Meeting a King (Lex, Bastian)

Bastian? a soft whisper left her pouty lips
as her grey eyes looked around. So this was the famous Stone
Kingdom. The view was quite nice if not the worry she felt. To be
honest, Jpyce already pondered what she got herself into, seeing
all strange people ogling at her as if she would have a bird on her
head dancing and singing. Joyce truly felt as if she would not belong
in that place, but there was a big busyness with the king Lex. Lex she let out yet another sigh with his name as she
remembered the incident in the Vastwind Tavern. He's quite hot
tempred man but has quie a soft side too. No any truly evil creature
would care that much about someone as Lex cares about his sister
Valia. A person that was something in common between the two now.

She looked around waiting for Bastian to come. Joyce di not want to
wander too far withought a guard in an alien place. Of course she was
hoping that Lex would be nice and at least calm her with a promise
that nothing will ever happen to her or her now friend Bastian. Demon
or not, annoying or not, she still cared about Bastian and she would never
forgive herself if anything would happen to him. Bastian, come here now.
I cannot wander across this place all by herself. she said almost
pouting like a teenage girl. We have busyness to attend and quickly.

A new place but fimlier still. It was the first time he was here. He had come with Joyce, for a few reasons mainly to make sure she was safe. His presences true or not would offer her some protection. Hearing her whisper and nodded to the owner of the stand as he handed over some coins. Taking the fruit he had brought and walked the few steps towards her. Standing behind her and taken a bite of the fruit. Leaning down to blow soft at her ear

“ you do know I heard you first time.”

Looking round then back to her, taking another bite.

“ do you really think I let you walk around here, on your lonesome?”

Truth be told that could be a 50% chance to guess correct. But today he felt oddly protective of her. Glancing back round then back to her.

“well can you tell me what brought you to have business here of all places”

He couldn’t help but run up a mental check list of what could go wrong. The list grew quickly, with a sigh. He wrapped a arm round Joyce.

“ to keep you safe”

She glanced at the man who walked over to her and felt a rather strong
relief seeing him. Bastian had always a strange effect to her. He was a
demon yes, but she always liked when he's around. Except when he tends
to be annoying (thought it happens rarely now) and when he becomes
strangely.....almost seductive. But whatever would happen she always
feels more than safe around Bastian, even he's poweress, by the way,
she noted to herself to talk to Lex about that too. Too bad on Demigora
demons are hunted. She would have Bastian more often than she does
now. But it is risky. She would not want Bastian to get caught. The wards
are quite strong....they will always warn about demons. I
know I know... she sighed. Just simply I don't feel
very comfy at this place. She shook her head and was going to
move forward to walk but he quickly wrapped an arm around her. Joyce did not notice how nicely her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Uhmmm....Bastian. Please behave yourself... she said as if feeling
guilty about cheating on Szalor even if she didn't do anything bad. It was
just an arm around her. Just to...protect her. Or was it.....?

Pulling Joyce closer to him. A small smirk on his face, tossing the fruit towards some one in the alleyway who disappeared in to the darkness.
“awww but you know you enjoy it” he said with a little chuckle not meaning to upset her

Leaning closer to whisper softly to her “ I can stop and don’t feel guilty about enjoying yourself”

Keeping her close be lose enough should she not want his arm round her she could get away.
“you have good reason to not like this place. You heard the rumours of the human they last caught here. I have low standard no denying that but even I wouldn’t go that low to what they did”

Looking round making sure his aura helped shield Joyce some what, letting out a softy sigh.

“I going to assume we are not here to meet your boyfriend. Not revenge because you’re here. So another reason yes? Business deals don’t sound like your cup of tea, all though full of surprises. Possible a friend you need to get out of hiding? Or am I miles of?”

She let out a sigh...more at herself. Bastian was quite right -
she did enjoy it. The arm of a demon around her grants to her
not only feeling of the safety. Joyce shook her head, pony
tail of her dark blond locks moving and bouncing along. Bastian....
You know I'm not single. Even thought I have reasons not
to trust him too much but I want him to trust me.. she said
and trailed off. Joyce just now realized all the truth. There had
to be the reason why Bastian was behaving like that. He must....
be feeling something for her and she just gave him more reason
to keep going further. The fact that one does not trust another fully
was something that meant that there is not everything alright. Joyce
was worried and indeed comfused about what really was going. The
relationship with Szalor....she loved him allot but....she just is being
very careful. Especially seeing him flirt around with the other females.
As if she would not be there. Szalor looks always so...fake to her,
so unnatural. And ten came strange actions of Bastian that made her
to feel somewhat important and desired. Small and seemingly
unimportant actions, such as an arm wrapped around her waist
protectively, looks very innocently to some, but not to her, and not
especially to Bastian.Sorry... she said in a whisper
and turned to walk.


You are miles away, Bastian. We are here because I
have busyness with someone who knows Valia. I need to talk to him
about her. I'm sure he has many questions for me about what really
happened. And also I am here because I do have a request about
someone.....I care about.. she said. Joyce walked slowlyly,
carefully watching the surroundings. His words about humans being
tormented here in this place echoing in her mind, his arm...still around
her waist, thought she pondered she still wanted the feeling of the safety.
The wind was extremely cold in this kingdom. Coldest one she ever experienced. The place itself was giving her the willies and Bastian was
not helping much about that.Just behave yourself. I would
like to trust you more, Bastian. I wouldn't mind your actions if I wouldn't
have a boyfriend who seems to adore me.

Appearing in the court yard, letting go of Oron, letting Wraith take her full weight. He held up his arm, sending out a wave of dark energy, slamming it into a near by wall, sending the servants scattering. They knew if they got in the way, there was no coming back.

"What the hell were you thinking!" he screamed, turning back to Oron and Wraith, "Both of you! Wraith, don't even think for a moment you are going to get away with denouncing your title as low prince of this kingdom. You are our grandson!"

He turned upon Oron, his hand wrapping around her neck, his eyes burning brightly, "And you! How dare you appear in a land that is at war with you! And to stop Skyler and mine's fight! I don't care if you are dying, you will never stop our son from becoming a man!" He ripped her from Wraith's grasp, holding her closer to him. "Our son will kill me and let go his hatred of me. He will become the next king, but if you keep interfering, holding him back, I will let you die first and let him grow up, then bring your demonic ass back! You got me!"

And without waiting to hear her answer, he kissed her deeply, passionately, and very hungrily. He felt Wraith vanish. Good. He could punish his wife properly.

Appearing with his grandparents, he suddenly had his grandmother's full weight upon his shoulders. Taking her frail frame, for he knew how damaged her body really was, no thanks to his grandfather, he held her. He listened to his grandfather's rant, watched the walls collapse, only to rise back up. He sighed, finally letting go of his grandmother while Lex took her by the neck. He couldn't hold a finger to his grandfather's power. That was for his father to take care of.

Backing away, he turned from them as they embraced. He knew very well where that would lead too. So he vanished from the yard, appearing in the city. He sighed, seeing how bad it had gotten since he had left. Not one human left in this city, the shadow and blood elves making sure that everyone was miserable, though Lex kept them in check. The demon guards showed their respect, only cause he was Oron's grandson. He heard their thoughts, knowing full well that they would kill him the moment they got a chance. Many had tried, and so many had fallen quickly.

He tensed up slightly as one of the guards came over to him. Stopping just a few feet from him, the guard lifted his hood, his demonic tattoos shining bright with mix-breed powers. "Lord Wraith, reports have come in. There is a human here with a powerless demon escort. No demon clan matches this imposters discription. We have eyes upon them."

He nodded and walked away. Great, just what this horrible place needed. A human. Fresh meat for the savages.

It did not take long to reach the city. And with Bastian guarding her, even if he was powerless, Joyce felt somewhat safe. Some kind of thoughts were returning the true confidence of her. She remembered she's not just a normal human. Joyce was soon to be a powerful sorceress, if she will receive approval of the coven she was aiming to become a member of. She'd learned much already and being with them she would discover her true full power. Knowing them and being able to use it to the fullest in good control, Joyce would truly be worth for respect. And plus, af it was not enough, she is now a demon lord. Be it her demon powerless but not a pathetic weakling. A demon who knows magic is useful as much as the one who has his powers still. Joyce was going to do Bastian a favour and somehow return him his powers and freedom if he will want. She actually wanted to be proud of him. Surely she still wanted to keep Bastian for herself but it would be much very selfish.

The city, full of citizens ogling at her secretly did not scare any more. She knew what she is, her own worth and that she could could stand for herself and also for Bastian. Joyce was expecting for some of them to pounce but she saw that they only wanted to do so, yet something was stopping them from doing so. It would appear strange. But she realized they must have a reason to not do it. Joyce did not realize she was having a small faintly glowing tattoo of the triple moon on her forehead that flashed like vision, glowed in silver and disappeared. They probably knew it was a sign of a goddess that had her power wherever she could reach. The only thing Hecate that did not rule was water. And she was now guarding both Joyce and automatically Bastian.

She shook her head lightly and continue walking until her eyes caught a sight of someone familiar. It was a young looking guy with white hair. He was somewhat radiating with some positive energy that she could sense from far away. Her eyes sparkled a little - be it strange but finally she was glad she was here. Joyce finally met someone normal in this dangerous and cold place. Approaching him she smiled and nodded first to the men he was talking to and then smiled to him himself. Fancy meeting you here, Wraith she said smiling.I hope every thing's ok, my friend for you made me to worry that night in the tavern.Forgove me for being so straight forward, but I have come here with some busyness. Is your grandfather at home? I'd like to talk to him.

Walking with Joyce keeping her close. He knew the dangers well enough. An odd sense of being honour bound to her hearing her ask for him to behave him self he nodded as they walked on. He had to do it impulse more then likely. A softy sway of the head as he song softly mainly to himself. But those close to him would pick up the song.

“Sly looks in corridors. Without a plan of yours. A blackbird sings on bluebird hill. Thanks to the calling of the wild, wise men child. I got plans for us, nights in the scullery and days instead of me. I only know what to discuss of for anything but light. Wise men fighting over you. Its not me you see. Pieces of valentine, to keep from burning history”

His song was cut short. Bastian noticed the mark the instance it turn up. He May have been powerless but was still happily attuned to the blessing of god’s and goddess and the bless was a bit painful to be close to. Gulping he hated that feeling sighing at the two oddities of options’ looking to the man Joyce was talking to he could of happily face palmed him self there.