74demonking

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Chapter 2

-Kellen-

The sun had not yet risen when Kelln woke the following morning. He had stayed awake late into the night trying to narrow down what it was that was troubling him, yet he was no closer to identifying what it was that had him so vexed. Regardless, he did not wish to put off his visit to Imperium, to this powerful Queen. To have another Hell realm as an ally would be a benefit. If he could at least keep her from coming to war with them, that would be the least he could hope for. Kellen rarely aimed for the least of anything, and that was true in this instance as well.

Grae had been tasked with ensuring that they would be welcomed and procuring the necessary gifts that were customary when dignitaries came on such diplomatic visits. Kellen had no worries that these had both been seen to. At least those items were not ones that he would have to attend to; his focus could be solely on the new Queen and ensuring that the first impression was perfect. For her to have assumed the throne and subjugated both of the powerful males she had, she had to be quite the female. That made her a female Kellen was very interested in.

Kellen selected his black suit carefully, along with the fur trimmed cape that would go over it. Refined in its cut and fit, but exuded power in the intricate embroidery that decorated the front. Once clothing was set aside, Kellen started his grooming, his almost black eyes carefully studying every small detail about himself in the mirror as he did. Nothing was too small to escape his notice this morning, this meeting was too important of a meeting. He would not let anything go wrong with it. Not. One. Thing.

-Grae-

The velvet box sat on his desk. The gift had been carefully chosen by one of the courtesans whom he implicitly trusted. As always, he had been entrusted with procuring the gift to be presented, and for some reason he had gotten the impression that Kellen wanted to particularly impress the Queen that they were going to visit. Maybe the King had decided to give up his lecherous ways? There was always hope. It would certainly make life easier. However, from what he had heard of Queen Gabrielle, she was not an easy nor meek woman. Grae already liked her.

He had heard from a fae that Kellen was dressing in his customary black, so Grae dressed to match in a black morning coat, vest, and trousers. A black ascot was tied formally at the neck of his shirt and secured with a diamond pin. Formal, but not so much so as to outshine the King. Grae liked his head on his shoulders and wanted to keep it there.

Before going to meet Kellen, Grae raised the lid of the velvet box. The courtesan had done wonderfully, the piece was perfect. Before sending her on the task, Grae had been able to make some discreet inquiries of those who had met the Queen and discovered that she was more of a warrior Queen than a prissy one, something he was still looking forward to seeing Kellen handle. Rarely was she seen in gowns when not receiving formal guests or hosting formal functions; more often than not, she was in fighting leathers and could almost be mistaken for one of her legion, if it were not for her height, which was diminutive. It was based on that he had given instructions to the courtesan to find something unique, not overly flashy, and something that would represent their realm more than impress with the value.

Within the box lay a necklace, the center of which was crescent moon shaped, the points facing upwards. A large oval cabochon of Uffernium Opal was in the center, two smaller circular cabochons on either side more towards the points of the crescent. There were no other stones, and the metal was silver rather than golden colored. If the Queen was anything like her reputation, then this would be much more to the female’s liking than the normal diamond encrusted gaudy pieces that they had bequeathed in the past.

-Kellen-

Kellen had just finished dressing and having his groomsman gnome adjust all the details of his outfit when there was a knock at his chamber door. He was sure it was Grae so he called for him to enter. It was getting close to the time they were to go to Imperium, and while he would have liked to go earlier, he also knew that showing up too early would not give the correct impression either.

“Let me see it,” Kellen ordered when he saw the deep burgundy velvet box that Grae bore. He was anxious to not only know what had been chosen, but also to know how the Queen would receive it.

When Grae lifted the lid, Kellen’s brows knit together in confusion. Surely this was not what his top advisor had decided was what should be given to the Queen. It would not fit her station! It would be an insult and embarrass him. What could Grae have been thinking?

“Is this a joke? Something to break the mood because you know I am unusually tense regarding this visit?” Kellen asked, trying not to swat away the dark fae that was putting the last touches on his jacket. His expression was one of clear displeasure and his voice was the exclamation mark on that.

-Grae-

So, it was clear the King had not done his homework. It was a good thing he had, but why Kellen hadn’t confused him. For some reason this visit seemed to mean more to the King than others that they went on purely for diplomatic or curiosity reasons. Grae found it hard to understand why then Kellen wouldn’t have asked about the Queen and known that the normal gifts would not be her style.

“No, it is not a joke.” Grae watched Kellen’s features darken, as well as the room slightly, at his response. He continued undaunted, “however, in my inquiries regarding Queen Gabrielle, the normal jewel and diamond encrusted pieces would not be to her liking. She rarely is seen in a gown or with her tiara on. More often she is in leathers, or human clothes and with her guard or the other Horsemen. In truth, I was more inclined to give her a blade than jewelry, but was not sure I’d survive your reaction to seeing that. The gift is for this woman to appreciate that you have looked into who she is, or at least for me to have since you did not know what I did.” The last dig was possibly a bit much since Kellen’s features were still clouded with confusion, but since the darkness had lifted from the room, Grae was pretty sure he was no longer about to kill him.

-Kellen-

“I thought that to be all rumor, or that when she ascended to the throne that had changed. I did not consider that it would not have.” Kellen’s eyes remained on the piece; a piece that was perfect for the woman it was intended for, Grae had done well. He, however, had not and it bothered him that his advisor had interpreted the intel they had received better than he had.

“I was wrong, this is the perfect gift.” His eyes rose from the necklace to look at Grae, “and skipping the blade was a smart move. Giving her a blade at first meeting might be a bit presumptive. We might save that for the second meeting.” His expression softened and he gave a slightly weary smile. Now he was more troubled than before. It was not like him to mess up. He could not ruin this.

“Grae, what is wrong with me?” He demanded finally. When his advisor looked at him warily and confused he continued, “I was up late into the night. Something is nagging at me about this visit. And now, you have better judged someone that we are going to meet than I have. So, I ask again, what is wrong with me?”

-Grae-

“Leave us.” Grae’s chin rose definitely and an air of authority came to his voice. The two fae flitting about putting the finishing touches on both of them exited the room quickly. A wave of Kellen’s hands and the doors closed and were locked so that no one could come in.

“You are afraid you might finally meet your equal.” For the first time in their long friendship and working relationship, Grae saw surprise on Kellen’s face. “Come now, you must have realized it, Kellen.”

Grae closed the velvet box and set it on a nearby table then turned back to his friend to talk. “There are few beings in creation that have the same type of power as you, most of them male. I’m not sure we’ve run into a female that has even been close, outside of the Greeks and you’ve pissed all of them off. But, Gabrielle, she could be and I think you don’t know how to handle that.” He was frank with his friend. He’d wondered how Kellen would handle it. Not well would be the answer.

-Kellen-

Kellen scoffed and turned away. “Don’t be absurd.” But Grae wasn’t, and that is what bothered Kellen more than anything. It was quite possible he was right. Then what would happen? What if she was as powerful as he? Or, if she was more powerful? Was that what had been nagging at him?

He began to pace, his fists clenching and unclenching as he did. Grae smartly stayed off to the side and observed. “If she is as powerful then we must secure her as an ally. We have a war already Grae and I cannot support one if she can bring to bear the kind of power I can. If she would stand at our side, well that would give us a tactical advantage. Yes, it would help us greatly and increase our standing in the realms.” Kellen nodded, starting to resolve things in his head.

-Grae-

“And if she is as beautiful as they say?” Grae brought Kellen to a full stop with one sentence. Had his friend really not considered that, or worse not gotten that intel from whoever was providing it to him?

“Powerful and beautiful. You are going to tell me that you haven’t even considered that, my KING?” Now he was prodding Kellen to see how the other male would react. If Gabrielle was powerful and Kellen was going to be playing a romantic game with her, it could lead them to complete ruin.

-Kellen-

His back was to Grae, but Kellen didn’t need to be facing him to know the look on his face and why he’d asked the question. “Then she will be as beautiful as they say.” He was lying to both of them and he knew it.

Turning, he faced Grae. “We are not going there in order to romance her, if that is what you are thinking.” It was true, it was not the reason for the visit. What he didn’t say was that if she lived up to everything that he’d heard about her that romancing her would be a pleasure, and one he would take very seriously. However, whether the petite woman he’d heard so much about was worth all of the praise that had been heaped upon her was still yet to be seen, and Kellen was skeptical.

“We are going there to find out exactly who and what she is. I’m also hoping to see Lucifer and Abbadon on leashes.” A smirk came to Kellen’s lips as he considered even the thought of that, not that he could get lucky enough to see either male in that position. “And we’re also going to make sure that she knows the power that resides within Uffern as well.” Kellen’s face sombered. “If she is not as powerful as they say, then we don’t want her thinking that her badass reputation gives her the right to try to come in here and boss us around. I believe it is now time, let us go and see exactly who this Queen Gabrielle is.”

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-Kellen-

Long black robes flowed behind him as he strode down the hall. His footfalls were heavy and purposeful. With all of the realms in flux due to their father’s current condition, he had been speaking more with his brethren as of late. It was because of this that Kellen had learned that there had been some drastic changes in the hell realm of Christendom. The fact it had been split and was still under the control of one ruler, who wasn’t Lucifer, intrigued him. That Lucifer now deferred to this female intrigued him more.

It had been millenia since he’d paid Lucifer a visit. Their styles were different. Lucifer wasn’t outright evil or dark, just extremely narcissistic. The same could not be said of Kellen. Unlike Lucifer, Kellen was not of Christendom, he was of the old gods, the Pagan gods, and he was most certainly dark and could be exceedingly evil. He was a demi-god in his own right and the ruler of Uffern, a hell realm of his own. There were those who might call him a demon, but there was much more to the King of the Shadow Realm than that.

“Grae! I need to organize a diplomatic party.” Kellen’s hand waved through the air as he entered his second in command’s study without even knocking. He hadn’t even paused. His powers had opened the locked doors with barely even a thought. “There is a new ruler in Lucifer’s old domain and I think it is time we paid a visit. Lucifer has abdicated his throne to a female,” he chuckled when Grae froze and his head whipped around to look at Kellen like he must have misspoke.

“Yes, a female. Not just any female, one that can keep the Destroyer in his place and has the Princes at war with one another. Some say she is a Horseman.” One brow rose as he smirked over at Grae, Kellen wasn’t sure he believed such fancifulness.

-Grae-

“A female, a horseman, intimidates Abbadon, got Lucifer to abdicate the throne, and you want to waltz into her throne room why, My Lord? Have you grown tired of your head upon your shoulders?” Grea smirked back at Kellen. While he might technically serve under Kellen, Grea was as close as a brother to him. When they were in private, it afforded him the ability to speak frankly with the King. At the moment, someone needed to.

The look Kellen pinned him with told Grae that Kellen was far from kidding and that he truly did intend on visiting whomever this new Queen was. There would need to be gifts and arrangements made, no doubt to be left in his capable hands, but it did not mean he was looking forward to it. It also meant that if anything went sideways, it would be his much more fair haired head on the chopping block, quite possibly literally.

“I see. And when are you wanting to go meet the fair Queen? I know you like making me work under pressure, so I’d assume it's within the hour?” Now there was a hint of annoyance that creeped around the edges of Grae’s voice. He’d prefer a whole day, but he doubted that once Kellen had something like this in his mind that he’d wait that long. He could only hope his friend and King wanted to look at an alliance and not size the Queen up for war. War was messy business and they already had another one going that was draining resources. They could use a strong ally. They could also use a Queen, but he wasn’t about to say that to Kellen.

-Kellen-

“In the morning. I need to prepare.” Kellen looked in the mirror that hung on one wall of Grae’s study. He was over 10,000 years old and not one grey hair had dared sprout amongst his otherwise jet black ones. His beard was neatly and closely cropped and although they were nie on black, his dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle with a light of their own as he regarded his appearance. Broad shoulders did not slump, and his posture was still erect and proud as always. He did not look haggard or disheveled, still there was something that was bothering him about his reflection. Until he could identify it and remedy it, he would not present himself to this new Queen.

“I will be in my quarters if you need me.” With that Kellen turned and strode from the room, the door to the study closing soundly behind him, leaving Grae alone once more in his study.

His robes were once more billowing behind him as he made his way to his suite of rooms. There was something about the situation with this new Queen that had him intrigued and made him want to go meet her with a haste that he rarely felt for anything other than bloodshed. It could be that he had never heard of anyone who could make Abbadon back down, nor could put Lucifer’s hubris in check. To meet one who could do both was an event in itself. Then to rule the entirety of the former Christendom Hell without ever having been a previous resident, this spoke to a power that he wanted, or at least wanted on his side.

His hands clenched and straightened with each step, that nagging feeling still not leaving him. There was something he was overlooking about his visage that he would need to remedy before traveling to Imperium. He had to ensure that his first impression was one of strength and power. There was no way that he would appear weak. Over the centuries he had intimidated Lucifer, but never had been able to even get a glance from Abbadon. To face the creature that had made the Destroyer back down, he would need to ensure that everything was perfect.

-Grae-As soon as Kellen had exited the room Grae began to rub his temples to try and stave off the headache that was threatening to build. At least Kellen had given him until morning to make all the arrangements. It was more time than normal and meant that things would be perfect. There was a sneaking suspicion that was a secondary reason for the delay in their visiting the realm of the new Queen. For some reason, his old friend wanted to make a good impression. Far be it from him to ruin that plan.

While he could have used his mystical powers, there was still a certain flare to be found in doing things by hand. Given this, Grae sat at his ornate desk and hand wrote a note to the new Queen, who he easily learned was named Gabrielle from a dark fae that worked in the castle, announcing the intention of he and Kellen to come to her realm in a delayed welcome and show of diplomacy. He kept it very formal and his handwriting smooth and elegant. If Kellen wanted to impress her, then impress her Grae would. He had not kept his position as the King’s head advisor this long by not knowing how to do the duties that the position required.

After sealing the scroll with a golden seal embossed with Kellen’s seal, Grae summoned a messenger fae to deliver the missive to the palace in Imperium with haste. The last thing he wanted was for them to make an appearance before the announcement of their intention to visit had been received. With this much advance notice, there should be no worry about that. He thanked the Source for small favors.

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