesh, he opened them to behold the image of a man who did not seem like an ordinary human.

The excellence at which he controlled his sword, the unatural speed movement, the surpressing energy that emmited from him and the supernatural aura that came from him as well drove him to a shocked and terrified state. He had never been terrified of any man but the figure before him was no odinary man. In a matter of seconds the men that held him captive layed lifeless on the floor and the sword of the stranger dripping from their blood.

What got him the most was his sword essence, the flames around his sword as he fought which gradually came to a halt as he stood still. He looked as if he had not lifted a hand. Killing such number of men would make an ordinary man almost strengthless but there he stood peaceful looking, his breath normal and very much full of strength. His golden eyes burned hot with flames enough to consume any man with a stare. He looked at the prince who was on his knees still in shock and awe of this man and the skill he had displayed before him.

The stranger walked gracefully towards him, he held his ground refusing to be intimidated even though he was scared out of his life. Before he got any closer, prince Edgar had passed out from his wounds.

Prince Edgar had woken up his mind filled with flashes from the battle and his near death experience, he groaned in pain feeling the effects of his cuts in his head. Then he remembered the man who was not actually human who had come to his rescue and how he cleared those soldiers. His eyes welcomed him to reality and he shot up, surprised at the environment he found himself in. It was a small enclosure that had been made a house of. He realized that the pain he felt earlier were nonexistent. Infact, he felt whole and new like he had not been to war. He wore a new shirt that was insulting to his title as the prince. It was in no way befitting for a prince but beyond his shirt, he felt his body and there was no cut, he examined his entire body and found no fault in it.

How was this possible? He could swear that he was dead, else nothing could explain this change. He put a step forward and the sharp movement of a sword cutting through the air prevented him from taking another. His eyes moved terrified to see the glaring look from those flaming eyes.