High up in the mountain cave Sabre slept, the deep sleep induced by the potion Meridior had put into his stew. He dreamed though, that terrible moment over and over as Abigor looked at him as though he were the enemy, the lowest of them all. Then came the pain when he accused him of wanting Jelenis more than him. The relationship he had with the Prince of the Fifth was complicated, one since the boy had been bought squalling into the world of mortals. He Bel and Trayder and been tied to the boy through the magic of the King of the Fifth....old magic, it had taken time for Sabre to chip away at it and by the time he finally broke it the King had been killed and the spell broke anyway.
Oh he disliked Jelenis at times, the boy had been altogether too superior thinking him far below him, but Jelenis had not know who Sabre actually was. Bel and Trayder had been assigned to him since his captured from the Tenth. General Belisarius had been his jailer, Trayder was Bel's faithful lieutenant and they had been on strict orders to treat the King's prisoner with respect. He was never beaten....nor was he abused by any. He was given clothes, a warm and comfortable room, decent food, books and anything else he asked for to while away his time until they were tied to the child.
This was what he had tried to do for Jelenis when he had come home, though above in the world of mortals it had all failed miserably. He had taken his anger out on Jelenis, his spite, he had hurt him to entice and please Flori, seen him used by Gen,Pi to satisfy an odd need when Abigor had arrived.
It all came back to Abigor, oh he loved him, more than anything in the world, he had given them both the Ithior to let Abigor feel the depths of that love. Even that was not enough now, the Ithior did not lie and only a demon could wear such a Rune. It had become apparent early that Jelenis could not wear Runes when Sabre had tried in all helpfulness to draw one upon him. Each time the mark just vanished and Jelenis was none the more powerful. Sabre felt the anger and pain of the General even now....the jealousy....the hatred.
Meridior sat and watched as her grandson tossed and turned on his makeshift bed, tears on his velvet cheeks. Saberion was in pain...his heart truly broken by this lover that had rejected him. The old demoness shuffled to the far reaches at the back of her cave where a natural bowl form of rock sat, water trickled down the wall to fall into the depths of it, making ripples each time a droplet fell. She cast her hand over it and stared into the mirror and a figure appeared, he was handsome with his flowing black hair and purple eyes which flared angrily. He was carrying a young man half clad in a sleeping shirt over his shoulder. The boy struggled and tried to free himself...his silvery eyes wide with fear....no mistaking that boy...half Angelic, the son of the Fifth. Her attention turned back to the Demon, Abigor, she had watched this one for a long time, full of anger and fury. She shook her head, she would not help Saberion remove the Ithior, it was the only thing that would let Abigor truly feel the truth once he had calmed his temper.
That poor boy of the Fifth was in for a hard time, the object and focus for Abigor's rage. She would not dabble in events such as these. Her focus was Sabre for now...broken hearts were the hardest to heal.
