Spirits of the Earth

Sabre at boredly at the banquet table, his dark eyes staring down at the meal before him that to be honest he did not feel like eating. He hated these gatherings his father held, parading him out like a show animal for the lords and ladies and noble others to look upon.  His father was possessive of him, treating him like a treasure or a prize to be displayed so that others might marvel upon him or covet him. 

His mother had died birthing him, eighteen cycles past, he had never known what it might be like to have a mother, never known how she might have cared for him.  All he knew about her was that she was a succubus, the most beautiful creature in all of the Rings, won by his father and mated and that she had birthed her son, costing her own life in the process.  He had seen a portrait of her and it was evident that in looks he favoured her.  The same long moonlight silver hair, the raven dark eyes and slender build, he never really saw anything of his father in him.

He glanced up the table to where his Father's General sat with his son Abigor, he was older than Sabre, apparently he had been at his birthing he had been three cycles, so  a bit older at twenty one cycles, but he had been assigned as a fighting companion for the young Prince and they were due to start under Lord Zenethor, the Weapons Master on the morrow.  Abigor had been training with the sword longer than Sabre, so he had the edge.

Sabre picked up his goblet and drank a little of the wine slowly, in truth he did not want to learn the sword, he was infinitely better at magic and rune craft but his father had decided it was high time his son picked up a blade and learned to defend himself and his kingdom.  Sabre had reluctantly agreed, at least it would take him out of his father's gaze for a while and the cloying attention of the servants.

His father looked over stonily to him, the boy was beautiful indeed, a rare prize for the Tenth Ring, a handsome future king.  Though he seemed far too preoccupied with books and study which would be remedied tomorrow when he would be placed under Zenethor's charge.

"You are not eating boy!" His father said sharply.

"You will need your strength for the days to come...I will not have you wilting like a pretty little flower in the Ringfire...pick up your fork and EAT!"

Sabre was in no mood to argue, he picked up the golden fork and forced some food into his mouth and swallowed.

Sometimes he wished he was not the future king!

Sabre woke the next morning and lay staring up at the ornate ceiling in his bedroom, today his father had demanded that he would be placed under Zenethor's tutorship for the sword and other weaponry as well as the art of warfare.  He would be training with General Abrion's son, who already had been training in the sword and being a General's son was already excellent at most weapons he turned his hand to.

The Prince rose and shook his head, he knew it was going to be a day of being humiliated as well as punished likely for not being proficient.  Abigor was likely to make fun of him at being eighteen cycles and never having picked up a blade before.  The General's son was everything Sabre suppose a soldier should be, tall, muscled, good at everything he did...in fact he would have made a better future king than himself.  Not to mention he was devilishly handsome and all of the females in court swooned over him.

He got dressed in a pair of black leather breeches, stockings and boots, a cream shirt with a leather vest that covered it.  He tied back his silvery hair and stared into the mirror, handsome enough...yes...a soldier...no.  His breakfast was served in his room, but he felt too nervous to eat, but he forced down some bread and fruit as the servants would undoubtedly report if he did not eat to his father.  He sipped some juice and set the cup down and slowly made his way towards Lord Zenethor's training rooms within the castle.  The demon Weapons Master was already waiting with Abigor alongside and it seemed he already was displeased for some reason.

"I was expecting you ten turns of the minute glass ago...you may be a Prince but I expect you to be timely....I dislike tardiness...but as this is your first day with Abigor and I you are excused...if it happens again you will be bent over and your behind whipped until you do learn the importance of it...do I make myself clear Sabre?"

Sabre swallowed, but he met the Lord's glance square on...he would not bow his eyes or be afraid.

"Perfectly My Lord Zenethor!" He said sharply.

The last thing he wanted was to be whipped like a recalcitrant child in front of Abigor and having him spread it all over the court.

"Now.....to work....you are smaller than Abigor....slender.....you need to master a blade that will match you...work for you.....!" Zenethor barked.

"Abigor.....instruct Sabre on what blades might achieve this!"

<<<<Abigor and Viola's training session...Earlier that morning before even the servants rose.>>>>>

Viola stood there... In all of her ''glory''. The first strike created a visible crack in the dummy's torso area, the second broke half of its head, the third split it in half, vertically. With a bokken, and an ugly one handed, almost dismissive grip. I had already figured it out, years and years ago when I first saw her ''practice''.

Five minutes was all it took me, pathetic. And yet, beautiful? Ugh, I hate myself for even saying this, but whilst her swordplay is simple and pathetic, it is the most impressive display of raw power I ever saw. Even in the very fact that it is ugly, dismissive, and lacking of any actual discipline, it adds to it... Adds to the complete and utter despair of the enemy when he sees that his opponent isn't even trying to defeat him, and yet oh so completely overpowers all efforts done to trump the monstrous mountain that stands in their way.

In a way... Her swordplay is everything a true demon's should be...

I stood from my seat and without a word I found a practice sword. Walking over I faced her and readied a high guard stance, she looked at me with a smile, no need for words, she needed none as she swung down with full might. It was an ugly strike, but powerful. Head on I had no hope of meeting it, so I side stepped and let the blow slide off my sword. This left her open, the whole side of her, I approached with a quick strike.

She saw what I was doing though, and threw her body against mine, the shock of her strength sent me a few paces back, but I held my ground, found my balance, advanced again. Strike. Parry. Dodge. She blocks. She counters. She presses the offense. Every time we fight, I notice more and more that I fight like a human, not a demon. I'm sure she notices, I'm sure she laughs, and yet is it so bad? Admittedly a reflection like this shouldn't be crossing my mind as we trade blows, yet I cannot help but do so at each movement of this dance we are indulging in.

Demons and Angels are extremely similar in regards to martial prowess. Since we do not possess the same limitations that a human body has, we choose to absorb, create, generate and embody power. Strength, magnitude in magic, all of those in great magnitude, yet lacking in finesse. Human swordplay is refined, to every minute detail. They work with their limitations, train themselves to penetrate armor, to feign and to cut at the right moments to avoid harm on themselves while inflicting the most harm on their enemies. They compensate their lack of strength, by developing their skills.

The same can be said for their spells, they are complex, their patterns are difficult to learn, scientific, they make the most of their limited magic and are able to create designs so complex that while demons and angels wield magic ten times more powerful than that, cannot hope to understand the human creations. A glancing blow, if I had my head in the fight it would have hit her neck, she smiled once more, counter to the head, easy to avoid. I sidestep to the left, again I attack, this time I hit.

She smiles, amused. She continues, if I had steel on my hands I would have wounded her, but not killed. The fight continues. But as my musings continue to pass through my head I realize why I always reach the same conclusion in the end. Mortals need to compensate with skills because they do not possess the strength angelic and demonic creatures have. We do not need to create techniques of swordplay to penetrate armor, because with our combined might and magic we simply cut through it. We do not need to develop complex patterns to make the most of the mana we are able to draw for a spell, because we have no limitations on just how much mana we are able to truly draw. It is useless, demons, angels, only strength matters, and they all know that, they all embrace that, they are just that.

And that is why they are all pathetic. Simply unenlightened, stupid, simple. I struck her again, dodged her next strike, struck again, but a moment's carelessness she was able to strike me once on the shoulder. It hurt, that strike would have killed me, a single strike from her compared to five strikes from myself. Four strikes, one more and I would have won. Where I lack power compared to her, I have developed more technique than any demon or angel I have ever known.

I am Abigor, son of the General. They are pathetic, and I'll make it my mission to remind them of this fact at every turn.

<<<<<Later as Sabre has arrived for his first training.... >>>>>

Abigor noted the time he couldn't help but grin wickedly.  He should have warned the Prince.  But this would be much better.  Seeing the beautiful Prince get a talking down to for once...spoilt impertinent little boy.  Prince Sabre disgusted him.  Had everything and yet stole away to read and craft magic!  Yet, Abigor reflected on their growing years.  Sabre had become a likeness that was even more beautiful than his late mother. 

He could see Master Zenethor's beginning to fume.  This should be interesting indeed. 
The general's son was still learning the ways to master strategy, manipulation, and planning.  His skills with weapons was second to none in the ring.  He exceled for he loved this part of his studies.  Where he lacked was his use of magic.  He rather fight with is blade then his powers of the mystics.  This was something both the General and his Master Zenethor discussed about the young lord.  It would not due him well.  A general needed to be able to wield both.  When the King had requested that Zenethor beginning Prince Sabre's weapons training it was looked upon as a positive step for Abigor.  Expose him to the man he would one day be serving.  The young Prince with a mastery over magic and rune lore.  This was a bond that Zenethor would cultivate. 

The general's son stood next to his master.  He wore soft dark purple breeches with a lighter shade tunic.  His long raven hair held in place by a cloth in greys and purple.  He tied it over his head keeping his hair in the back.  His leather boots black and tied up to his knees.  He never lacked for companionship.  Which he took full advantage of.  He was not rogue though.  Everything he did was a very thought out decision. 

So there he stood when the Prince finally decided to join them.  Zenethor was not pleased just as Abigor had previously thought.  He smirked and raised his eyebrows as he nodded to his master.

"Prince Sabre, there are a few different types for someone of your build."  He let his eyes travel over the Prince.  It had been a very long time since he was this close.  His purple eyes darkened as he suddenly realized Sabre was no longer the young boy he had kept him in his mind as.  No indeed, the Prince was very much a man.  His breathing quickened but it was the only indication he gave of a change in him. 

Abigor could not believe the change.  "I think we will start you off with the wakizashi.  It is a good blade in the shorter version to begin understanding the manipulations you may take with it."  The young lord gestured to thee of the wakizashi's.  "You will note there are of different length.  Please take the one to the right it is the shortest.  This will help you learn how to discipline your style.  Once you master the length we progress you to the higher level."  With a wicked grin and arching his eyebrows Abigor leaned into the younger demon and whispered in his ear.  "I wonder have you by chance handled any length of blade to this point young Prince?"

He casually backed away taking the same type of blade he had requested the prince to take and walked to the center of the room.  "Ready Master Zenethor."

Sabre scowled as Abigor whispered in is ear, he picked up the sword that he had been told to and turned to join the General's son in the centre of the room.

"Unlike you Abigor...I don't spend all day fiddling with lengthy blades to satisfy my self....I study hard which is its own reward!" He snapped tersely.

It was true, he spent nearly all day in the Great Library much to the chagrin of his Father.  He studied Magic eagerly and already was better than most in the Tenth Ring.  His chest already bore Runes of power etched there by himself, as his skill in this area outstretched even their most learned.  He also studied books about weapons, He knew what the blade was he was holding, he was holding it like the first picture he had seen in the 'Warfare Demonica'.

His first impulse was to hit Abigor with Magic but he knew that Zenethor would hit the roof and probably beat him unconscious for using a spell against his most favoured pupil.  He was here to please his Father and to show he could be a worthy Prince of the Tenth Ring.

"Is it true?" He purred innocently to Abigor, his dark eyes showing some amusement.

"That you are...impotent... where magic is concerned?" He chose his words carefully, just to see how the General's son would react, would those purple eyes be so cocky now!

Zenethor watched as the Prince took up the sword and took a position opposite Abigor, the boy almost had the positioning right which he was very surprised at considering he had spent a good deal of his days in a library looking at books. He had obviously been reading the 'Warfare Demonica' as the pose was very familiar to the first stance.  He was just about to walk forward and make some minor corrections when he heard Sabre's comment to Abigor.

Instead of correcting the position, he bought his thin cane down resounding across the seat of Sabre's breeches, painfully hard, startling the Prince into dropping the sword with a pained gasp.

"Mind your manners Sabre...in this room Abigor is your elder and your better....do not forget that!" The older man snapped tersely.

"Insolence of that manner will earn you a punishment, next time it will be six strikes and I will let Abigor make them! Now pick up your weapon and take your stance again!"

His cheeks burning with humiliation Sabre lowered himself to pick up the sword...no-one had ever struck him before, not like that and it felt ten times worse being in front of Abigor who looked quite amused and smug about it happening too.  He took up the position again in front of the General's son, and Zenethor lightly tapped his left leg.

"This leg back a little further Sabre."

Then a tap to his right elbow.

"Raise a little higher."

Zenethor stood back and followed the Prince's lines with a practised eye, they were good, but could he hold them.

"Remain in that position Sabre...Abigor...Join me here momentarily...survey his lines....the tension in his body...what do you think?"

Abigor was just about to retort...it was on his lips...When the blow hit the Prince and his weapon fell to the floor.  The demon knew better than to make any comment for Master Zenethor would take the cane to him.  But his eyes were dancing with mirth.  He even had the audacity to wink at him. 

He stepped back to allow the Prince to pick up his weapon.  He always got what he wanted from whomever it was, they didn't talk back to him, defy him ever.  Yet here this bookish Prince taunted him right back.  He realized he liked it.  Liked it a lot.  What he liked even more was the sound of the cane hitting the Prince and the way the young Prince had looked.  Yes....these training session were going to be a lot more enjoyable then he originally thought.

For the first time Abigor wished he had his father's ability to speak only to the Prince.  If he did so know Master Zenethor would intercept it and be furious with him.  Instead he kept his thoughts masked to those in the room and nodded to his master.  Abigor practically strolled over and smiled...check out the Princes stances!  Why what a lovely coincidence.  "Yes, Master Zenethor." 

He walked to his master's side and began his critique.  "He has been reading your Tome Master Zenethor, he has the basics of it, yet..."  He trailed off and walked closer to the handsome demon.  "He holds it so tightly, the weapon.  A lose grip M'Lord will actually give you better command.  Hold it like you would a..."  He hesitated a moment... "Well a flower.  Do not grip so tightly."  As he spoke Abigor came up behind the Prince and mimicked his stance.  His head by the Prince's ear.  His hand closed over Sabre's.  His other arm encircled the Prince's waist, he applied the slightest pressure to keep him in the position.  Shaking the Prince's wrist he repeated.  "Soft grip." 

Abigor marveled at the feel of Sabre in a somewhat embrace.  The fresh smell of his hair, intoxicating.  He felt his pulse increase.  As he demonstrated with Sabre he whispered so quietly so as to avoid Zenethor's wrath, "Do not believe all the lies you her sweet Prince...Impotent I assure you I am not...Play your cards right and I will show you...the magic I can weld."  He lifted his head up, his breath catching the silvery moonlit colored strands, as he continued to demonstrate. 

"You can maneuver your weapon with greater force this way.  Can you feel the difference the softer grip makes?"

Sabre tensed a little as he felt Abigor's arms close to him, one encircling his slender waist, another hand on his wrist.  It felt odd...confusing, no-one ever held him in that way and he just did not understand why his heart was beating so fast.  Then came that whisper so softly into his ear, a boast of prowess and Sabre came back to himself.

"I am sure I will be disappointed I doubt there is no magic you wield that will impress me Lord Abigor!" He hissed quietly back.

He did feel the sword felt a little better with the softer grip.

"You should stick to playing with your blade....you seem so good at it!" He said snipply.

Zenethor watched the pair through narrowed eyes, he was going to have problems here he could bank on it.  Cool and collected Abigor seemed to behaving unlike himself around the Prince, should he be surprised....he supposed not.....the Prince was part incubus and coming of age....which would mean he would be having seasons too.

Abigor inhaled sharply.  He was not used to this treatment.  Yes, he is the Prince but soon one day he would be Sabre's right hand.  His protector.  He was there at his birth, the death of his mother, through all his seasons.  Quietly watching him...protecting him.  The no good spoiled brat should be grateful, not disrespectful!  Bastard!

His eyes narrowed and his temper flared.  "You...dare..."  He let go and came in front of him.  Not caring if Zenethor heard.   "You are right Prince.  I do play my sword well!  Make no mistake you will need this skill."  He drew his sword and came face to face...growling deeply.  Abigor turned and laid a strike against the blade of the Prince.  It was not an especially powerful strike but one to take notice of.  "I suggest you learn how to use..."  He looked down right the Prince's neither region.  "Your sword.  For right now it is pathetic!"  With each word he laid a strike.  But never touched the blade again. 

His style was flawless his purple eyes blazed.  Who did this mere bookworm think he was.  Everything given to him.  Never did he work for anything.  His father babied him.  He growled.  "Come at me Prince..."  He sneered. 

Each blow jarred Sabre's arm, obviously he had struck a raw nerve with his Lordship and he was glad. He was just a bully like most of the Military's offspring, he had not met one yet that wasn't.  He stood his ground though not wavering, his black eyes glowed defiantly at each strike at each growled word.

The etched runes on his chest glowed deep violet, he had more than most demons, all drawn by himself, his rune lore was flawless, strength, guile, agility, to name a few of them.  He took a light step back to put a little distance between them and then he did something out of character, he did attack Abigor, angrily, the power of his runes driving him.  It was by no means perfect, but it was hard, it was fast and it was filled with raw power.  His blade hit Abigor's with an almighty crash.

"I might not be as good as you at playing Soldier!" He hissed.

"But make no mistake I do not fear you.....you need to understand your opponents better for what good is all your skill if you underestimate who you fight!"

Zenethor was a little taken aback at the seemingly gentle Prince's ferocity....maybe there was hope here after all.  He would let this play out there were lessons to be learned on both sides. Though Sabre's insolence to Abigor could not go unpunished, he had been warned once today, Abigor was older than him and he needed to show him respect.  Once this was done he would punish the Prince himself,there would be no comeback from the boy's father to Abigor then.  It seemed the Prince was in need of a good old fashioned whipping to teach him to respect his elders and those that were superior to himself in more athletic pursuits.  When this little spat was over the cane would find his bare backside at least a dozen times.

"You think I underestimated you?"  His voice jeered the graceful Prince.  "Maybe it is you who have underestimated me?"  With that he parried, and blocked.  "How do you know this isn't the response I was looking for?  Hmmmm?"  He arched his eyebrow turned and came back in letting his free hand caresses the side of the Princes face.  Abigor's steps are light and he moves back. 

"Do not think for a moment I underestimate you M'Lord.  We know all to well how...uh...potent you are."  He smirked.  Abigor could not help but tease him.  The passion in his black eyes when he had charged Abigor ignited something in him.  He wanted to see it again!

"Prince Sabre...."  His smile was churlish.  "Nor do I fear you.  It will be wise of you to remember this.  There is nothing I fear.  For if I did then I truly would only be a play solider...mmmm...."

He parried and struck the blade again.  This time his eyes flashing.  "And I do not need to rely on anything else...only a weak swords men needs to harness power from magic to fight.  IS this what you are Prince?  Should the tenth be worried when you succeed?  Will I only be the protector of a weakling?  His voice chided Sabre...challenged him...the Price struck a deep cord within the soon to be general. 

He had watched the rather reserved boy grow.  Part resented him for his lack of sport.  Always reading, writing, crafting a new spell.  Yet secretly he longed to be closer to him.  As the seasons passed Abigor had his duties to attend but he never was too far from the Prince.  Now finally together.  They would be forced to become acquainted.  Was Abigor ready for this? 

Sabre glared at Abigor, the anger in him a delicate flush on his face contrasting with his moonlight hair, his dark eyes almost feverish with it.

"A good fighter can combine and use both....I don't care if you think me weak....I know I am not!" He spat.

"I don't need you to protect me...I can look after myself!"

Zenethor watched as the two young men fought,  Abigor all calm control...Sabre was raw and undisciplined power...but it was there...there ability to become better...if he could just control his damn temper and his mouth.

He had seen enough, he grabbed Sabre by his collar and forced him to drop the blade.

"You will humble yourself before Abigor and beg his forgiveness for your behaviour!" The Weapons Master growled.

The Prince glared in undisguised anger at the General's son and twisted and fought like a wildcat in Zenethor's grip.

"Never....I will never do it.....I will never beg before him....NEVER!" He hissed.

Zenethor took a deep breath.

"Very well...then suffer the consequence of that!"

He dragged the young man to the weapons rack and almost threw him half across it, he ripped down his breeches in one fluid move and heftily applied the cane to the Prince's rear. Fourteen more times it hit Sabre, but he did not cry out not even once.  He would not give Abigor the satisfaction.

As Zenethor applied the sixteenth stroke he spoke in a angry growl.

"You will learn to curb your mouth and your temper and you will mind your manners in this room...am I understood!"

He dragged Sabre back and gestured for him to pull up his breeches, the boy stood there pale and silent, his eyes glittering with hatred.

"AM I UNDERSTOOD!" He roared to the Prince.

Sabre nodded, saying nothing.

Zenethor gestured to Abigor.

"Now humble yourself before Abigor and apologise for your insolence or you will get a further whipping." He said smoothly.

Sabre walked forward and he stared up at Abigor with undisguised anger.

"I apologise Lord Abigor!" he said through gritted teeth.

Abigor backed up the minute Zenethor collared Sabre.  This was it!  He knew it was a matter of time before the Master would get incised.  He was surprised Zenethor didn't reprimand him as well.  But, by his taunts it helped expose a side of the Prince he didn't realize existed.

It delighted him that Sabre defied Zenethor.  Yes!  A proper whipping!  His own hide stung with many a memory of his own beatings, but he soon learned the way of Zenethor and now he only received them because he was arrogant as the master said and needed to be brought down a peg or two.  The lashing was intoxicating!  The Prince didn't howl once!  Not even a whimper!  Damnit...how sweet a coo would have been! 

He stood where he had the best view of his supple rear.  His skin smooth and unmarred was soon red and smarting.  There was no denying the general's son was quite taken with the insolent Prince.  He could feel his blood heating up with each strike of the cane.  He longed to be the one whipping him, touching him.  He stepped back when Master Zenethor commanded the Prince to pick up his breeches and apologize. 

Part of him yearned to see the Prince whipped further but it was not to be.  He apologized.  Not very convincingly but he did.

"It is accepted.  Prince Sabre..."  He hesitated...  "You were much more skilled and adept to the study of the sword.  You impressed me.  Not many do..."  He looked into the black eyes of the demon before him.  "I would be humbled if you would show me, teach me more of the ways of magic and rune lore."  He chuckled, "Be warned before you agree or disagree I am not as pleasent a student as you were today."

A pale pink flush came to the Prince's cheeks as Abigor praised him and then a look of confusion in his dark eyes at the request to be taught about magic.  He was suspicious at first, was Abigor just making fun of him?

He didn't know what to say at the moment, his anger and humiliation at being taunted and thoroughly whipped was still at the forefront, his smarting seat gave testament to that.

"I suppose I could do that....you could join me in the library when you are not training." He said softly.

He just felt like the General's son would use it as an opportunity to ridicule what he could do, spread lies about him and how he was weak.  Sabre turned to look to Zenethor, his eyes lowered slightly, he was a master here, one that had just punished him.

"May I be excused now please Master Zenethor?"

The Weapons Master regarded the Prince quite sternly and  moved forward to place his fingers beneath his chin and force his handsome face to look up.

"Firstly you never lower your head.....you are a Prince....secondly you will arrive on time tomorrow of you will find my cane to be your close friend again....and yes you may be excused."

Sabre bowed to him and then tilted his head to Abigor and strode stiffly from the room.  Zenethor looked to his most favoured pupil with a faint smile.

"I think we can work with him hmmm Abigor?" He said quietly.

"He is raw, angry, out to prove he is as good as anyone else.....he has the makings of a King."

Abigor watched as Sabre left.  He saw the distrust in his eyes and yet he opened his door.  The lord would take that opportunity to get to know this Prince whom he witnessed everyday but obviously knew nothing of him.

"Yes Master Zenethor.  It is a most welcomed surprise.  I was fearing he would be weak or worse than weak...timid!"  His smile turned toward the Master.  "I can see we will have our hands full too.  He is most distrustful!"  There was no mistaking the mirth in his eyes and voice.

He excused himself from his master to see to the gallery and its putting back in order.  One thing he detested was an unorganized work space.  Abigor began to tend to the two weapons.  He cleaned, sharpened them, and cleaned them again.  Only when he was satisfied he began to oil them.  As he worked his mind kept going over in his mind the scene.  Somewhere along the way Prince Sabre grew up.  How Abigor missed it he did not know.  True when they were much younger they had been kept together but they were so different that any chance Abigor had to escape he did.  All too soon he had to begin training.  This was something the young lord could not wait for this so when finally granted permission he literally threw himself into it.

Morning, noon, and night he could be seen either in the gallery or the courtyard training.  As he grew so did the attention of both male and female.  Though not beautiful in Sabre's sense...no demon compared there...he posed a handsome, powerful allure.  Which he took full advantage of.  He was not one to bother with the thoughts of furthering his bloodline, to the upsetment of his parents.  He felt he had many years before this was needed to be done for now he took and gave pleasure where and when he wanted. 

He took out the wooden bokken and began to practice some more.  He did need to learn magic better and his rune lore was solely lacking.  His mind kept bringing to mind the black eyes, the graceful stance of the Prince.  His full lips...  Abigor shook his head and rumbled.  With each thought he struck the dummy targets harder.  He kept this up for a few hours until complete physical exhaustion overtook him.  The large demon growled and for once did not clean up his mess as he stormed from the gallery.

His path was furious as he headed for the library and banged the door open.  His eyes traveled the room until it rested on his target.  "I am ready Prince Sabre.  In here you will be Master, but make no mistake...you will not be striking me with any cane!" 

Sabre had been curled in an armchair by the fire with a book and a cup of hot spiced wine, he needed to unwind after the training.  He had gone back to his room and bathed, wincing in pain as the hot water had lapped over the welts.  He had changed into a long silken shift, the colour of amethyst, it was belted at the waist with a jewelled cord.  It was easier on his sore body.

He looked up in surprise as he saw Abigor, sweated from his training, eyes full of fury as he gazed upon him.  He was the last person he had thought to see here tonight, obviously Abigor could not wait to humiliate him in some way so he could boast it to his lovers and friends.

He uncurled himself from his comfortable position and rose, sitting thus had suddenly made him feel vulnerable...and very much aware of how the silk moved over him and that it made him look too much like his mother, the violet contrasting with his silvery white hair.

"What is it you want to learn Lord Abigor?" He asked a little uncertain where to start with this ball of pent up fury.

"I take it you have some understanding...perhaps if you can share with me what you do know...it will help me work out what I can teach you."  His black eyes eased slightly and regarded the General's son with a little amusement.

"Would you like a servant to fetch you something to eat and drink?" He asked almost courteously.

"And I don't cane people...I will leave such things to Lord Zenethor...my punishments are a lot more subtle." He mused....letting Abigor make of that what he would.

Abigor's breathing was still elevated.  The combination of his own thoughts while practicing and the sight of the Prince had him ready to self combust.  He certainly did not expect to see him looking this desirable, this soft, this beautiful.  Where's he must have looked like a savage beast!  Sweating, hair still in the cloth securing it back, his shirt sticking to him, huffing like an animal, eyes darkened.

"What?  I know next to nothing on Rune Lore."  He didn't even look ashamed it was just a statement.  "What I know of magic...I know how to harness the energy, to strike with its power but not sustain it."  Abigor's eyes followed every move the Prince made.  The amethyst robe accentuated his looks.  For a split second Abigor wondered how his rear was.  He even wondered how red and fiery it might appear.  A low rumble started in his stomach.

He was thinking in a bit of an abstract way when he said, "Yes, please I have not had anything..."  He hesitated and thought for a moment only to shrug nonchalantly.  "I cannot remember last when I've had, but I like blackberries.  Please if you would arrange it.  Perhaps I should change?"  He only just realized he was not really presentable.  Yet he shrugged again, what did it matter it was only magic right....

"What are you drinking?  May I have some?"  Abigor was oddly being courteous.  He felt ill at ease and for the first time unsure of his prowess.  This half incubus was wrecking with his senses.

His last thoughts were of his comments about his punishments were a lot more subtle...what in all the underworld did this mean?

Sabre nodded.

"Blackberries...an odd choice...I would have had you pegged as a meat lover." The young Prince said softly.

He did not bother to summon a servant, he turned to the table by the fire and gave a delicate twist of his hand.  A bowl appeared, ornately worked in gold and within it sat large plump juicy blackberries, to its side in matching gold was another bowl filled with thick fresh cream.

Another delicate action bought about a matching goblet filled with the same warm spiced wine.

"Are you able to manipulate magic to bring you what you desire?" Sabre asked gesturing to the food and drink so that Abigor might help himself.

The General's son had been bluntly honest stating he knew nothing of Rune Lore, Sabre was quite surprised at that he thought that all  demons, high born and low born, had a rudimentary knowledge of it.

"Not being able to sustain energy comes because you are trying to use it like a blunt tool, forcing it to you....rather than treating it like a living thing...you told me to hold the sword softly....I am telling you to caress magic when you call on it."  He said as he reached for his goblet and took a sip, licking a drop of wine beaded on his lip after taking it.

"I will be blunt with you Lord Abigor....you are a raging bull....me....not so much which is why I have a better hold  over myself in situations that require..well...elegance...deep control...you are a fine swordsman...you have control in that area....but you need to temper yourself if you are to have control in both skills."

He turned away, bending over to reach a book by the chair, the silk rippling over his form, he straightened and handed it to Abigor.  It was almost as if he knew he might be coming, it was a book on Rune Lore.

"You need to read this....it is a beginners book in Rune Lore....aimed at children really...when you are done and have a base understanding about what it is you want to do....then I might be able to assist you."  He turned, picked up the book he had been reading and tucked it under his arm and headed towards the door.

"Please do enjoy the Blackberries...they will be exquisite with the cream!" He almost purred as he left the room closing the door gently behind him.

Sabre walked back to his room with a certain amount of satisfaction, a small smile playing about his lips. He may have to cow-tow to Abigor in the Sword Gallery but in the library he was his own man. He felt an odd shiver course through him when he recalled the angry sweated General's son standing in the library doorway looking at him hungrily.

He shook his head....no....he was not going to be one of Abigor's conquests....and he had heard there had been a few.  Quite a few women in his father's court had walked shamefully from his quarters seen by many who whispered behind their hands.  There had also been talk of one or two males too.

He reached his room and opened the door to find his father waiting within, he was a tall foreboding demon, cold, and demanding.

"Where have you been dressed in that manner?" His father snapped.

"I was in the library Father....only for a short while....just to get a book." He replied, quietly shutting the door.

The King looked him up and down.

"Zenethor tells me he had caused to give you a good honest whipping....you will be more diligent at your swordplay and mind what he tells you!" He hissed softly.

"Or next time I will be the one to give you a beating boy.....but I will be careful not to mar your beautiful face!"  He reached out and his claw lightly stroked down Sabre's cheek.

The prince watched his father leave and only when the door was closed and he heard the heavy footfalls grow distant he muttered under his breath.

"I hate you!"

He went to his bed and sat upon the edge, trying to still his heart which was racing from his father's threat.  His throat felt tight, and his eyes burned but he would not cry, that would be weak and he had decided a long time back he would not be weak.  He had no true friends, his father did not allow that!  He was not allowed to go out of the castle unless heavily escorted....his father wouldn't allow that either!  In fact there were nothing he could do that was not decreed by his father.

Abigor was in awe of this magnificent sight.  The berries...the cream...he actually chuckled when the Prince mention he seemed more suited as a meat lover.  He arched his eyebrow in amusement.

He could not wield his magic to garner his needs or wants.  So this was still a mystery to him.  And Sabre was right he wielded his use, if you could call it that, like a weapon.   Did he appear like that?  A raging bull?

As Sabre spoke he looked at the dish, the cream, and then the wine.

"I trust you know what you mean.  I'll read it."  He took the book and met the Prince's eyes. 

One thing he would do is read the children's book, he was nothing if not through.  he watched as the silk moved fluidly against the Prince's body.  He felt the tingle in his groin.  He did not expect this.  No he wanted what his minds eye had already concocted.  A weasely, minisucle, weakling.  Not this subtle, powerful, and alluring Prince.  Sabre was beautiful.

He moved with grace.  He spoke eloquently.  His silver hair and black eyes contrasted nicely with his full red lips.  Ahhhh his lips.  How many have kissed those perfect lips?  Has he explored all there was with his body?  Would his father allow him too?

"I will read it Prince.  Then I will come find you."  He smirked, "As for meat...you are not too far off but I do enjoy the juices of a fresh berry.  So succulent...when ripe..."  His eyes glowed as it traveled over Sabre's graceful form.

Abigor looked over the book and dined on the fruit.  Sabre was right, delicious.  He mused over what transpired.  He had the book ready, was he expecting me?  He leafed through the pages as the door opened.   His father...the general.

"Abigor, the gallery is a mess!  What is the meaning of this?"  His father's red eyes gleamed bright. 

Standing and saluting him respectfully Abigor nodded.  "I will clean it before the night has weaned father." 

The demon was as tall as his son and while he was pleased with his sons skill with the blade he worried over his severe discipline.  The boy grew into a man yet still took what he wanted.  Had no care that domestic responsibilities had to be met.  This worried him...worried the demons mother...yet to press his son would only met with resistance.

"See to it son."  The demon left the room wanting to say more but knowing to pick his battles with the headstrong youngling. 

Abigor rolled his eyes.  He had left in a hurry but could not help it.  He was consumed with his desire to see and speak with this Prince whom changed right before his eyes. 

He finished the sweet fruit and smiled.  There was something sweeter he wanted to taste.  He left the room to go clean the gallery and change.  He had pent up rage and energy.  He needed to find an outlet.

Viola was sulking. 

The Prince had ignored her all day!  he was with Lord Abigor who was also being distant.  She approached the library when Sabre left and after waiting a little bit watched as Abigor's father entered then left...soon followed by his son.

Viola followed him to the gallery.  She entered quietly.  "Lord Abigor...  Why did you not come get me to watch you spar with the Prince?"  She pouted.

"How could you deny me time with the boy.  You know his father keeps him locked away!  He is pure...  Imagine the energy he possess!  We could harness that power Abigor!  harness it!,

She walked closer until she was in his arms but Abigor had no desire for Viola in that way.  He liked them submissive...though he loved the fight to break them he didn't wish for it to be all fight and with Viola it would be more fight than fun.

His book was on Rune Magic...an old book, not seen by very many eyes, he laid on his stomach and started to leaf through the pages.  He had to lay on his belly, laying on his rear was uncomfortable, painfully so...but despite it he felt an odd shred of pleasure, probably because he defied Zenethor and Abigor and he had never defied anyone before in his life.

The book showed him new Runes, interesting long forgotten ones and it was these that interested the young prince most of all. He softly said some of the names out loud, liking the way they sounded.

"Sapria." The Rune that allowed one to drain strength from an enemy.

"Lunarith." The Rune that allowed you to create moonlight in darkness.

"Ithior." The Rune that could bind two demons to each other.

All of them were were interesting, but he would start with 'Sapria' when he had finished his lesson with Zenethor and Abigor tomorrow.  He was sure it would take the General's son days to read the book he had given him....if he could even read that was.

Abigor looked over to where he placed the book Sabre had given him.  For once he wanted to read something and not delve into the many pleasure of the flesh. 

He had no desire for Viola but the way she held him and used her...err...assets was beginning to wear on his resolve.  But, he persevered.  Pushing her to arms length and creating some distances.

"Viola!  You knew we were here...perhaps if you were not trying to waylay another you'd have remembered and been here,  hmmm?"  He pulled the cloth that was holding his hair back and tossed it over the book casually. 

Viola's eyes slid over and she gave him a half smile.   "Since when do you read?  Or is this a ploy to catch him?  Will I need to count you as one of my competitors?"  She had walked over to the book and flipped a few pages before barking a quick chuckle.  "This is a child's book!  What are you two up too?"  She whirled around and approached him.

Abigor was almost done cleaning up and he turned to her.  "I am way above you on the ladder love, no need to worry over me and any perceived competition for we are not even on the same level.  Besides, I take what I want Viola.  I can assure you he is not my type.  But, neither are you so it would appear you two just might be perfect for one another.  Don't worry I'll put in a good word for you.  Now please leave me for the evening."

The last part was said low and in a growl.  Letting her know he truly wished to be alone.

Abigor was edgy.  He still needed an outlet.  Viola only made it worse.  He watched her leave, her fine ass wiggling as her long tail whipped back and forth.  Yes!  He needed an outlet.

He grabbed the book and his head wrap and quickly went to his chamber.  He bathed and changed.  Leaving the book on the table by the fire place for later.  Part of him burned with embarrassment.  Is that what Prince Sabre was looking to do?  Embrassess him?  Maybe tell the court how he knew nothing of Rune Lore?  He could see this bookish brat doing something along those lines.  He growled.

He needed to get out...drinks...dancing...women...men....whichever and whomever...

He left his chambers and headed towards the distractions he craved at the moment.  To get lost for the night...

Sabre sent his book aside and climbed into bed, there was no way he would dare not to, if his father found out he had left his chamber for any reason at all other than for something he had sanctioned there would be penalties...he had suffered then once or twice, he had not been able to leave his room for four days after the last.

Ana came in with a warm drink for him and she smiled patting his face.

"Don't you go making Zenethor angry again!" She said wagging her finger at him with a soft smile.

"Do you require ointment for your pain my Princeling..Ana can apply it...nothing I have not seen a hundred times before!"

Sabre flushed red with embarrassment at the thought of displaying his rear to the old demon and her rubbing ointment on his rump like a baby!

"No Ana.....I am fine.....it was my own fault and I should bear it!" He said quickly.

It was stuff like this he wished would stop, the old woman meant well but if she went cackling about it outside to her friends he would be a laughing stock.  Abigor already thought he was a baby and could do nothing for himself....why compound it with stuff like this.

"Good Night my little darling."  She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Night Ana." He said quietly....wishing he could be like normal people his age and do what they were doing instead of living in this comfortable cage.

As Sabre lay there in bed watching the dying fire a thought came to him, what was the point of being so adept in magic if he could not use it to his advantage.  He wanted to go out, to a tavern in the town and mingle among people and see things.  He quietly got out of bed and went to his wardrobe and pulled on the least conspicuous clothes that he possessed, a pair of tan breeches, a cream shirt and a tan and gold brocade coat.  He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, his most telling feature was his hair....so he spoke a few soft words and run his hand over his silvery white locks which turned a chestnut brown.

He grinned to himself....better.

Slowly he turned towards the door and peered out into the antechamber where Ana sat darning and he knew he had to get past her.  For this he used one of his Runes, Stealth to be precise along with Unseen.  He tiptoed out into the corridor and almost run out of the South Wing and down into the courtyard and out into the streets below the castle.  There were people....well demons....loads of them going about their business and he dipped into the nearest tavern...it was called 'The Horned Temptress'.

Once inside he stopped and stared at the scene, demons, high born and low all carousing, womanising, getting drunk. He wondered whether actually he should have come here...but he did...he was here now.  Problem was he was not sure what to do...now that he was.

Abigor had entered the tavern and noted Viola already there.  In the arms of one of his father's commanders!  She was too good at her skill for her own good.  He weaved though the crowd and ordered a red wine.  Taking it to arable where he spotted a few friends.

It was true that the general's son had his pick of woman...yet he leaned towards men.  Women held no challage.  They threw themselves at him and this displeased him.  The challenge of winning the object of his affection was what he loved about men.  They would first act as though they didn't want it only to find themselves moaning in delight hours later.  This is not to say that a few of the women here did not peak his interest for some did...Babet, Zula, and Lilith all knew how to make him fight.  And he loved them for it.

As he laughed and spoke a figure entered one he did not know.  A chestnut haired beauty.  He nudged Lord Kora, the other male warrior looked and was instantly drawn.  He hiss to Abigor..."An Incubus!  Makes for a lovely evening.  Shall I beckon him?"  Kora's green eyes glowed.  Without waiting for Abigor as he seemed entranced by the new arrival.  Kora stood his imposing height and girth aimed at the new demon who entered.  He waved and gestured to the new comer.  "Over here mate!"  He called and smiled.

Abigor growled...could be just what he'd been looking for..but those eyes.....where had he seen them before....

Viola noticed the newcomer and watched as the boys called him over...it would do her well to find out who he was and if he was worth spending time with...

Sabre looked over to the table that hailed him and his heart fell....why did Abigor have to be here of all the places.  He walked slowly to the table and gave an uncertain smile.

"My Lords.....good evening." He said softly.

He knew Abigor of course, the larger demon was Lord Kora....the amused one in the far corner was Lord Uric.  He had heard rumours about the court of what endeavours all three of them had been involved in and he knew that staying would not be wise.

"It seems my friends are not here.....I should move on and find then." He said softly.

He lowered his dark eyes not wanting to meet their gazes directly.

He turned to leave...this was a bad idea, he should go home right now.

"Farewell to you my lords." He said to them as he did so.

Abigor could not look away.  An incubus!  How delightful!

The demon spoke but he was trying to head off!  No, no, no...this would not do!  not at all!

With a smile he gently grabbed the new comers wrist.  Awkwardly walking around the table.  "Not too worry, stay with us..."  He smiled softly...alluringly..."Your friends might be delayed.  Stay have some wine." He pulled another chair from a nearby table. 

"I'm Abigor...Lord Abigor...and your name?"  He had not let go of the demons wrist as his thumb softly rubbed the inner wrist of this new comer.

He was lightly pushed into the chair and a goblet of wine was banged into the table in front of him, Abigor held his wrist tightly, gently stroking the soft skin in the inside of it.

"My name?" He said his eyes widening.

Sabre was a little scared now, Abigor would not let go.

"I really cannot stay my lords....please let me leave." He said a little more urgently, his voice trembling a little.

The spell he had cast slipped a little and a few strands of silver streaked the side of his head nearest to Abigor.

"Saberion....like the Prince.....now please I have to go!" He tried to pull away from the firm grip that held him , but became aware that Kora was now blocking his exit, even Uric was eying him hungrily.

Abigor noticed the others crowding in...oh no...no..no...no...this would not do!   He slowly rumbled and gripped tighter on the demons wrist.  Just when he was about to lay his claim the hint of silver appeared...Saberion....like the Prince?  Those eyes!  DAMN!  This was the Prince! 

He reacted very protectively which made him surprised.  "You heard him!  He needs to find his friends...leave...  back up and let him go...now....."  He spoke in a hiss and one that left no question that this demon incubus was not for their taking.

His eyes bore into Uric and Kona...they left little for argument.  His stare was cold, hard, and unyielding.

Abigor released the demons wrist.  He stood but his eyes burned into the other two still, which backed off reluctantly.

"Shame you need to leave...Saberion...Maybe I can see you out?"  He looked at the glass untouched.  "Or we could get our own table...surely you realized your kind would stir up much desire in this place...one like you needs...protection."  He let his arm go around the demon waist.  "Perhaps alone we could wait for your...err..friends?" 

This was interesting...when did the Prince scare up the nerve to come here!  He was most intrigued.  He let his desire flicker for a moment and it wasn't for the image he portrayed here it was for who he really was and this scared the confident warrior more than anything.

Sabre was steered into a private booth by Abigor, the goblet of wine set down once more, he was visibly shaking now.  He had to get back, if his father or Ana checked his room there would be an uproar.  His father would beat him to an inch of his life for being in a place like this, not to mention have his physician check him to see if he had been violated or doing the violating.

"Please I need to get back!" He said urgently.

"I was curious to where people my age....your age go....I did not know that I would draw attention....honestly......please just let me go!" He implored the General's son.

What if Abigor decided he wanted to use him? A secret coup for a General's son to use a Prince in disguise...Sabre would be able to do nothing, say nothing, now he was scared.

"Let me go home....continue your evening.....I am sure Kora and Uric will prove fine company.....you don't even really like me!" He said quietly.

Abigor couldn't believe it!  How many nights had he come here and never even thought of the Prince?  Too many!  The one night he comes to forget him and he shows up in disguise.

He remembered what he told Viola a short while ago, he had no interest in the Prince or her...part of it was a lie.  He was becoming more and more interested in this enigma sitting next to him.  Clearly shaking and out of his element.  Abigor knew he could violate him at this moment.  But to do that would violate everything he had been trained to do.

No, never! Abigor heard Master Zenethor...he was to be this demons protector.  His last line of defense.  This was something born and beaten into him.  His natural senses took over and the only thing he could think of was keeping him safe and getting him home.

Abigor finally spoke in a whisper..."Before we leave you must calm yourself.  I know who you really are.  Shhhh, No need to explain to me.  I know how controlling your father is!"  He looked around and took a casual sip from his own glass.  ,Let us rise together as if we are leaving for my chambers.  No one else can tell.  Once you are safe inside the castle we can sneak you back into your room.  Next time just ask me."  He looked at the Prince and winked.  "We can cause some fun!  I can have one of my stable hands pose in your bed as you and we can have some fun...maybe even find you a women...or something else?  Next time we plan it Prince"

He noticed that his friends were now not paying attention and nobody seemed the wiser.  "If you are ready it is safe to go."  He nodded and went to rise. 

Then he asked the Prince a question. "What gave you the impression I didn't like you?  If I did that I apologize, you are not anything what I had assumed you to be.  I think it might turn out quite pleasant getting to know you."  He lightly put his hand of the Prince's lower back guiding him out.  A little for show as to let others know this incubus was taken...
And a little for his own benefit.

Sabre was still terrified but he tried hard to stop himself from shaking.

"You don't like me....you think me a weak pampered brat....I see it in your eyes." He said softly.

As for Abigor's suggestion that they do this again so that they might find him a companion was out of the question.  If his father even caught a scent out of place he would be interrogated by him and forced to the physician which was humiliating and painful.  It happened once before, even though Sabre had been nowhere, his father's suspicion went into overdrive, he whipped his son mercilessly and Sabre was not seen out in over a week.  What the Physician had done was horrible, painful and done in front of his father.  When it was confirmed that the Prince was as he should be and no sign of violation, his father had relented and bought him a new book, fussing him like a child.

"I can't!" He said softly.

Then came that firm hand on the small of his back and Sabre felt hot, flushed and at a loss for words.

He did as Abigor ordered him and allowed himself to be steered through the bar where no-one paid him any more attention.  Soon they were out in the street and Sabre eased himself away from the possessive touch.  They made their way back to the castle as Abigor lived there too, the guards did not bat an eyelid when they saw the General's son with a handsome young man at his side...such was commonplace, Abigor did like his conquests and he liked them pretty.

Abigor just shook his head, then lowered his gaze.  "You're right.  I did think you pampered and weak.  I still think you are pampered...maybe not weak.  Training will see if today was a freak burst or you really are a King in the making."

He just smiled and could see his eyes changing with different emotions.  Abigor knew...it was his father...the King.  He wouldn't press.  His only concern was to get Sabre home and safe.

He nodded at the guards as they entered.  He couldn't resist he eased in closer and with their hair blocking the full view it would look like he was nuzzling or kissing his newest beauty but instead whispered, "They think you are mine...and we are going to enjoy a long blissful not of lust...tell me Prince...what is it you lust for...what is it you really came looking to find?  Viola?  Another like her...many would love to lay with you...or did you come for something or someone else..."  He didn't finish he wanted to tease the boy.  Part incubus yet so pure it was too tempting. 

Abigor eased back.  "So will you run back to your chamber?  Or follow me to mine?"  He didn't wait to see.  He figured the Prince would head for his own chamber.  But Abigor couldn't help but push the Prince.

Sabre flushed hotly as Abigor spoke and teased him mercilessly.

"No I am not interested in Viola...she is....not ...." He faltered and lowered his eyes.

He turned when he reached the part of the castle that led to his room.

"Are you going to help me sneak back in....you can create a diversion with Ana." He said shyly.

"As for what I lust for....well that is for me to know and you to find out." He said with a small smile.

He shook his head and the chestnut colour melted away and as replaced by the moonlight silver hair, making him look beautiful again.

"So does your charm extend to old nurse maids?" He mused.

"Or just poor unfortunate Incubi?"

Abigor turned back..."Sorry yes right of course."  He watched the transformation take place and he inhaled sharply.  Sabre was by far the most beautiful demon he had a pleasure to be close too.

"Ahhh, I make no excuses my chams are for any who wish to receive it."  He came to the entrance of the Prince's chamber.  "Let me go woo sweet Ana."  He hesitated and stepped back..."As for you lustful desires...I will be eager to discover what these are."  He chuckled and entered finding Ana by the fireside.

"Ana!  Sweet, sweet Ana...I fear I may have tweaked a muscle in my thigh today.  Your over eager Prince tried to best me my love.  Please tell me you have a remedy?"

Ana scoffed.  "Abigor!  Do not try to sweeten me with your sugared words.  I know what a wicked boy you are and something tells me the Princes training had nothing to do with the strain."  He went to rebuke her and Ana held her hands up to silence him.  "Hush!  You may wake the Prince and I will not allow your wicked ways to taint him just yet.  Naughty, naughty boy though you are, I know he is in the best of hands with you and Zenethor."

He clamped his mouth down and continued to chuckle.  As the nursemaid leaned into his thigh Abigor looked up and winked at the Prince.

Sabre moved using his Runes silently past the pair, as he reached the slightly ajar door of his bedroom he turned to look at Abigor as his nursemaid worked on his thigh most vigorously, to be honest he was shocked at how much she seemed to be enjoying it.  He looked with tilted head to Abigor as he winked and silently he mouthed two words to him.

"Thank You." He slipped within his room and quickly got undressed and back into bed, feeling safe at last.

Tonight had been a scare for him, he had no idea...no understanding of what it was like outside these walls, nor what a coveted prize he might be by so many.  The way Abigor, Kora and Uric had looked at him with such lustful intent in the beginning had terrified him.  If Abigor had not realised who he was, it was likely he would not be lying safe in his bed, but being lustfully abused by all three demon lords against his will.

He could still hear Ana in the bedroom working on Abigor, and he mused a smile, he slipping on a robe and went to the door pretending that he had been woken, his voice sleepy.

"Ana.....what goes on here.....?" He asked sweetly.

He then pretended to notice Abigor.

"Oh...Lord Abigor....I did not realise you and Ana were...actually I am not quite sure what you are doing....I am sorry to interrupt."  He turned with a wry smile and got back into bed knowing Abigor would make him pay for that tomorrow.

Ana tended to the demons thigh and as she did she noted nothing appeared wrong with it.  What was he up to?  When she went to scold him they both looked up and were graced with sabre's sleepy voice.  He sounded so innocent.

"Did we wake you my Prince."  But the boy was already going back to bed.  Ana wasn't one to get flustered but she felt something was up here.  She quickly looked over at the general's son.  "I do not know, nor do I care what you were up to but mind you if anything happens to him I will have you boiled in your own skin."  She got up and gestured for him to leave.

Between the jab from Sabre and the scolding from Ana he was now more worked up then before he went out.

"I wasn't up to anything Ana.  In fact if you only knew the restraint I showed this evening...Alright I am going...don't want to bother the innocent sweet Prince."  His voice dripped with sarcasm.  He left the Prince's chambers and headed back to his own.  He stopped by the maids quarters and lured one back with him.  The gurads shook their heads tonight the general's son was in rare form.

Sabre got up early the next morning, washed, dressed and broke his fast and arrived in the Training Area early.  His mind was on last night and he was perusing the rack of weapons and did not hear Zenethor join him.  The Master looked the young Prince over, he was less formally dressed than yesterday, clothes more suited to training and he was early....the boy learned quickly.

Though he seemed a little distracted today, and Zenethor already knew why, he was not the Master of Weapons and Spies for nothing.  The boy had snuck out last night and gone to look about town and had been bought back by Abigor.  No harm done it seemed....so his father did not need to know.

Talking of Abigor, he did not seem to be present yet, so Zenethor decided to start without him, cutting him a little slack for protecting the Prince the night before.

"Sabre....pick up the weapon you were using yesterday, let me see if you remember your stance correctly and if you do we will look at how you defend first.  You would be better at attack with Abigor I think."

Sabre nodded and picked up the blade he had used yesterday and took up the stance for Zenethor who looked him over with a grin.

"Very good Sabre....you learn quickly indeed."

Abigor had stayed up far too late.  After Alli had left he was still restless and so he opened the book.  It was a child's reader.  But, it held a wealth of beginner's knowledge.  So he reread it once more. 

He finally got himself together and instead of heading straight to the training gallery he stopped by the barracks.  He whispered to two of his friends Lord Kora and Uric whom smiled and nodded.  He straightened up and in his usual aggressive stride. 

Upon entering the gallery he noticed Sabre already in his stance with Master Zenethor coaching him.  He strode to the weapons rack pulled his sword and moved towards the training dummies.  He stretched and took a few practice swings.  Through his eyes kept sliding over to the duo.  Every so often he would catch Sabre's eye and with a huge grin he'd wink.

Taking a clean light blue cloth he tied his hair back.  He went through his drills.  Counting his steps and his turns.  Every so often going over to the dummy and inspecting where his sword had pierced the bullseye.  Sometimes he growled in displeasure and sometimes he nodded with a smile.

Two demons entered the gallery one with vibrant red hair the other with inky black like Abigor's.  Lord Kora the dark haired demon bowed eloquently at the Prince as did Lord Uric.  Lord Kora spoke.  "Pleasure Prince Sabre.  Do you mind if we join your training? I am not sure you remember us.  I am Lord Kora and this is Lord Uric.  You may remember us from enchantments.  Lady Fern taught us back then."  He smiled though there was a hint of something else shimmering in his dark eyes.  Both Lords waited for Master Zenethor and Price Sabre's okay before advancing upon the weapons rack. 

When the two older Lords, Abigor's friends entered the Training Gallery, Sabre's face paled visibly.  Why would they be here unless Abigor had invited them....had he told them?  Had they had a good laugh about it?

"I do remember you My Lord Kora....though I did not stay in Lady Fern's class for long, my ability was apparent and I was given private tuition very quickly." He said trying not to show that he was disconcerted by their arrival.

"As for you remaining I suppose that is entirely up to Master Zenethor, if he permits it then I have no issue with it."

Zenethor looked from the Lords to Sabre and then to Abigor who was smirking across the way.  There was more here than met the eye, likely to do with last night as both Lords were with Abigor in the tavern...so his spies informed him.

"I have no problems with you remaining...but you will practice over there and do not interfere in my lesson...do I make myself understood."

Zenethor turned back to Sabre.

"Now that Abigor has arrived....shall we look at your attack my Prince...Abigor will tutor you whilst I keep an eye on Kora and Uric....I would see they have not become sloppy lazing about the barracks!"

Abigor tried to appear as if Lord Kora and Uric's visit was just a lucky coincidence.  But he could see Master Zenethor saw right through him.  Yet he just grinned wider, rising his eyebrows and gave a look as to say I am innocent....

"Ah yes...Prince Sabre.  How delightful to see you so early this morning.  I fear I was out late helping a wayward wonder back to safety.  Pity too for he was such an interesting fellow.  One I would have liked to have gotten to know better.  Tsk...Tsk..."  His smile was wicked and yet at the same time playful even.  "Poor Ana had to see to my tightened muscles.  Her hands are magic, have you let her rub you yet?"  So innocent the question yet how deliciously not.   

"Ana is quite a dear you know.  Do not let on but I feel I love her more than my own mother.  Must be all the rubbing.  Sorry we disturbed your sweet, innocent dreams."   All the while he spoke he prepared himself and once ready he singled to Sabre.  "Okay please show your attack Prince Sabre."

He wasn't sure if his teasing would have any effect on him.  The Prince seemed last night scared, nervous, and of all things innocently curious.  This slightly bothered him...for he couldn't get a read on the Prince.  One minute he felt him wanting to be closer and the next he felt as if he thought him disgusting.  He wondered if Master Zenethor would whip him today.  Maybe he would let the Prince watch or better yet maybe he would get to witness another of the Prince's thrashings...no matter what he knew one of them was going to leave with a sore rump.

Sabre just smiled wryly, he was not going to let anything show.

"To be honest...I don't tend to get injured in the way that requires that sort of attention." He said smoothly.

"And I am surprised you would want to get to know anyone from what I hear...I understand your...friendships are somewhat shortlived once you have gotten to know people." He said smiling brightly.

He could play Abigor at this game if that was what he wanted, he took up a stance opposite the General's son.  He held the blade a  lot more softly than he had the day before, and when he attacked Abigor, he was viper quick and light on his feet.

Zenethor watched the pair from the corner of his eye and shook his head, he knew what Abigor wanted, he had known him long enough and he would deny it to him this day.  Let him go unfulfilled in whatever cruelty he was about.  Sabre whilst acting feisty was full of trepidation, but he was doing well, and his movement was supple and smooth, he had turned up early and was sticking up for himself which were all goods signs.

He would speak to Abigor privately afterwards, it was high time he was put in his place would a good down to earth scolding from a man he regarded as his father more than his own actual father.

Abigor chuckled.  "I am surprised someone of your character listens to idol gossip."  He mocked indignation.  The Prince certainly was a spit fire this was for sure!  Fast on his feet and he noted how his held the sword.  His grip loose but firm.  He smiled.  Yes, he was a fast learner.  He also noted he was not weak either.  As they clashed he became acutely aware of just how supple and desirable the Prince's body was. 

Abigor blocked and as he did he repeated what he was doing so the Prince could watch for the moves the next time around.  "You can tell your enemy will use this move as you attack watch how my shoulders roll.  It is a telltale sign one you will witness countless times."  They separated and Abigor let the point of his sword run across the prince's inner thigh.  "You may want to try getting injured sometime it may delight you to no end..."

They once again took their positions.  "Now again, you already know what to look for so right before you strike turn to your left and you will easily slay your foe.  There by avoiding my block."  He turned slightly and gestured for him to come forward.

Lord Kora and Uric took their swords to the opposite end and after a few stretches began to spar.  They kept as quite as two could who were doing such an exercise.  In their demon way Kora spoke to Uric. "Do you think he will do it? The Prince?   I don't.  I think Prince Sabre is doing this for show.  Everybody knows his father wishes to bed him himself.  Keep him in his ivory tower.  This is a waste of Abigor's time.  We should be doing drills of the battlefield for waring is not easing with the fifth."

Where Kora was more prone to outburst Uric was no.  He was calculated.  He loved the thrill of the chase more so than the object once it is begotten.  "I think this is quite interesting Kora.  If we all get him to sneak out with us.  Think of the havoc we could pull.  The bonfires of the solstice is a perfect back drop.  Besides Abigor only wants him to have fun.  What is harm in meeting some of the women who would love to show him some?  I think Abigor is right.  I do not think our Price has ever been touched in his entire 18 seasons...if you can believe that!  And do not speak of such things as his father.  Whatever the King wants he can have, including his son."

While they spoke neither demon tried to cover what they were saying.  Abigor was engrossed with training, the Prince seemed the same and they simply didn't even think of Master Zenethor listening in.  But any of them could have listened. 

They worked off each other parry, strike, and block.  Until the notice the two on the other side and watched as they spared.  They made a striking pair.  A striking pair of power and energy.  Very addictive they could be with Sabre as rule and Abigor his enforcer. 

Sabre smiled wryly at Abigor's words and rose above his double meanings, wanting to learn more about the sword and defeating his enemy.

"Getting injured may suit you My Lord....but it does not interest me....if I get injured it will be because I was sloppy or I was bettered by my opponent." He said coldly.

His dark eyes were constantly watching Abigor, looking for openings and whilst the Lord was running off his smart mouth, he saw it, he move quite delicately yet so fast, he slipped up and under Abigor's guard and his blade rested against his heart.

"I learn fast Lord Abigor." He said in a slow and deliberate voice.

"I learned Magic fast, Runes faster, this will be no different....I am no weakling or shirker, I will not be intimidated, not by you...not by your friends."

Zenethor looked over to see the Prince's blade at Abigor's heart, the young Prince was coolly holding himself but not backing down.  This would surely inflamed Abigor to anger!

"Sabre! Well done...now back down....you have given Abigor something to think on...he will not take his skill nor your newness to it for granted again I think!"

Zenethor had heard every words between Kora and Uric....it seemed that those two would be joining Abigor after class to be put in their place and all three of them would be carrying out drills long into the night!

Sloppy!  Did he think one became scarred by being sloppy!  Then the blade touching him.  How dare him!  The little bitch.  That was all he really was...  Abigor raked his eyes over the smug Prince.  He hisses the word..."Bitch...just one for others pleasure."  Referring to the innuendos that circled the castle how his beauty made other lust for him and the even more scandalous ones of his own father wanting to possess him.  His temper which had often gotten him into trouble was flaring.  He heard Master Zenethor's cooling and temperate tone.  It was the only thing holding him together.

Nostrils flared.  He hissed in a low, clear voice.  "Here I protect you.  Teach you.  And you think one tiny move like this will over power me?  Do you think in a real battle by now you would not be carved into pieces?  My minions eating you?  Do not cross me Prince Sabre.  Your father will not always be watching you!"  His eyes glowed in anger.

He threw his sword in defiance at the Princes feet and went to leave the room.  His chest rose and fell with a fury of a raging storm.   But he would have to pass Master Zenethor to do so.  Had he looked into the Master's eyes he would have known that was probably not going to be allowed.

Zenethor was not impressed by the display of his favoured pupil acting more like a spoiled brat.

"Abigor....you will calm yourself, pick up that weapon and go back to Sabre....he had you fair and square, so stop the hysterics and concede that you were bested!" He said coolly.

He had also heard the words spat in anger as well.

"You will also apologise to the Prince for your words to him.....unfounded and unfair!" He said his tone brooking no argument.

"Once this lesson is done you, Kora and Uric will remain behind, I would speak to all three of you!"

Abigor stopped in midstride.  He was a hare's breath from losing all control.  His neck pulsed.  The rage he felt was pliable.  To refuse Master Zenethor in front of others was not something one did.  It was a matter of disrespect to the Master.  He was that for a reason.  But apologize to that sniveling brat?  No...no...never.  He wouldn't...With his back to the foursome.  It took him a moment to control himself.  Thankfully Master gave him a moment. 

He turned.  Faced them all and with an almost sickeningly sweet stare he bounded back over to Prince Sabre.  He bowed eloquently, took the Prince's hand to his lips almost like how human lords did to their ladies or mistresses.  He kissed it softly and released it.  Abigor next picked up his sword and stood to his full towering height.  "Your highness...my Prince.  Please forgive me for having the power to insult you.  Sometimes my temper does get me into trouble.  I will be mindful of your sensitives."  His voice held no animosity, in fact it was strangely congenial.  But those eyes...Those purple eyes shimmered with a rage that whispered of unspeakable things.

He took a step back lowered his head.  "Master Zenethor is right you bested me fairly.  I will be mindful of it in the future."  His tone a bit more himself.  When he looked up his eyes seemed to be back to normal.  Just a slight trickle of perspiration was all that seemed to hint at him feeling anything but thoroughly apological.

Looking at Master Zenethor he nodded, "As you wish Master.  We are here to serve you."

Abigor was brewing inside.  No matter what the Prince would pay for his little display of courage.  He would delight in the moment it happened too.  Prancing around the tavern and then practically begging for help.  Abigor narrowed his eyes, next time he wouldn't be so helpful.

Sabre just nodded as Abigor made his apology.

"Thank you my Lord....Apology accepted." He said softly, knowing Abigor had almost forced each word behind his congeniality.

Zenethor nodded and then dismissed Sabre.

"Your lesson is over for today my Prince." He said firmly.

Sabre left quietly and somewhat subdued as the Master beckoned the three older Lords forward.

"Gentlemen, I need to report to the King on Sabre's progress, I wondered which one of you wanted to accompany me to enlighten the King on your thoughts that he covets his son unnaturally?"

He said it in all seriousness, not jesting at all.

"Oh....you would be arrested for treason.....but no matter." He walked behind the trio.

"The King lost his wife and mate, Sabre is all he has left....all that remains of her.....he clings possessively to his son terrified he may lose him.....that the Fifth might make an attempt on his life....and you spoiled brats make spiteful comments just because you don't understand!"

He came back round the front of them.

"I am ashamed....I expected better from all three of you.....the Prince is sheltered.....but he is smart, gentle, feisty' trying hard to fit in...as you have seen, he is the best of us.....he will be your King.....and I think he will be a great King....and the only word you can find for him is bitch!"

He shook his head.

"So you have a choice....cut the lad some slack, keep your mouths shut with regard to the King...or find out what happens to those who speak treason!"

He took a breath.

"All of you are denied Liberty....you will not attend the Bonfires of Solstice.....you will be carrying out battle drills!"

Abigor smiled.  Not one of the friendly types he would normally bestow on his comrades or Master.  One which spoke of anger. 

Lord Kora and Uric nodded.  Both less than pleased themselves but none of the three would ever speak back to Master Zenethor. 
"If I may Master Zenethor."  Abigor bowed his head.  "You know of what is said."  His voice started low but as soon as he started to speak he closed up.  Turning to Lord Kora and Uric, "would you please wait outside?"  Both looked at Master Zenethor before exiting, but they remained right by the door.  They knew better than to hide.

Once the door closed Abigor released his emotion to the only one he could, Master Zenethor.  "I did call him that, you are right.  A bitch.  That is all he is...you should have seen him as I did.  Last night!"  His voice started slow but grew with emotion he was no longer bound to keep in check.  ""If I had not recognized him for who he was I cannot tell you I would not have raped that boy.  He escaped Master Zenethor last night was at the tavern.  I –we"  He gestured to the two demon standing outside.  "Called him over and then something hit me a smattering of silvery hair."  He stopped but just to catch his breath.   "What if I had not been there?  No, no...I refuse to give him sympathy or coddle him like everybody else does.  If he wished to be with us he would, Master Zenethor.  But, he was forced to come here.  You know it is true.  I give him my secrets and show him skill yet he is allowed to treat me as such.  Well you can be sure I will mind what I say in front of him.  Wouldn't want to make him cry.  I will also not assist him if he feels the need to go sneaking about.  I will let him suffer the consequences of his own actions...just as I am now.  It was all my idea Lord Kora and Uric had nothing to do with it, it is I who should be punished." 

He had spoken in bursts his voice raising and then by the end to come out in a low defeated tone.  One he had never used before.  But then he had never been bested before either.  His pride hurt.  Only made worse that it was done so in the company of others.

Zenethor was deathly silent throughout the whole tirade after Kora and Uric left the room.  He was disappointed in Abigor, he thought the General's son would be more graceful in his temporary defeat by a novice, encourage the young man with praise...not this...self pity and vitriol.

"I am ashamed of you!" He said coldly.

"Did you think I would leave him to danger in the street!  Did you think I would allow harm to come to him!"

He rose to his full height towering over Abigor, he backhanded him across the face.

"He went out because he was curious to see what other people his age did.  He ended up in that tavern because he did not know any better, he has no knowledge of the streets outside the castle!"

He was cold in his anger, like frost, like ice.

"I was testing you Abigor....I thought for one moment you might actually overcome your ways to help him because you wanted to...because you understood your duty as his protectorate...this is not about coddling him...this was about being his friend....being his guardian.  The boy was not sneaking....he just wanted to be among people...but not get recognised! He cannot help what he is...nor that you and your friends think with your breeches!"

He turned his gaze to where he knew the other two were waiting outside.

"You friends out there are just as guilty, I saw their thoughts...nothing is hidden from me in here, what they spoke about the king was TREASON!"

He turned his furious gaze back to Abigor.

"This is not about him being outside...this is not about him disguising himself....this is your pride...your wounded pride...and I had you down as better than that!"

Zenethor had no qualms about speaking his mind to Abigor and facing his temper, the General might be choosy what he said....but he would not be.

Abigor could have been like most and coward.  But that wasn't who he was.  Abigor owned his poor decisions as well as his good ones.  He should have known Master Zenethor knew.  He was thoroughly chastised, yet he still seethed.

He took his punishment when the backhand came.  He stood and took it. 

"Did I not bring him home?  As soon as I detected who he really was my only thought was to get him home safely.  I understand my protectorate.  The real question here is does he?"

The demon's pride was wounded.  He at this moment hated Sabre.  Yet he didn't...all his life he had been programmed to serve and protect him.  How could he hate him.  He would not look down or away he kept his gaze on Master Zenethor, up...always keep your head up.  "I am more sorry for your disappointment Master, he has not earned my respect so I cannot just give it over.  If this lessens me in your eyes I know not how to fix that."

He was concerned over Master Zenethor's opinion.  He valued his more than anyone.  "As for the things said you know I will not let that foster."

He went to say more but stopped.  Master wanted them to be friends.  Abigor was nothing if not loyal and if Master Zenethor wanted it he would see it was done.  "You have my word if it kills me I will befriend him.  I still believe he is spoilt but perhaps spending time with him will open my eyes."

It wasn't as easy as he made it sound.  No, but he would give it his all.

It was many hours later, early evening in fact as Zenethor sat in his study pondering over the events of the past day, when there was a soft knock at his door. 

"Enter!" He called out, and was more than surprised when it open and Sabre stepped in closing the door behind himself.

"Can we speak Master Zenethor?" He asked shyly.

Zenethor gestured to a chair by the fire and the young man slid himself into it and regarded him anxiously.

" I am sorry!" Sabre blurted out.

"I didn't mean to get you angry with Abigor.....I am sorry I made him angry too....he hates me more now it seems."

The old Master sat back and listened quietly as the Prince unburdened himself, Zenethor did actually understand the Prince as he did Abigor, the Prince was coming of age, alone, isolated from his peers by an over protective, overbearing father, he was curious about the world, desperate to make friends.

"I just tried to fight to prove myself.....I seem to have made him furious now!"

Zenethor shook his head.

"You did no less than expected Sabre, if you had not taken that opening I would have seen it and whipped you for not doing so....you are learning....Abigor should have swallowed his damn pride and praised you....not belittle you as he did."

Sabre stared at the floor and shrugged.

"I also went out last night....I almost got into a situation.....he helped me.....Master please.....did you punish him Kora and Uric?" He asked earnestly.

Zenethor now looked curiously at the Prince.

"I did.....I have ended their liberty to go to the Bonfires of Solstice."

Sabre closed his eyes....they would all hate him now, they had been stopped from going to the event that every demon wanted to be at.  He had heard about the revels and feasting, it sounded fun.

"Please let them go......I will take their punishment....I won't be allowed to go anyway....The King never lets me go....even escorted.

Zenethor smiled, if only Abigor knew how unspoilt the Prince actually was.....how desperately he wanted to be liked and have a friend.

"That will be a long punishment Sabre.....all three were to miss the event and carry out battle drills....that would make it all night for you....under my eye!"

Sabre nodded, his face determined, he would do it.

"Very well my Prince.....I Will send word to all three their punishment is rescinded and that they may go...shall I say why?" Zenethor asked.

Sabre shook his head.

"No....Abigor will just think I am pulling rank or something.....it would just give him another reason to hate me more." He said softly.

"Thank you for listening Master......I just wish more people did.....I cannot help who or what I am....I wish I wasn't the Prince sometimes."

He went to rise and Zenethor rose and caught his wrist.

"You are a worthy successor Sabre and a good young man.....too good for a demon.....now get back to your room...Ana will be fretting over where you have gotten too."

A messenger went straight to the barracks where Abigor, Kora and Uric sat all in the foulest of moods.

"My Lords, a message from Lord Zenethor...your punishment is rescinded, you are at liberty to go where you want and to attend the Bonfires when they are held." He said, anxious to be away from the three Lords.

It was rare that Zenethor ever took a punishment back which meant another was taking it in their place.

The trio cleaned the gallery as expected.  They didn't talk much there wasn't much to say.  All three were deep in their own thoughts and mulling over their own opinions.  Abigor had not told his comrades what happened last night.  They still thought the mysterious incubi was passing through and happened to spend the night with Abigor.

As they walked to the barracks in silence it was Lord Kors who spoke first.  "Let's just forget about talking the Prince anywhere, if we even try it will likely end up with him hooking us with Master Zenethor." 

"No, I gave my word to Master Zenethor, now I have to do what I can.  Nonetheless he doesn't get off the hook.  I will not go easy on him.  That wouldn't do either of good anyway."  Abigor was caught up after that in his own thoughts.  As the other two hashed out the day's events.

It was after they ate that the massager arrived, he found them in a very agitated state.   As the day wore on the mood just became even more intensified.  When Uric took the note from the massager he nearly ripped it.  He had to read it twice to make sure his eyes went playing tricks on him.  Then he read it aloud.  All three stood for a minute in silence.

It was only a minute before Kora and Uric were now anxious to prepare for the evening.  But, Abigor wasn't.  His mood sour at best.  Something nagging him.  When it came time to ready himself he headed for his chambers.  What should have been a good time was not so much.  He bathed and then set to put on his evening clothes.  But midway dressing, he practically tore them off.  Growling as he did.  Instead he put on his full battle armor. 

A quick note was dispatched to Lord Kora and Lord Uric letting them know he would be detained and to go on ahead without him.  They didn't do anything it was he who had them come so really it was he that should be punished.  His sense of honor and loyalty overtook him.  Master Zenethor had handed down his punishment, he would see it through.  It was what had to be done.

He made his way to the battle drills and he expected three demons working them, but no only one was there.  As he approached he almost didn't believe his eyes.  The Prince?  What?  He shook his head and nodded.  "Evening Prince Sabre.  What is my detail for the evening?  Or should I check with the commander on duty?"  He was insolent, or unfriendly.  He was pleasant, respectfully of tone and was giving the Prince his rank priority by asking him first his detail.  It would go in an order of sorts and right now the Prince was his higher rank and no one in sight above him.  Not that many were, the King, the General, and Master Zenethor...possibly Ana if her mood caught right (this of course was more respect for the nursemaid). 

He stood his purple eyes shielded by his armor for which he was glad.  The Prince!  What was the meaning of this?

Sabre looked from the task he had been set by Zenethor, he was cleaning boots, he didn't care he liked the menial task, it allowed him time to think.

"I thought you would be going to the Bonfires." He said softly wiping a hand across his cheek, dirt smearing the soft skin.

He lowered his eyes and kept working not wanting to further antagonise the Lord who had called him a bitch earlier.

It was Zenethor who broke the silence.

"Good question Sabre....why are you here Abigor, your punishment was rescinded!"

Abigor stood still.  The way he sat he could have been any demon really.  Not the king's son.  At Master Zenethor's voice he removed his helmet.  Turned and nodded.  "Master Zenethor.  Pardon me but you gave me a punishment one I fully intend to uphold.  No matter what other arrangements were made." 
He was beginning to get an idea of what had happened now but without his judgement until he found out why.  "So either I get assigned a detail or I stand here, this is where I will be tonight.   I mean no disrespect but a true warrior takes his punishments as well as his accolades"

He stood there half expecting another backhand.  But, it mattered not his sense of honor would not allow another to take his place.

Zenethor gave a bemused smile and gestured to six raw recruits trying to figure out one piece of armour from another.

"Well make yourself useful Abigor and sort them out if you are staying!" He said, he then turned to Sabre.

"How are you doing Sabre, how many pairs have you cleaned?"

The young man looked up from his stool and answered.

"Fifty pairs Sir...I have ten left."

Zenethor was quietly impressed the Prince had not shied at the task, he just sat quietly and got on with it.

"When you are done I will teach you how to oil and polish leather armour." He said nodding his approval.

Abigor relaxed and went to the new recruits.  He set his helmet to the side of the work bench and address the young demon.  "Alright, enough...settle down.  I am Lord Abigor and tonight we will begin the first of many steps you will need to master before going to the battlefields." 

As he spoke he undid his armor.  Best to demonstrate as he went.  Underneath he had on light tan beeches and a matching tunic which clung to him tightly.  He was a tall and broad and his voice was one that naturally commanded attention.  As he spoke he wasn't deeming as one would have expected from stories cast around.  He was still learning his role but knew that to gain the respect of the demons was the first thing you wanted for then they would be loyal without question.

Every so often he looked at Sabre as he gently explained each piece of armor and how and what it did.  He let them come up and maneuver his own, which was given to him by Master Zenethor and it was his prized possession.  He couldn't help but wonder what the Prince was up to, ever his own mind trying to figure out the enigma that was the Prince.

He excused himself for a moment from the recruits and walked to Sabre.  It was his only way of offering a truce of sorts by helping him in his task.  "Hey, you know if you hold it this way you get more leverage and it alleviates your wrist.  You've done quite a few and I know you don't injure like some of us but you will feel sore.  Here let me show you."  It was his boorish way not meaning to be aggressive just not sure how not to be anything but what he was.   He sat down and placed the boot between his knees and began to demonstrate before long the recruits were close and watching him too.  When he finished he handed it back to the Prince and smiled.  "Lord Kora showed me that.  He is into Rune Lore you know.  Lives and breathes the stuff, I bet you two would have a lot to talk about."

"Okay enough gaggling back to the armor."  He nodded to the demons.  All whom where now chattering as they recognized Sabre and none had ever actually been able to see him up close.  Abigor looked over and then at Master Zenethor then back to Sabre.  "If Master allows Prince Sabre would you like to try some on too?"

Abigor's kindness with the boots was not lost on Sabre and he lowered his eyes a little shyly.

"Thank you my Lord, t'is much easier this way."

Then came the offer of the armour and Sabre looked expectantly to Zenethor who shook his head.

"Once you finish the boots you can learn with the others." He said firmly.

Sabre quickly polished and polished until all the pairs were done and with a nod from Zenethor he joined the other young recruits at the area where they were looking and learning about armour.

Unseen a figure strode into the learning area, and Zenethor immediately bowed as he saw him.

"My Lord King!" He said loudly.

"You grace this humble area with your presence!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed, only one figure remained deathly still, his eyes fixed on the king.  Sabre was scared, he was filthy dirty, standing with a group of soldiers, and his father's eyes cast over him slowly.

"I am looking for my son....and it seems I have found him!" He said smoothly.

"I am dining tonight with the nobles Sabre....your presence is required." He said sharply.

Sabre took a breath...it was the last thing he wanted.

"Father....if I am escorted....could I not go to see the Bonfires instead?" He asked.

The king was silent, it was unlike Sabre to contravene him.  Zenethor picked up on it immediately and spoke directly and silently to his king.

"He is a young man my lord king....curious...what harm could it do....just this once....Abigor can escort him, he will be his protector one day and it is a good time to start that duty, I think Kora and Uric will be there too....you trust their Fathers highly."

The king's gaze went to Abigor.

"Are you capable of protecting my son if I allow this? You are not to lose sight of him, no-one is to touch him, he is not to drink alcohol....can you be trusted to look after him Son of Abrion?"

Sabre's eyes swung pleadingly to Abigor, almost begging him to promise anything so that he could go.

This was his chance to go somewhere with his father's permission and to the Bonfires of all places.

He would have to go wash and change...what should he wear...what did people wear to the Bonfires?

The King!  He immediately dropped to his knees.  "Your grace."

Abigor lowered his head for only four people.  The King, Master Zenethor, his father Abrion, and the Prince. But something made him look up towards Sabre.  Like a sixth sense speaking to him.  That is when he caught the Prince's gaze. 

How could he deny this demon anything?  He couldn't.  After the King spoke he knew at that moment whatever Sabre wanted Abigor would obtain for him.  "I will guard him with my life your grace, he will not be touched, nor will alcohol touch his lips.  I will be his sworn protector for the rest of my days your grace.  I can be trusted with this task."  He kept his eyes lowered respectfully as he spoke to the king.

For one moment he looked at Sabre and it hit him.  Everything he said he meant.  He would not allow anyone to touch him, no alcohol, and he would gladly give his life if it would save Prince Sabre. 

The King tilted his head mulling over Abigor's passioned oath, he too had heard tales of Abrion's boy, but he seemed genuine enough in this.  His eyes went to his own son, looking like a raggamuffin with dirt on his face and polish on him.

"Very well Sabre, you will obey Lord Abigor at all times, if he decides it is time to leave you will.....if he speaks you will heed him....do I make myself understood? If you disobey in anyway and I hear of it then you will be punished and never step outside the walls again. Do I make myself clear?"

A rare smile lit Sabre's beautiful face and he knew how happy he had made his son.

"Thank you Father." Sabre bowed and rose again.

"You look like an urchin boy.....go and wash and change, Abigor you will escort my son to his room, help him choose something suitable to wear....though you will wait outside whilst he bathes and dresses." The King said sharply.

As the pair went to leave the King's hand stayed Abigor and he looked directly into his purple eyes.

"He is my son.....he is precious to me....I want him returned whole....if anything happens to him I will have your head...am I clear?"

The King was very clear.  "Yes your highness."  Abigor spoke respectfully and bowed.  Being excused he went back to Sabre's side and they were silent until out of earshot of the King and Master Zenethor.  Not that it would have matter if either choose to follow them in thought there would have been nothing Abigor could do on that accord.

When he did speak to Sabre it was in a much friendlier manner.  It had begun when he saw Sabre working and he surmised what had happened and why the three of them were taken off punishment detail.  He had not expected Sabre to be this way.  It didn't fit with the image he had of the boy who was very much becoming an adult.  The smile he had given his father was beautiful.  It took Abigor's breath away and he found he wanted to see it more.

"Have you really never gone?  I haven't missed one myself."  He was speaking of the bonfire and now that he thought about it he was sure he had not seen Sabre there before.  "Shame you cannot drink though, for there is a wine that is most delicious.  Yuri makes it.  Do you know Yuri?  Probably not, she is a commoner.  She is our age, well yours.  Her parents make it really now she does.  Her brother is into magic, Vewick.  You may find when we run into them he will not let your ear go for I am sure he would love to know more on the subject."  Abigor prattled off and spoke as if Sabre was just another demon from the barracks.  He spoke to him as he would someone he wanted to actual befriend. 

"Once we get to your room did you really want me to help pick something out?"  He shrugged not sure if the Prince really wanted or needed his help in that regard. 

Sabre found he was a little bewildered by the talk from someone that earlier before had called him a little bitch.  He followed along in Abigor's wake as he was told about various people and wine and how the general's son had never missed a Bonfire celebration.

"It sounds fun." He said softly.

Then came the question about clothes and he grinned a little.

"Sure....my father ordered it did he not....to help me choose, it might be fun to have someone else's opinion other than Ana."

His heart was pounding, it was finally happening, a friend, going outside, it was all a little overwhelming. They reached his quarters, and Ana yanked open the door ready to tell him off and saw Abigor.

"What is going on here?"

Sabre grinned boyishly.

"I am going to the Bonfires Ana, Abigor is helping me find suitable clothes!"

"It is, I am glad you will take part.  It really would be a pity never to experience one."  They walked back together and for all intent purposes appeared to just two friends walking and talking.  Abigor marveled at how easy it was to be around him.  While before it felt awkward somewhere between the time Sabre bested him and Zenethor's words it changed.

He grinned back and in a jovial voice winked.  "Are you sure you trust me not to parade you out as a jester?"  But it was obvious he was only kidding.

They entered the castle and went to Sabre's room.  Ana greeted them and it seemed as if she had a scolding ready for him.  But upon seeing Abigor bite it back.

"He is in earnest Ana.  Can we get a bath drawn and may I have my clothing fetched I will dress here."

Ana shook her head.  "I will verify what you two are saying if I find out either one of you lied to me you can be sure the whipping you receive from Zenethor you both won't forget."  She summoned for Abigor's clothing to be retrieved and had a bath drawn for Sabre.

"Abigor would you care to bath?"  She was busy setting things up.  A knock and a chamber maid brought in Abigor's clothing.  Her eyes sliding to the pair her heart beat quickened.  "Will that be all?"

Ana nodded to her disappointment.  And she took her leave very slowly.

"Prince.  Shall we look over your wardrobe?"  Abigor had begun to remove his clothing.  He sat on the nearest chair and removed his boots.  Then standing removed his tunic which revealed a smooth chest and well-toned back and abdomen.  He seemed oblivious if anything was amidst in his actions.  He had often disrobed in front of Ana so he was not uncomfortable with it.  When he a scar could be seen on his side.  This could be the reason he took offense to the remake about scarring or injuries.

"Ana I don't but I could use a quick wash up just a bowl would do."   He was fully naked now as he tossed his clothing into a pile.

Sabre averted his eyes immediately, his face flushed scarlet, he tossed a robe to Abigor with embarrassment.

He turned away instantly and looked at the wall, his father would beat him to death if he knew about this.

"My wardrobe is across the room." He indicated to a large cabinet.

He just did not know where to look.

Abigor caught the robe and looked at it shrugged and placed it on the chair.  "Ana, what color for Price Sabre?  Red?  I think red would make him stand out...or blue...ahhh but purple, like my eyes."  He winked but Sabre was turned away.   

Ana finished and walked over to see Abigor stark naked and in front of the Prince!  "ABIGOR!"  She screeched.  "PUT THAT ROBE ON OR COVER YOURSELF!"  She stormed over and threw it at him roughly.  "HE IS THE PRICE!  SHOW SOME RESPECT!"  She shook her head and her golden eyes glowed.  "He is not your friend!  Your comrade!  He is the Prince and his father would kill you if he knew you were so indecent."  She began to calm some.  "For your own good Abigor please I know you mean well enough.  He is just one of the boys, but in some respect you need to remember who he is.  Now cover up and this will be forgotten."  She walked over and satisfied the water was ready.  "Prince, I will be right out the door if you should need me."  She went to the door but did not shut it all the way.

Abigor's eyes widened.  He just didn't think of it.  He smirked a bit and then hurriedly put the robe on covering himself.   "Sorry."  He mumble.  Almost looking like a naughty boy.  He looked at Sabre and shrugged again.  "You too sorry, I guess I am so used to it...err...that didn't come out right...I meant in the barracks and stuff."  He chuckled at himself trying to explain.  "Ahh you know what I mean, right?"

He was pulling out clothing now.  He selected light colored breeches, a light green tunic, matching overcoat, black boots, and a slightly darker sash.  "Do you like these?  Not too dressed but not too casual."  He gestured to his own clothing which was brought in, very similar in style, just no sash.  His were varying shades of purple with black boots.

Sabre finally looked up through lowered lashes once he knew that Abigor was clothed in the robe.  He had been shocked, he had never seen another naked person before.

He looked shyly over towards the clothes that had been picked and then at the purple clothes of the General's son.

"Can I wear purple like you?" He asked softly. "Perhaps making the sash silver?" He could simple change the colour of the picked ensemble with magic,Mir would be easy enough.

He also needed to bathe which meant Abigor would have to go out and wait with Ana.

"I need to bathe Gor." He said softly, gesturing to the door to the ante chamber.

He looked over at the Prince he was shy!   "Purple it is."  He walked over to the washing bowl and went to get ready when he heard Sabre.  It was the shortening of his name that caught him off guard.  Gor? 

"I should go?"  He said it but he didn't seem to move.  "Gor...what?  Gor?"  He went for the area Sabre had indicated.  "I like it?  But nobody else gets to call me that." 

He smiled and left the room.  "But you take too long and I come back in weather you are ready or not."  He needed to cover the soft moment with a bit of teasing he didn't do soft.

Sabre slipped from his dirty clothes and padded to the bath, his lithe body edging in the scented hot water Ana had drawn for him.  He groaned softly as the warmth seeped into his aching bones, his runes glowing soft violet.  He sunk fully beneath the suds and came up with his silvery hair slick to his head, making him look like some young mythical God.

He was going to the Bonfires....for the first time in his life he was actually going....and with one of the most popular young demons in the Tenth Ring.

He washed and stood up the water sliding down his toned muscles and reached for a sheet to dry himself.

Abigor stood and waited for the Prince.  This was not going to be as easy as it sounded.  Sure going to the bonfires with friends was fun.  They let off stress and drank.  As he got older the evening played more into whom he would share his bed with but tonight he could not do that.  Prince Sabre was not to be touched, not to drink, and nothing could befall him.  Yeah no stress there!  He thought.

Master Zenethor may have been right.  He seemed different than most of the other demons but not weak.  No not at all.  Quite the opposite in fact.  His eyes caught Ana looking at him.  "What?"  He said with a smile.

"You treat him with care Abigor.  Or what the King said he would do...I shall do ten times worse.  I love the boy like he is my own son."  Her eyes were clear and held his.

"Ana, I am bound to him since his birth to serve and protect him.   Do you think I would fail in such an important task?"  Abigor looked at her and his eyes were a bit softer.

"I know you Abigor, you are a wicked demon, but you are also one of the most duty bound.  I know you will but that wasn't what I meant.  I want you to promise me you will not be the one to hurt him.  None of your playing with him.  He doesn't fully understand how desirable he is, maybe he does but he hasn't be offered your privileges."  She didn't turn away from him.  He was a temperamental beast but not with her. 

"Ana you have my word.  I will be true to him and him alone."  But he grinned wickedly...  "I will continue to sow my oats with many."  He laughed and she made a face at him.

"Prince Sabre?"  He called.  "Are you done yet?  May I come in and wash up?"

Sabre had changed into the clothes chosen, turning the shades of green into pale violet and deep purple and the sash to silver. With his moonlight hair he looked so very beautiful in the colours as he looked into the mirror.

"I am ready Gor." He expected the General's son to perhaps make light of how he looked, or put him down somehow, his confidence fragile as always.

He smoothed the sash and waited for Abigor to enter, almost like a nervous bride might for her husband.

Abigor entered and he had all intention of just heading straight to the washing bowl but he caught his breath upon seeing the Prince.  He stood and stared for a good two to three minutes.  Mouth open and he felt a tightening in his stomach.  Now he had been attracted to others before but by the underworld this demon before him stirred something.  He's an incubus Abigor!  Stop!  He chided himself.  Dragging his eyes away and clearing he throat.  "That color suites you well.  You look extremely handsome.  I am going to my hands full keeping everyone form waiting a piece." 

He walked to the washing bowl and scrubbed up.  Yet when he closed his eyes the picture of Sabre was burned into his memory and it was making it hard for him to not turn and be the one violating the Kings orders he was told to uphold.  He rumbled softly.

He picked up his own clothing and went behind the screen and dressed.  Normally he wouldn't do that but he had something he did not wish the others to see right now.  It made him a bit uncomfortable.  Once satisfied he stepped from the curtain and for a moment he looked at the Prince and his eyes darkened.  "You are very handsome Prince Sabre."  He ran a shaky hand through his hair. 

"Ready to go?"  He gestured towards the door.

Sabre's heart pounded, Abigor said such kind things about him..

"I am ready my lord." He said his voice trembling in excitement.

They left the room and Ana fussed and kissed his cheek and then Abigor's and then gave the General's son stern warnings about looking after him.

They started out down the corridor towards the main vestibule of the castle and towards the gate.  Sabre could smell smoke on the air and hear people revelling and his excitement increased.

"Abigor...,will your friends like me?" He asked nervously.

He couldn't believe how magnificent Sabre looked.  He was sexy, beautiful, and graceful.  So many things but that really didn't do him justice. 

He could hear the excitement in his voice and it made him smile, glad he could give him this bit of fun.  Abigor just hugged the women back and laughed.  "Now stop worrying...I'll let now one touch him...I am going to him for myself."  He wink scandalously at Ana who tapped him.  Though his voice was teasing and light he had to admit he envied whoever that would be, for Sabre was a sight to behold.

"He nudged Sabre as a buddy would.  "Of course!  Are you kidding?  I told you Lord Kora loves that magic shi....stuff."  He caught himself and just winked at the Prince.  "He is really into it not like your level but I am sure you too will spend countless hours discussing them."   Abigor was talking and treating him as he would Kora or Uric.  Like just one of them.  He actually didn't even notice it which meant it was natural. 

Just before they approached he held onto Sabre arm his eyes softened.  "Listen earlier...I was wrong.  Wrong to call you that name.  I was just mad, but not at you more at myself and I took it out on you.  I hope you can forgive and forget, but if not I understand."  He let go, hoping the no touching rule didn't apply to him.

Sabre stopped walking as Abigor spoke his apology, that touch to his arm made his stomach feel tight and odd.

"I forgive you.....for all I know I might be a bitch......" He said slowly, his eyes lowered to look at the floor.

No-one had ever been that nasty to his face, he had been shocked, upset by it even but he had not shown it, his upbringing kicking in.

He did not want Abigor to feel awkward and decide not to take him to the Bonfires, he raised his eyes.

"Honestly, let's just forget it and have fun....thank you so much for agreeing to take me Lord Abigor!" He said quite sweetly."

They were  drawing closer and the revellings  could clearly be heard now, the heat of the bonfires felt as well.

"Thanks, Prince Sabre, I'm not sure I'd be as forgiving as you but I am willing to and have a good time."  Abigor was relieved.  As they began to walk the cheers could be heard and the warmth of the bon fire which had him eager now to get in the mix.

As they approached a few of the demons looked at them and began to whisper but none dared come to close for Abgor's whole demeanor changed.  He was now very protective of Sabre.  Not that he mused the demon prince couldn't take care of himself he felt he could but because this was what he had been born and bred to do.

He caught the shadow of Lord Kors.  "Kora!"  He cupped his hands around his mouth and called a bit louder...  "KORA"  With that the other dark haired demon turned and at first smiled, then shock spread across his face.  Abigor had said he would be detained but didn't say he was still bring the Prince.  But something in Abigor's stance said he was here part for fun and part for duty.  It registered with him that Abigor had been assigned to guard Prince Sabre.  He walked over and with a smile he bowed.  "Prince Sabre, it is a pleasure.  Will you be joining us this means?"

He stood back up and was the same height, maybe a fraction shorter than the would be king.  "Uric went off to find Jana, he has been after her for a while now so I figured I would let him be...errr..."  He stopped and looked at both demons.  "I may speak as friends, no?"  He had just assumed and then wanted to kick himself for it.  He should have asked first!

Abigor nodded and looked at Sabre he gestured for him to answer Kora.

Sabre regarded Kora, almost as powerful and as handsome as Abigor himself and he smiled shyly.

"Of course Lord Kora, why would we not speak as friends...I want us all to be friends." He said softly.

"Lord Abigor tells me that you are most talented at magic and Runes..perhaps we might speak of it in the future, I can show you some of the books in the Great Library, I think you would find them most fascinating."

There were demons dancing about the Bonfires, women swaying with trays of drinks every where, there was a large trestle table laden with food.  Sabre looked around a little bewildered, not quite knowing what he should do, there were quite a few pairs of eyes on him and a lot of whispering behind hands and he suddenly felt oddly conspicuous.

"They are staring at me." He said edging closer to Abigor and Kora, a little nervous.

"And talking about me...do I look stupid or odd? Do they not like me?"

"I'd like that Prince Sabre, I have two Rune's maybe we could meet in the library in a few days on my off time.  I'll show them to you.  I try to study the lore as much as my free time allows."  He had smiled and sighed as Sabre had said he wanted them to be friends.  With that out of the way he spoke freely.

"Abigor, Prince Sabre, let's go to the dining tables and fest a bit.  I have not yet.  Yuri and Vewick are joining us.  They are commoners Prince but they supply the castle with the best wine around."  He gestured to the long tables.

When Sabre appeared to be getting self-conscience Abigor put a protective stance around Sabre and Kora took his que and did the same.  "No...no...  They are just curious.  You are like an enigma to them.  Besides I am sure I am not the only one who sees just how beautiful you are."

Abigor and Kora guided him towards the dining table where a few of the demons moved over to make room they bowed respectfully.  Other murmured and others more came to see the elusive Prince was among them.

Sabre took a seat between Abigor and Kora, and he was offered a plate of food which he smiled and took graciously, goblets were put down in front of him, some with wine, some with ale others with spirits.

He nibbled on the meats and bread, and felt thirsty and was tempted to reach for a goblet of wine.

He listened to Kora speak about having two Runes, he himself had eight at this current time, he would add to that shortly when he had learned 'Sapria',' Lunarith' and 'Ithior'. He told Kora about them and watched the slightly older Lord's eyes widen.

Absently he reached for the nearest goblet and drew it towards himself.  He was being admired by many about him, they were fascinated with him, his moonlight hair, his dark eyes,  they complimented him, flattered him.  It was true, he was a puzzle to most, an enigma, something to be worked out and solved.

Abigor listened and smiled.  Kora was in awe of the Prince and not because of anything Abigor said, but for Sabre's own sake. It filled him with pride that his Prince was so knowledgeable. 

As the old came and drink he watched all the demons coming and going he noticed all alcohol.  But when Sabre reached for the goblet and was about to drink unbeknownst to himself Abigor had a mild panic attack.  He carefully gripped the Prince's arm and squeezed.  He didn'r want to embrassess Sabre I front on Kora or the commoners gathering close to the elusive Prince but he could not let him drink that.

With his hand on the Prince's arm he leaned in and made a face.  "Prince Sabre, my apologies but I used it..to rinse...  Maybe Kora can get some fresh water?"

He didn't care if they thought him a beast, most did any way so this was no big deal.

"Sure let me get one, I'll be right back."  Kora looked for a goblet of fresh water and once securing it found upon his return a few goblets of water.  The commoners bring their humble goblets to the Prince.

He chuckled and smiled at Abigor. He mouth and shrugged.  "Uric?"  He went to go find him. 

"Seems the commoners are beginning to love you Prince."  Abigor winked but oddly kept his hand on Sabre.

Sabre smiled and accepted the water and took a sip, his dark eyes watching everything as he did so. Then a group of youths the same age as the prince approached, male and female.

"Prince Sabre." The lead male said softly.

"Would you dance with us?" All eyes were expectantly on the Prince.

Sabre looked questioningly to Abigor, pleading almost.

"Please Lord Abigor....may I....you can see me from here.....I will not stray....I promise."

All the group looked to the Lord with curiosity...he was the Prince's protector.

"We all promise Lord Abigor.....we will dance in a ring there.....never from your sight." They all chorused dutifully.

Abigor was now nervous.  Dancing would mean they'd hold hands, the King expressedly forbade anyone touching Sabre.  He was at a loss as what to do.  If he said no, then the Prince would be snickered at and would lose credibility with his soon to be followers. 

"Yes, but no further than the ring."  His voice was a bit lower but what may have seemed to them as stern was really just his own thoughts causing him conflict.  As soon as he said yes he wished he'd said no.  But he was sure the opposite would hold if he said no he'd whisked he'd said yes.

He was sure to catch a whipping.  Maybe worse.  But for tonight Prince Sabre would have fun.  Dancing couldn't be all that bad?  Right?

His breathing was accelerated. 

The young demons took the Prince's hands and led him to a nearby spot and they all started to dance round in a circle,  it was all very innocent and fun.  The Prince allowed himself to be led this way and that, his movements graceful like a leaf on the breeze.

He looked to Abigor and held out his hand.

"Come dance my Lord....please...enjoy the fun!"

Abigor nodded and rose.  He smiled!  He loved dancing. 

He went over and joined the party.  He glided with ease and took on of the ladies by hand he turned her and moved they seemed like two becoming one.  He whispered something in her ear and the girls color rose.  He smiled.

Next Abigor looked and caught Sabre eyes.  He immediately felt his breathing quicken as he watched Sabre move gracefully.  It was sensuous and graceful.  Though he held the girl close his eyes feasted only on Sabre.

He winked at him.

Kora pulled Uric along...Jana was in Uric's grasp but the two male demons were also holding hands.  They came closer to the group and joined the fun.  Jana caught sight of the Prince and slowly worked her way over.

A soft sweet voice sighed...  "Prince Sabre...will you dance with me."  Her pretty blonde curls bounced as her rosy lips curved into a pretty smile.

Jana like most of her high born friends was out to make a name for herself....Uric was a catch....the Prince...the elusive and so very beautiful Prince...all her friends would be jealous....especially Viola who she had not seen yet.  She had given Uric the run-around for weeks and had finally rewarded him with a kiss tonight.  The Prince she would reward with so much more if she could separate him from the rest.

Sabre's dark eyes lighted on the pretty girl asking him to dance and he slowly took her hand, no girl had ever asked him to dance, in fact he had never really had any contact with a girl before.

"Thank you my Lady of course." He said quite sweetly and politely as he had seen the girl with Lord Uric.

"Will Lord Uric not mind?"

Jana smiled and pressed herself to the Prince, her sweet red lips curving into the perfect bow of a smile.

Sabre suddenly looked a little shocked, his eyes widening as she moulded herself to him.

Jana practically cooed. "I don't think he will, you are the Prince after all.  You get first choice."  Her voice was like soft tinkling chimes.  "In case you did not know, I am Lady Jana.  Daughter to the Duke Karl and Duchess Patre."  She wanted to make certain he knew she was of his station.  A lady as herself could make the Prince a beautiful wife and bare his offspring. 

Abigor was dancing with the lovely lady when he saw Jana!  He whispered something else and the girl blushed again but ran her hand down his chest in a possessive manner.  He walked up to the two but he notice Uric and Kora went off together.  Damnit!  This was harder than it had sounded to keep Sabre safe from touch and drink.  Would you two get back here and Uric tame this, get her away from the Prince or it is my head! He shouted in silence to his friends.

Something else bothered him too.  His chest tightened at Jana's body moulding itself to Sabre.  He was shocked at how he felt by it.  Now he had no inhibitions when it came to a partner.  He took what he wanted and liked.  But Sabre stirred something else and he wasn't sure he was ready for that.

"Excuse me Lady Jana.  I believe Lord Uric is awaiting you."  Just as he spoke a red mouthed Uric arrived.  The redness caused from deep passionate kisses.  Kora was just coming back and smoothing his hair he two had the look of being thoroughly kissed. 

"Yes may I cut in Prince Sabre?"  Lord Uric actually winked at the Prince.

Abigor tugged softly on Sabre's sleeve.  His nerves were on fire.

Sabre looked a little confused to Abigor, his dark eyes wide and surprised.

"Have I annoyed Lord Uric....his guest was very friendly, I mean very friendly!"he said quite innocently.

"Please do not let me stop you dancing Gor, your partner sees upset up you have stopped."

He looked to Kora.

"I can sit with Lord Kora, he looks alone at the moment." He looked to Kora curiously, his bright eyed, slightly tousled look and red lips.

Had he not just been looking for Lord Uric? Sabre flushed as he realised what had been going on.

Obviously he was interested in Uric though so he would be safe enough.

"I will be right there Prince Sabre.  And no you did not annoy Lord Uric.  I just cannot have a woman cling to you in full view.  You father..."  He whispered so no one could hear them.

"That is unless you want it...  I can help you with that Prince..."  He could but he looked at the Prince and a jealous knife cut through him.  "But I am unsure as to what you'd prefer...  I enjoy both, Kora men, and Uric anything...  What is your desire?" 

He looked at Sabre and Abigor realized his desire was Sabre.  How had that happened?  When?  He was the Prince!  No!  He'd fight it...  peak to Master Zenethor...  He was truly wicked to want the Prince.  How selfish!  No he'd say nothing.  Whatever Prince Sabre wanted that would be what he Abigor wanted.  His thoughts were not filtered so if Sabre could pick up on them he would...  He realized too late that possibly Master Zenethor could...  But he wasn't near...was he?

Sabre flushed the deepest of pink as Abigor asked him that question, he had never given any thought to it, he did not know.  Then sub consciously he picked up on the thoughts that coursed through the General's son and his eyes widened and he hit his lip.

"I....I don't know!" He managed somehow to utter the words.

"Finish your dance.....I will sit with Kora....then perhaps I should go home." He said uncertain of what to do or how to act around him now.

Back in his study Zenethor had picked up on Abigor's thoughts he had been monitoring the situation to ensure they did not get into trouble, Abigor had been doing well until his forbidden desire sneaked through.  The Weapons Master slammed his fist on the desk....this was an unneeded complication!

Abigor returned to his dance partner and kept his eyes on Sabre.  He decided he was wrong.  Sabre was the Prince he was only feeling this way because he was protecting him.  Master Zenethor would be able to help clear his confusion.  He did not want to fail his first task with his Prince.

He had meant what he said if the Prince wanted something he would do what he could to make it come about. 

As he danced he watched Sabre.  His mind confused.  He sent a silent request to Master Zenethor for guidance.  For he felt unsure.  Should he have left Lady Jana and Prince Sabre?  Was he wrong in asking the Prince if he wanted the attention...  he knew already his reaction to Sabre was wrong but he was sure this was misplaced.  Abigor was just confused in his devotion to the demon he had been choosen to protect.  It was natural he feel this way.

He danced with the girl and whispered the sweetest of things and made plans for much later that evening.

Lord Kora bowed as the Prince neared his side.  "Prince Sabre.  You looked well dancing.  Are you enjoying yourself?"  The lord smiled but it did not reach his eyes.  An underlining sadness was present.

Sabre smiled as he sat down next to Kora, but he saw the sadness in his eyes.

"Is it Lord Uric that makes you sad Lord Kora?" He asked quite sweetly and gently.

Of all of them Kora seemed the most approachable, almost a little like himself.

"I could not help but notice you both coming back looking...well....a little breathless." It was the most tactful way Sabre knew how to word it. Others might have been crude and blunt but that was not Sabre's way.

Kora blinked a few times his smile faded.  "Am I that obvious?"  He chided himself aloud and even chuckled a bit.

He nodded as Sabre continued and licked his lips.  The taste not too far gone of the one he loved.  "It would appear that due to our titles it is not meant to be."  His voice grew softer.  "It saddens me that he doesn't seem to care as much as I do.  But, he never promised me exclusivity.  So I can only blame myself for feeling as I do.  But yes it is Lord Uric that brings this to me."
 
He looked at Sabre and smiled as he gestured towards the commoners.  "They think we have it so good but they are free to live and love for us not so."

He took another look at the couples dancing, he noticed Abigor's careful eye not wavering from Sabre.  "One day perhaps...one day."

Sabre nodded.

"Perhaps one day he will realise how much you care." He said trying to offer solace to Kora, he laid a slender hand on the Lord's own.

He watched Abigor dancing with the female but his eyes seemed to be fixed on him and Kora.

"Abigor watches us intently....doesn't he...not as if you will ravish me!" He half joked.

He turned his back to Abigor and reached for a goblet, it contained wine, he took a slug and handed it to Kora.

"Hey...look I am defying my father!" He winked.

"What do you think Abigor will do....tell me off?"

Kora laughed.  "Aye but he is doing his job.  Not that I need tell you thins but Lord Abigor is a bit. Err...intense?"  He made a funny face as he said that and chuckled.  "He never does anything halfheartedly.  But, and I mean this Prince Sabre.  You will never find a more loyal being then he." 

Still chuckling a bit and enjoying the Prince's company was making him feel better.  "You know he dislikes Lord Warren."  He gestured towards another demon who for as dark as Abigor was Warren was pale.  He didn't have the look of a demon at all.  But he had the same arrogant stance and was about the same age.  He hadn't notice the Prince yet or you could bet he'd tried to weasel his time with him.  "Not too long ago he and I had words.  He is powerful Warren, but though Abigor is younger he held him back.  Made it clear he was not to lay another hand on me.  Since then he and Warren spar.  I am sure Lord Warren would like nothing better than to take Abigor's place but by birth he could only ever be Abigor's second.  But between you and I ... that will not be happening."

It was then the Prince's words sunk in...He absently took the goblet with a shaking hand.  "I thought you were not to drink...wine...ale...  Prince your father! He will know!"  He gripped the goblet as though it contained poison!  "He looked around and flung it.  "Shhh he approaches."

Abigor watched Kora toss a goblet and red splashed from it.  He noticed a not so innocent grin from the Prince.  With a quick departure from his dance partner he was next to them.  "What was that Lord Kora?"  He looked to them both.

Kora smiled...  "What was what Lord Abigor?  The Prince and I were talking of things...."  He looked over at the Prince his eyes huge and begged him to keep silent.

Sabre bit his lip naughtily and looked to Kora who almost seemed to be pleading with him when Abigor started to question him.

"That's right we were just talking about magic and runes....stuff that would bore you silly." He purred softly.

He could still taste the fruity wine in his mouth, so sweet and delicious, he so wanted some more.  He knew that he could not, not unless he wanted a scolding from Abigor and the thrashing of his life from Zenethor and his father.

"Where is your dance partner....she seemed to enjoy your whispered words." He teased lightly.

"Don't you think Kora?" He grinned to the Lord next to him.

They were sitting close together as thick as thieves as the Prince and Kora teased the General's son...enough to make Uric look over a little jealously...and discard Jana where she stood to come over to stand possessively by Kora.

"Hey Uric." Sabre mused.

"Are you bored of Jana already?"

Abigor was sure they were up to something.  He narrowed his eyes.  "I should have known introducing you two was going to bite me back.  I am keeping my eye on you two!"  He looked at Sabre.  His teasing brought a smile as he heard Kroa agree with the Prince.

"Indeed Lord Abigor, is that Deede?  I have to agree with Prince Sabre she looks mighty put out not receiving your whispered words."  He chuckled and then waved to the girl!

Abigor growled but not menacing, in fun.  "Yeah you two together...no good."  Just as he spoke Lord Uric arrived.  And with what Prince Sabre said next he stifled a chuckle.  Raised his eyebrow and looked at Lord Uric whom seemed to want to lay his claim over Kora, over the Prince!  Was he losing his mind!  He just chuckled.

Lord Uric noticed how close the Prince was sitting to Kora.  Something didn't sit well and he excused himself leaving Jana with group of ladies.  He rushed to Kora's side a surge of jealousy coursed through him.  As he he heard the exchange and then the Prince's comments he was at a loss.  Was he teasing him?

"Bored?  Uh, yes...."  Quickly he coughed and stammered ...  "No...no not at all.  I..."  He looked at the others and said the first thing he could think of, "I thought something happened is all and I might be needed."  It sounded lame even to his own ears.

Sabre gave an amused grin, knowing just how to teach Uric a lesson for making Kora sad.

"Thought something had happened....." He echoed Uric's words.

"What would have happened? Perhaps Kora was going to ravish me...claim me....be my first!" He teased.

"I am so lucky you and Abigor came back in time......I am saved Kora....you will not have your way tonight!"

He bit his lip to stop laughing, Uric's face was an absolute picture.....he glanced to Abigor.....come to think of it so was his Protector's.

This was first time he had been so mischievous out from Zenethor's and Ana watchful eyes.....not under his father's thumb. Even Kora looked flushed at his words!

To say he was surprised would have been an understatement.  Abigor never thought there was such a side when he would glance at the boy with his nose in a book.  He was dumbfounded.  At a loss for words.  Then he noticed the Prince biting his lip though it was an innocent enough gesture his stomach tightened.  In fact he mention his first...  His stomach more than tightened. 

"Uh, well good thing Uric and I got here in time to save your virtue.  But seems you are right...err...my dance partner...Dee...yeah let me get back."  He hesitated his smile there but something else shimmered in his purple eyes.  Almost a hungry look, he tried to shake it off but wasn't completely successful.

The general's son backed away with a few not so casual glances at the prince.

Kora almost choked!  Prince Sabre had a fine sense of humor!  But his words hit a cord.  Ravish him indeed.  But, the Prince's charm was not lost on him.  He was absolutely magnificent.  He flushed.  To say he wouldn't relish the opportunity would be a lie.

Uric stood there.  What could he say?  Do?  Kora was his!  But he would never defy the crown...  but? 

He stood closer to Kora as he listened to Abigor and watched him back away and leave.  He left him!  He opened his mouth a few times but nothing came out.  Finally coming out of it Uric looked into the dancing eyes of the Prince's.  He was teasing him but it felt odd to think he'd lose Kora and to all demons the Prince.  No he would not be able to fight that.  Besides he'd been Kora's first he knew everything the demon loved.  He cleared his throat.  "It seems I was wrong then.  My pardons to you both."  His voice sounded tight even to his ears as if he were jealous.  "Kora will I see you later?  After the fires?"  It was all he could think to say.  He'd never had to...what...fight for Kora's attention.  He shook his head as confusion set in.

Sabre detected the jealousy in Uric's voice and he was pleased, perhaps the licentious demon Lord needed to think he had some competition.

"Lord Kora." He said sweetly.

"Would you like to come to the Great Library tomorrow I have some tomes that I think will really interest you."

His pretty dark gaze shifted to where Abigor danced again with Deede and he smiled teasingly to the General's son who watched him with his purple intense eyes. He shifted in his seat and crossed his legs at the ankles.  He ran his hand through his silvery hair and yawned a little, Abigor's gaze was very intense indeed and it made him feel tingly.

Kora smiled.   He had not answered Uric yet but he could wait.  The Prince came first.  "I would enjoy that Prince Sabre.  I've not yet had the pleasure to use it.  Will be quite the treat for me."

He wanted to thank Sabre.  Hug him, something.  But hugging would get Abigor and Sabre in trouble best to leave that be.  He only hoped his eyes should how much he appreciated what Sabre was doing.

Lord Uric stood awkwardly not sure if he should go or stay.  He cleared his throat hoping Kora would remember he was there.  Finally he spoke up again.  "Kora?"  He prompted.

Lord Kora winked at Sabre and turned.  "Lord Uric?"  He said. 

"Ah yes, well..."  The ginger haired lord stuttered a bit.  "I will see you later, right?"  He looked at Kora and raised his eyebrow.''

"If time permits Lord Uric."  Kora said in a sweet voice.  As if Lord Uric asked him about the weather.

Abigor did not take his eyes off the trio.  What was the Prince doing?  He had something!  Did he drink Ale?  Wine?  He was forgetting his steps and twice Dee had to correct him.  She was a lovey and he should be paying attention to her.  But he could not stop looking at Sabre and the way he looked and those sweet kissable lips...WHAT!  His breathing increased.  He looked at Sabre sitting there so gentle looking.  What he wouldn't do to be his first.  WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM!  STOP ABIGOR JUST STOP! 

He didn't want to look at him but couldn't turn away and it had nothing to do with his job.

As Abigor watched Sabre, the Prince watched him right back, a small smile playing about his lips as he watched Dee correct the General's son in his dancing. Obviously his footwork with the sword was sounder, but he would learn that as they went along.  He wished he could have another mouthful of wine but with Abigor watching him so intently he would never get the goblet to his lips.

He picked up on threads of thoughts and one word burned through them all 'Kissable'.

He looked to Abigor now with some curiosity, he was not thinking those words about Dee, and as he concentrated the thoughts became more coherent...something about being a first?

His First what?  First General? He would not be that until his father died.

Sabre tilted his head now as if trying to listen very hard over a din.

Lord Uric couldn't believe his ears.  Did Kora just dismiss him?  Yup, he did.

"We'll talk later Kora."  He whispered and softly touched the demons back.  Lady Jana had approached and she was smiling at Sabre, but Uric took hold of her hand.  He gently guided her back to the dancing.  She sighed. 

Kora tilted his head and watched them.

Abigor smiled at Dee.  "Lord Abigor, you normally are such a marvelous dancer what is?  My dress?"  Her voice grew seductive. 

He quickly looked at her, it was a lovely dress.  She wore it well.  "You look beautiful Dee, as always.  It must be your dress...wreaking havoc with me.  I long to see you out of it though."  The last part was whispered in her ear.  Which brought a smile and a blush from her.

Yet he didn't really care either way.  He was longing for someone else.  That someone else was untouchable though and his chest rumbled.  Look at him...misstep and a giggle from Dee...  His hair must be soft, his skin too, would he like my touch?  Those lips!  He couldn't stop...he tried, he did but the way Sabre looked with the bonfire and the moon light was just too overwhelming.  So he began to think about all the things he'd like to do to him.  Like, kiss his neck, shoulder, remove that shirt and touch every inch.  His breathing increased and by reflex alone he held Dee closer.  His need growing.  What would he taste like?  Feel like?

Abigor shook his head...he had to stop before he dragged either Dee or Sabre or both into the woods and ravished them.  Yet just looking at Sabre was driving him mad.

Sabre sat with his head cocked to one side as he picked up on the more concentrated thoughts of the General's son and as they became that very much clearer his eyes widened with surprise and shock and his lips parted slightly in a gasp.  He had such bad thoughts....not about Dee....but about him and he realised that Abigor had all but undressed him with his eyes, that was what the intense stare was all about.  He flushed deep pink and averted his eyes from Abigor, staring at the ground, he never thought anybody saw or wanted him in that way.

Was his being an Incubus making it worse?

He remembered the night at the inn the way all three lords had looked at him so hungrily when they had not known he was the Prince.

He should go home....right now....but that would mean being alone with Abigor!

What could he do?

"Kora.....would you take me back to the castle gate please...I am really tired....and Lord Abigor looks like he is having fun....I do not want to stop it." He said anxiously.

He noticed the Prince flush.  Was something wrong?  He went to go to his side.  But Dee wasn't hearing it this time.  "Noooo, he isn't a baby!  Besides he is with Lord Kora!"  He growled but stayed his gaze still on the Prince.

"Hmm, oh!"  Kora came out of his trance so to speak and smiled awkwardly.  "Uh, yes.  I can.  Are you oaky?  Nothing wrong, right?"  He wouldn't refuse the Prince anything so long as he could provide it.  This seemed easy enough.  Besides he was actually really enjoying the Prince's company.  He felt they were forging a friendship, one that would hold strong.

"Let's get you to the gate Prince Sabre.  And..."  He hesitated "...Did you really mean for us to study in the library, I mean if you change your mind it is completely understandable."  He didn't want to force the issue but he'd be lying to say he wasn't already looking forward to gaining access to it.

He casually cupped Sabre's elbow so as to guide him through some of the remaining demons.  It was nothing or force or for any other reason than for guidance so they were not separated. 

Abigor watched.  This was interesting indeed.  Now where did Prince Sabre think he was off to?  Without his sworn protector.  Did he not hear his father?  No, no, no this would not do at all!  He firmly but gently put Dee to the side with a reminder that they were to meet later.  This made her feel somewhat better.  Pouting slightly she nodded for she could tell the general's son would not be swayed. 

He walked quickly to catch up but then slowed staying out of ear shot but within close range. 

Kora chuckled.  "I told you he was intense.  It appears weather you wanted him t or not he is behind us.  Shall we continue on and ignore him?" 

Sabre took a quick glance behind and turned back to fix his eyes to the front.

"Ignore him!" He said a little too quickly, his face heated remembering Abigor's thoughts.

He answered Kora's previous question.

"I would love you to come and join me in the library it would be nice to have a friend to study with." He leaned into Kora and nudged him in a friendly way with his shoulder.

Sabre felt hot and embarrassed as his mind kept leaping back to what he had heard, gods did Abigor really want that....how could he he had been with so many....what was so special about him to make the General's son want him so desperately.

Kora pressed his lips together suppressing a smile.  The Prince seemed a little too quick there. 

So the good lord did just that ignored the heated stare of the would be general...

"This pleases me Prince Sabre.  I have heard your great library has volumes of texts that most thought lost and many have forgotten."  He felt it best to keep it light and try to take their minds off the demon behind them with the burning stare.

"I heard that you were beyond most in your knowledge of Rune Lore and it is most impressive.  Many find it hard to comprehend.  I myself need to practice one many times over before I even understand the text in which that I read."

Abigor stayed his course.  It was his responsibility to see Sabre home.  He gave his word and he would be damned if it failed at this so simple a task.  For he already knew he'd failed at least one requirement.  No touching!  How many did just that!  Touching...he would love to touch him further too.  His skin was soft, his hand, would the rest of him be so as well?  He couldn't help but appreciate the Prince's backside as well.  It was firm and his legs so well-toned.  Yes Abigor was interested in a way he'd never been before.

Sabre was desperately trying to shut out Abigor's thoughts that came uninvited into his mind, it was like once he had tuned into him, he could not tune him out.

He smiled nervously to Kora.

"Rune Lore is something that I excel in Lord Kora and perhaps I might be able to share it with you." He said softly.

"There are many books in the Great Library...it is a place that I feel most at home, I have my little corner of it...a private retreat almost."

Abigor was thinking about touching now...touching! Just what he promised the King he wouldn't allow.  Father would slaughter him if he knew about these rampant thoughts!  Wasn't he meant to be his Protector!

They were at the gate and Sabre smiled graciously to Kora.

"My thanks Lord Kora, please meet me at the Library tomorrow at the strike of six in the evening, I should be finished with Master Zenethor by then."

He bowed courteously and walked quickly within the castle gate, nodding to the guard and he headed towards his room, through the long dark corridors.

Sabre's mind was in turmoil as he walked the South Wing back to his rooms where he knew Ana would still be anxiously awake waiting for him.  How could he read Abigor so easily? The General's sons mind was full up with lust, need and desire....was it all he thought on?

The thoughts he had read make his cheeks heat in guilty shame, he really should not of listened to them...they were private after all, Abigor had not voiced them openly. Perhaps he was nothing more than a little bitch Abigor had growled it so heatedly...was he thinking those things then?

Kora bowed.  "It would be an honor and my pleasure to join you Prince Sabre."  It might have seemed to another a bit dramatic but Kora was sincere.  He never would have guessed the Prince to be so outgoing and well friendly.  It was a pleasant surprise.

Kora waited to be sure the Prince was safely inside and then turned.  He nodded to Abigor and kept walking.

Abigor followed several steps behind the two.  He watched as Sabre slipped into the castle.  Lord Kora even nodded as he passed.  Abigor did the same.  Though Lord Kora had a smile as wide as a river and Abigor had none.

He silently followed him until he watched him enter his wing door. 

He stood outside of it.  Why had he not wanted to walk back with him?  Did they not have a good time?  When they were getting ready, back at the armory?  He was puzzled.  He thought to knock but turned from the door. 

He heard footsteps, his heart leapt to his throat and for a brief moment he thought Sabre was going to open the door and bade him a good night.  But as the kept going he figured they were probably Ana's.

"Prince?  Where is Lord Abigor?  Did he not see you back?  That wicked boy!  He did not leave you alone did he?"  Ana peppered the demon with questions.  Then took a calming breath.  "Prince Sabre, I just worry so about you.  I should have asked first if you enjoyed yourself.  Did you, love?"

Abigor waited a few moments more before turning to go.  His job was done for the night.  Yet something was off?   

Sabre stood and dutifully answered Ana's questions and he even lied and said that Abigor had seen him to the end of the corridor, likely he was in the corridor, he could still feel him.

"Ana?" He said softly.

"Do you think of me as beautiful or am I just an adornment ?" He asked quietly.

"I mean do I have the sort of looks to make people think bad things...and if so does that make me a bitch?"

His voice was very sad.

"Is that all I am to people a pretty face and a body that they can covet, use, and discard?"

Ana smiled but soon it faded as she heard the sadness in his voice and it concerned her greatly.

"Prince Sabre."  She came and led him to a small sitting area.  "Why would you ever think these things?  Where the other demons draw to you?  More than others?  Did you happen to pick up on some of their wicked thoughts?"  She asked but didn't really wait for an answer she had feared something along these lines to happen.  His father should have allowed him to mingle then this wouldn't be having these self-doubts now.

"You my young Prince are more than beautiful.  It is your gift and your curse to bare."  Her voice was soft and gentle.  "Your mother was a succubus and you understand their allure.  Others are naturally drawn to you because of this.  Are you a bitch, well really only you can answer that question...  I for one hope that is not what I raised.  I do not see you as that."  She patted his arm comfortingly.  "You will pull many of these thoughts from both female and males alike.  It isn't wrong to indulge in these, though your father would have my head if he heard me.  But, when he allows you to know as long as you hold it within your station there isn't anything wrong with it."

Her mind was a mixture of tenderness for Sabre and anger for Abigor.  What hussy was allowed to hurt her baby!  She would be speaking to the lord about this.

"Never allow anyone to use you Prince Sabre.  You are stronger than that.  Yes there will be those who will want too and will try no doubt.  There are always those types."  A few came to mind too...Viola...Warren...  "You need to understand the demon first.  If you understand the demon than you will know in your heart what their goal is.  But, never fear you are wise beyond your years this will come naturally to you."

She got up and kissed the crown of his head as she went off to prepare his bed.

Abigor walked from the entrance of the corridor.  There was much on his mind but he had said he would met up with Dee and hopefully this would chase those thoughts from his mind.

He slipped back out the gates and nodded to the guards.  He took the foot path back to the bonfires which were beginning to subside.  He caught sight of Uric scowling with Lady Jana and few others.  Then his eyes met Dee's. 

"Many pardons my beautiful lady.  Can you forgive me for abandoning you?"  He came up and molded himself into her curves.   He kissed her neck and the side of her face.  Abigor though no incubus was very charming, he exuded power, and confidence.  He was soon leading Dee back to his chambers for the rest of the evening.

He reasoned it was the wine that played with his senses as he let out his pent up desires on the female demon warming his bed.

Sabre crawled miserably into his bed and laid staring at the ceiling, Ana bought him a hot drink to help him sleep and she fussed and cuddled him.  He felt glad of her motherly comfort, and he decided to not go to his sword lesson....he would feign illness.  He just could not face Abigor at the moment, not after hearing his thoughts.

The Prince was painfully shy about himself and Abigor thoughts had made him feel very self conscious.

"Ana....please don't make me go to sword play tomorrow......please Nana Ana!" He begged sweetly.

"Prince!  What do you mean of this?"  She frowned, worry etching her brow.  "Are you not well?  If you say so I will be forced to notify your father.  If he thinks you are sick from your excursions you can forget ever being let out with your friends."  Ana wanted to give into him, but she knew if he did not arrive to sword class Master Zenethor would demand to know why, it being only the third day and all.

"Prince besides whatever bothered you out at the bonfire tonight has nothing to do with your training.  You will be with Lord Abigor and Master Zenethor.  What is it child?"  Her heart was breaking but she knew if he did not go the king would be in a fury thinking he'd been poisoned and Lord Abigor, well forget what would happen to him.

Sabre anxiously twisted the bedclothes in his hands as he looked earnestly at her.

"No Ana...I am not sick...I just don't want to go...I am not a swordsman...it embarrassing, Lord Abigor and Master Zenethor shouldn't have to tutor me!"

It was the best excuse he could come up with, he couldn't tell Ana that his so called Protector was having less than pure thoughts about him, Abigor would be in so much trouble.

"I am a sorcerer like my grandfather...I know it....you know it...Father knows it...but he insists on forcing me to be a soldier....I can't do it Ana!"  Tears filled his eyes now, he didn't want to cry but he knew he could not look Abigor in the eyes tomorrow knowing what he knew.

"Please....there must be some way!"

Ana had to agree the boy had a very valid point.  There were many things she wished the King would do differently but it was not her place.  She could never refuse his tears.

"I will send word the Master Zenethor that you will not be attending.  I will tell him myself.  For if I recall you did not complete that assignment I had asked of you the other day."  Her eyebrows raised and a slight smirk appeared as she tried to comfort the Prince.  She hadn't given him an assignment, but this was her ruse and she hoped Sabre would catch on. 

"I know with the sword training and then the bonfire you must have forgotten all about it but I will not have you running off having all sorts of fun and games while your doctrinal duties are neglected.  You must know the right pose for your subjects.  How to lead them with your words and wit as well as your blade."  She winked at the boy and patted him as she stepped away.  "So no Prince Sabre you may not go to sword training tomorrow and possibly the next day until your studies are completed.  So stop pestering me, your tears will not change my mind no matter how much you like it better!"

With a smile on her lips she softly closed his door and went to her room adjacent his.  She still was concerned but would handle that with Master Zenethor.

Relief flooded through Sabre as Ana found a way, he would work so very hard for her tomorrow, he would be the perfect Prince and practice his diction and his poise to her heart's content.  He would not have to face Abigor and that was good, how could he face him and not blush, the General's son would sense it a mile off and to make thing's worse he was coming into season.

No...he had to stay away from Abigor....well away.

Though as sleep claimed him he had loose thoughts that strayed into his sleep.

What would it be like if Abigor kissed his throat or pushed his shirt down over his shoulders and stroked his chest?

Abigor woke and want should have been a wonderful morning wasn't.  He was more confused and just wanted to be left alone. 

He reached down and kissed her awake.  "As much as I'd love you to stay I need to get ready."

Abigor flipped the covers off and stood.  He helped her out of bed with promises of seeing her again.  None of those promises he planned to keep.  With Dee gone he got ready.  Smiling as he remembered last night and how Sabre changed his costing color to match his colors.  He found himself eager to see him again. 

He dressed in simple grey and purple.  Tying his hair back with a cloth to keep them from falling into his eyes.  He'd sit up a few targets and arrange the gallery so it is like a course.  This would help Sabre with multiple enemy attacks.   Of course he'd run it by Master Zenethor.

He found himself hurrying to the armory to see to his daily chores before training. 

He stopped by the kitchen and chatted with a few.  They all wondered what had gotten into the general's son, he was actually in a good mood.  One of the chamber maids whispered he had spent the night with Lady Deede maybe love was in the air.  Now Abigor spent many a night with many a partner but he had never seemed so chipper the next day so soon all the lower staff was humming about how Lord Abigor had a Lady Love in Deede.

Had he known he would have been absolutely furious. 

As Abigor had woken bright and chipper, Prince Sabre woke in the opposite way.  He looked pale and drawn as if he had not slept well and in truth he had tossed and turned all night and worse still the season was upon him.

He gave a soft groan and turned over in his bed and buried his head in his pillow and gave a sob.

"Not now....why now!"

At least he would not have to go to the gallery today, Ana had promised him that, perhaps two days even.  It would be worse to face Abigor now, the General's son would pick up the scent of the Season emanating from him and that would send him into a frenzy.  Deep down inside part of Sabre wanted to do just that....to see what would happen, but it would be so very wrong.

He slowly sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, Ana would be in any moment to wake him, she would scent it too.  Hopefully she would go easy on him....then he remembered he had promised to meet Lord Kora in the Great Library later...Kora would not be interested in any of that....he just wanted to look at books....so he should be alright there.

Abigor went through his day finding that he was looking forward to seeing Sabre and showing him a few new moves.  Perhaps afterwards he would join him and return the book on Rune Lore and begin his next lesson?  He was looking forward to it.

Ana had woken up and requested for a nursemaid to come, Lui entered the Prince's chambers.  Once she had shown Lui where things were should the Prince need anything she went off to find Master Zenethor.

Going to Prince Sabre's bedchamber she opened the door softly.  He was on his side and she couldn't tell if he was resting or not but the scent that filtered over her was as old and familiar as time.  The poor boy was in season. 

She went to his study knocked and announced herself waiting for him to grant her entry.  "Master Zenethor may I please have a word with you."

Zenethor was surprised to see Ana, pleased but a bit surprised.

"Of course please do come in Ana...can I get you anything."

Zenethor had a possible inkling of why she might be here, but he would hear what she had to say.

She entered and sat across the great demon.  "No m'lord but thank you."  She wanted to get right down to the root of her visit.

"The Prince will not be able to join you today or tomorrow in the gallery."  She smiled and she knew they were safe from even the King in Zenethor's space so she smiled and went forth with the truth.

"I will keep him close it turns out his is in season.  Something happens at the bonfires to make him feel this way.  Though he did not say it in words nor was he marked in anyway.  But, something happened.  He worries the rest of the demons will only see him through eyes of lust and then discard him when through."

She took a calm breath before continuing. 

"If asked why he did not attend it is because he did not finish his doctrine.  It is highly important for the Prince to master this skill.  Though I've no doubt as I am sure you do not that he will, this is the reason once his father asks why."  She smiled at the wise demon.

"I hope you are in agreement with this decision." 

Zenethor frowned, so the Prince had heard Abigor's thoughts after all.  Likely his Pupil has picked up on the subtle changes in the Prince's scent before he had come into season that would explain his behaviour.

"You were wise to bring this to me Ana, I will let the Prince have his couple of days. Try to keep him im his rooms, it would be for the best!"

Sabre knew he should get up but he just did not want to....he did not want to face anyone whilst he was in season, they did not need to speak to him, their looks said all there was to say usually.  He finally sat up and took a breath, he should wash and dress, then he supposed that Ana would have breakfast waiting for him in the room next door...then he was at her mercy all day for lessons of the doctrine.

They were not so bad....a bit boring...but bearable.

He went to the basin and poured some water and washed himself and then went to his wardrobe to find something to wear.  He settle on a dark charcoal grey pale of breeches and black boots, matched with a lighter silvery grey silk shirt and a waistcoat of the same charcoal grey as the breeches but threaded with silver too.

He headed out into the main room and found not Ana as he would have expected but her second...Lui.

"Good Morning Lui." He said softly and took his place at the small table by the window.

Ana nodded.  "Thank you Master Zenethor, I knew I could count on your level head."  She rose and then bowed.  "I shall be going.  And I will do as you suggested and keep him in his wing."  The nursemaid exited and in her usual brisk and efficient manner headed towards the kitchen for herself before returning to the Prince.

Abigor was anxious.  He did all he was supposed to and some.  When finally he could head over to the gallery to prepare he stopped by Master Zenethor's study first to request permission to set up the drill session.

Knocking he announced himself and waited for the demon to allow him to enter.  When he gave consent Abigor did.

Abigor nodded and sat across taking the same chair that Ana had vacated a few hours before.  "Master Zenethor, sorry to interrupt your work but I wanted to ask permission to set up a drill session for today.  I think after last night I saw and understood what you meant.  In fact I think we might become good friends, like my father and the King."   His voice was that of a young demon, not the adult he was becoming, it was eager.  It was as if ten years lifted away.

Zenethor sat back and listened as Abigor spoke and he folded his arms across his chest.

"Tell me Abigor did you realise this when you admiring his rear on the way back to the castle or when you thought about dragging him and the female you were with into the woods and ravishing them both?" He asked sternly.

He would treat Abigor like an adult, he would have the truth.

"We will not be training with Prince today...nor tomorrow....he is in season and somewhat distressed, he read you last night Abigor....he is confused."

So Master Zenethor knew as did the Prince.  He flushed.  He wasn't above feeling embarrassment, but it was more so that he wished Sabre hadn't heard.  Not because he didn't wish him to know but that he had wished to say it to him.

"I do not understand myself Master."  He looked up at Zenethor his eyes swimming with confusion.   "We were dancing, I mean Deede and I when he was sitting on a bench with Lord Kora.  He was absolutely the most beautiful demon I've ever laid eyes on.  When Lady Jana wanted to dance with him I felt a surge of jealously."  He had not realized he was trembling but he was.  "I tried to fight it.  I told myself to stop yet it wouldn't.  I did not act nor will I Master Zenethor.  I know my thoughts were unjust.  He didn't mean to provoke them.  I won't say it will never happen again but I will be sure to mask them from now on."

He had kept Master Zenethor's gaze, but closed his eyes just now trying to clear his thoughts.  "I truly don't know what came over me.  But it was different this time."

"Abigor." Zenethor said firmly.

"He is the Prince....he will not be a conquest, the young man is terrified enough that is all he is seen as!"

He shook his head.

"He is meant to meet Kora today to go to the library, the Prince will not be able to but you will take Kora, The Prince would be upset if the promise of seeing it was not kept."

Zenethor sat back and regarded his favoured pupil with a critical eye, his own father would not be too pleased at his son's thoughts either.

"Guard your thought my boy...I understand you are young, the Prince is attractive...but he is an incubus...desire itself...but he is also innocent and unworldly, try to hide what you feel from him!"

"Yes, I will guard them.  You will not have to worry of them."  As he mentioned Lord Kora he nodded.  "Will it be okay?  I mean he won't be there, or how will I know he won't?"

He sat there and was started by the fact that he was disappointed he wouldn't see Sabre today...or tomorrow for that matter!  Wow, how did he do such a change in just one day?  "Master Zenethor, I have his Rune Lore book.  I finished it.  Should I leave it in the library?"  He wasn't sure if this meant the Prince wouldn't show him.  "Should I not go to him for lessons?"

Zenethor growled softly in exasperation had he heard nothing.

"Abigor, he will be nowhere that you are!" It was said a little more sharply.

"Take Kora to the library, leave the book where it was given to you.....you will not engage the Prince...you will not go to him....do I make myself clear!"


Sabre sat eating his food but pushed it away after a few bites, last night had been very confusing and he was still trying to make sense of what he had heard from Abigor and how it made him feel. Part of him was excited and wanted to hear more.....that was because of the season so he thought. The other part of him was terrified of what would happen if his father found out.  Lui looked anxiously at the uneaten food and the pale colour of the prince....did the physician need to be called? She would speak to Ana on her return she knew the Prince better than anyone she had raised him since the birthing that killed his mother.

The general's son nodded.  "Yes, Master Zenethor."  He stood and waited to be excused.  Once he was he left his thoughts were a mass of confusion.  What happened?  Was all he could keep thinking.

Abigor made his way to the gallery to expel some pent up energy.  He didn't understand why he had those thoughts because he knew no matter what he would never act on them.  Master Zenethor expected him to hold his honor and he would never give the demon cause to be discouraged with him.  Yet he felt since meeting the Prince on a more personal level it was all he has done.

The poor target dummies were savagely tore up.  He was panting and sweating.  But beginning to feel a bit more in control of his emotional state.   He wasn't ready to quit and so he continued.  As he worked he was unaware of his father watching.  The General was pleased that his son mastered his craft so well.  It also pleased him to no end that his mind was sharp and he could understand the need for strategy.  But, it displeased him that he was still very fiery.  His temper needed to be controlled better.  One thing a demon in his position was to control his urges.  All of them.  He would need to speak with Abigor.  So he waited.  Once the demon was cleaning up his father would join him and they could discuss m

Sabre had left his breakfast and gone to sit in the small day room that adjoined his suite.  He was going over the laws of Kingship in a large and very old tome that Ana had him read from often. His mind was elsewhere though, wondering how Abigor was taking the news that he would not be joining the General's son and Master Zenethor today.  He knew that Abigor had likely gone to Deede last night and he could not help but wonder what they had done together and had Abigor thought of him whilst they had?

He shook his head and tried harder to concentrate on the page that he was on, but the harder he tried the more the words seem to slip from him.  Ana would not be pleased at his lack of learning today...she had been known to be cross at him....even punished him once or twice!  Maybe she might go easy on him especially if Lui reported he was off his food.

Then his mind slipped to Kora....he was meant to meet him later at the library...he would be so disappointed!

Sabre closed his eyes and tried to fight the urge to throw the book across the room....why was everything so difficult!

Ana came back and Lui alerted her to the Prince's condition, that of not really eating.  She asked if the physician should be called.  Ana shook her head no and sighed a bit.  Ana patted the nursemaid and told her not to worry this was normal.

She went into the day room without knocking.  "Prince Sabre, you will need to tell me what is bothering you.  I cannot assist if you don't open to me."  Her voice was firm but caring.

"I see something more is bothering you.   You can trust me Prince."  With that she sealed the door.  She was concerned for him but more because of his emotional state.  He seemed to her for the first time fragile.

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Abigor was soaked with sweat.  It ran down his face, stung his eyes, and stained his shirt.  He put the weapon away and immediately went to clean up.  This is when his father entered.

"Abigor, please let me help you.  I watched today.  Your form is quite good my son.  It swells me with pride to watch you."  He smiled at the young demon, who's purple eyes were shimmering with confusion.

"Thank you father."  His voice was low and even.

They cleaned the gallery to Master Zenethor's standards together.  Both were quiet as they worked.

It was the son who broke the silence.  "Why are you here?" 

The General softened a bit.  He could tell his son was not himself and possibly now was not a good time to discuss matters.  "Is something wrong my son?  You do not seem yourself?"   He noticed the confusion.

"Not now father, please."  Abigor looked away.

"Yes, now.  I will not ask again if you do not give it willingly...  Well you know I have my ways."  The demon was intimidating. 

"I think inadvertently offended Prince Sabre.  My thoughts, I tried to fight them but the kept.  He saw them and they weren't good.  Not good at all."  He looked ashamed, his voice filled with hurt.

The General stood still, not an affectionate demon.  He also had no illusions about his son and knew what type of thoughts he had, by a guess only.  He would need to speak with Master Zenethor.  For now he needed to ease his son's pain and confusion.

"Abigor, stand proud.  I won't have you being like this.  Weakened.  Own your thoughts maybe now you will guard them better in future.  Was your first thought to harm him or protect him?"

"Protect!  Never while I am near him will harm befall."  Abigor stood straighter, his voice a bit strengthen.

"Then you need not be ashamed."  He patted his son's shoulders.  "I need to go son, remember what I said."  He nodded and left his son's side.

Abigor felt a little better but still it bothered him that the Prince wouldn't be around the next two days.

Sabre flushed at her question and shifted uncomfortably, Ana could read him like a book, always had done.  He felt ashamed that he had certain thoughts about Abigor, it was wrong and if his father found out he would be thoroughly whipped by his hand and locked up and never see anyone ever again.

"Ana.....I wondered what it might feel like if Abigor did what he thought." He said slowly, his voice lowered with shamed.

"I found myself wanting to tease him with the scent of my season!" He chewed his lip anxiously, tears filling his eyes.

"Please do not tell my father Ana......please.....I am sorry I will not think it any more I promise!"

His father would send Abigor away.....far away......and what he would do to his own son would be wrathful.  Sabre had been punished by his father before and it had been brutal and that had been over something minor!

Ana let out a whistle.  This was a thought in the back of her head.  She also knew his father would be furious.  Silence would be best where that was concerned.

"Prince Sabre, you have my trust and my word it will never be spoke of to your father by me.  Before I unseal this room just be very careful.  I understand you are young and all your age experiment.  It is natural.  What isn't allowed...is it to be obvious.  You are a Prince and even I expect you to conduct yourself as such that brings honor to your name, title, and crown."  She got up and knelled next to him as her arms wrapped around Sabre.  It was more of a mother gesture of comfort.  "There is nothing wrong with you and I will confess something to you, something you cannot tell your father.  SO you know I won't break my word."

She cleared her throat and felt this would help ease any feeling he may have of her going to his father.  "I often thought if he would allow you to indulge more in your demon side, be the incubus you are it would be healthier for you.  But alas he does not agree.  He fears that something may happen to you and he will lose you as he did your mother.  So now we are even.  We both have a secret."  She kissed the crown of his head and sat back down.

In a much softer voice, "Prince Sabre it is natural.  Feel what you feel.  Act on it as well, but be sure it is only when it is safe to do so.  Also block even your father from reading your mind.  I know you've been able to since you were a babe.  So gifted you are."  She meant that Sabre far excelled others in so many areas and it swelled her with pride.

She unsealed the room.  Smiled at him.  "Head up Prince.  Now.....where are we in this book?  Hmm?"

Sabre grinned and kissed her lightly and fondly on the cheek.

"Thank you Nana Ana." He said ever so sweetly.

He turned to the book and showed her the page he had already read.

"King's Law." He said softly.

"I was reading it and whilst it is absolute in most cases sometimes it pays to be flexible I think."

He guarded his thoughts now, it was like an iron curtain that went up round his mind shutting everyone out of it, he was unreadable to everyone, even Ana.

"Ana....I feel much better, I think I will go and exercise in the gallery for a little bit, Zenethor and Abigor will have finished by now and I want to show Kora the library later." He said in a soft purr.

He rose and bowed to her and turned to saunter into his bedroom, he wanted to change into clothes more fitting for sword play. He chose his black leather breeches and a shirt of the same midnight black in silk.  He pulled on his soft black leather boots, over the top of his shirt he wore a vestment of silvery metal links, almost like mail, it clung to him like a second skin, light as anything for it's wearer for it was enchanted.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror and he gave a grin, he did look rather handsome, the silver and the black showed off his moonlight hair to perfection as well as is onyx eyes.

"Very well Master Abigor!" He thought to himself.

"I'll give you something to get in a lather about!"

Abigor left in the opposite direction then his father.  He needed a shower. 

Pulling the cloth from his hair as he walked he noticed from the corner a few scully maids looking at him and whispering.  He narrowed his purple eyes and he continued to walk past them.  Once in his chambers he relaxed.  Abigor didn't realize he was tense.  He needed a bath!  Something to ease the rest of his tensions away.

He called to Lui who was missing.  So opening the outer door he asked the first available maid passing by.  He wanted some wine and fruit...black berries.

The bath drawn he striped and sank into the hot water with a sigh. The water felt soothing, it lured him to let his thoughts drift to him...guarding himself first for fear of anyone nearby.  He was soon lost in them. 

Sabre sauntered along the corridors towards the gallery but he took the route that took him paast Lord Abigor's quarters, he saw a maid with a tray bearing a decanter of wine and a dish of blackberries.

"Are those for Lord Abigor." He asked the girl quite charmingly.

"Yes...My Lord ...Prince." She said in utter shock that she had been addressed by the Prince.

He reached over and took a succulent blackberry and popped it in his mouth, his fingers drifted over the food lacing it with his scent.  He then took the goblet and decanted some wine into it and took a long sip and set the cup back.

"Tastes very good." He purred and carried on his way.

The girl looked at the tray puzzled and then she entered the General's son's rooms and set the tray down.

"Your food and drink Milord." She called.

Sabre entered the gallery and went to the weapons rack and picked up a slender katana and went back to the centre of the large area and started to run through the blade swings.  Anyone that watched would wonder at the gracefulness and lithe easy movement.

His scent was strong, his season was powerful this time and anyone within several corridors radius would pick up on it, the alluring scent would attract many to him, but his mind was set in drawing one for now.

Abigor turned at the maid brought in the tray and set it down beside the bathing tub.  If she had looked at him she would have seen his face tighten as he caught the scent waft over him.  His hands gripped the edge of the tub.  The maid excused herself and left.  All his tension came racing back.

He had been outside his door.  The scent was too strong.  He could see his cup had been used.  The food lingered with the smell.  He growled.  Abigor truly thought he was going mad.  How did the shy little book worm become so desirable?  When did the change take place?  It seemed only the other day he was passing the library and inside the boy with his head bent over a book.  Now...well now he was a mass of nerves. 

He lifted the bowl with his favorite treat and inhaled deeply.  He was instantly drawn and wanted more.  He poured the wine and drank from the spot that had grazed Sabre lips.  It was too much.  He stood from the cooling water and stepped out he was alone so he didn't bother to cover himself.  He stood there nothing on and his mind consumed with thoughts of Sabre.  He growled...a low rumble and went to dry of he ate a few on the berries and his desire heightened.

He dressed in his charcoal grey and purple.  His hair not yet dry all the way but hanging loose.  He didn't want to but found himself following the trail.

It led him to the gallery.  His heart was pounding.  He willed his mind to only watch the sword play.  He hadn't meant to think anything other than about the style.  His lips curved as Sabre turned and he caught sight of his full form.  He was magnificent.

"You know you shouldn't be here alone...  A Prince with you're ...err...charm need protection...  Would you not agree?"  His smile was wicked.  As wicked as the thoughts dancing in his head.

Sabre slowly lowered the sword and his dark eyes took in the sight of the General's son with some amusement.

"Perhaps I can look after myself better than you think." He purred softly.

He took up his stance again, almost dismissing Abigor, but not quite, a smile played about his lips.

"I thought you were done for the day and resting in your quarters.  I on the other hand felt an odd need...." He teased the word out.

"To exercise....Ana thought it might do me good after all."

His mind was still a fortress... impenetrable,  no-one would hear what he was thinking, not even his father.

"Did you enjoy your blackberries and wine?" He asked sweetly...knowing full well that the scent he laid was strong....he was an incubus after all.

He leaned against the door in an almost lazy fashion.  "I didn't mean to imply you could not...  But one such as you...in your condition...one never knows who or what might come take advantage...or how many."  He hesitated every so often as he spoke as if he were choosing his words carefully.  Yet his voiced remained light almost playful.

He quirked his eyebrow upward as the Prince seemed to be enjoying teasing him.  And he was teasing.  Abigor could tell but he was blocked from his thoughts and this made the young demon smile wider.  "So it is to be a challenge then..."  He said it aloud and he knew Sabre would pick up on his meaning. 

"Ana thought it would be, yes she knows a thing or two about exercise."  He winked.  If Ana knew what he implied she would have his hide but this was fun.  This game they were playing.  If the Prince continued he saw no reason not to indulge him.  But it was risky for he already realized he was attracted to him in a primal way that had nothing to do with his well being.

"You know it was odd."  He tilted his head to now rest it on the door jam as his eyes traveled the Prince's frame.  He was admiring his physique, his stature, and his stance.  "Someone used my cup...yet they were the sweetest berries I've ever eaten."  He chuckled.  "And I've had a few sweet ones in my time...as I am sure you have as well."  His look innocent.  "You know I mean berries."

Sabre rested his blade a moment and smiled to Abigor.

"Caanot say I have ever indulged in blackberries, they were my first......but I wager they were not your first." He purred lightly.

"The servants minds are buzzing that soon you and Deede will be hand fasting and you will have half a dozen screaming brats at your feet!"

It was servants gossip but it traveled fast, especially if you were an adept thought reader like Sabre happened to be.

"How delightful that someone has tamed the mighty Lord Abigor....your parents must be thrilled." He mused.

He raised the blade again trying to contain his laughter, this was great fun indeed.

"So the berries you tasted....they were sweet were they.....the first innocent berries of the season? I wager the wine was good too....lush and full?"

This was naughty and daring of him.....he had never used his natural wiles to flirt and tease in this manner before and it felt good.  If his father found out he would truly whip him soundly and he would never see the light of day again but it was worth it.

This was different.  Sure he had flirted before.  Teased and enticed but not like this, no not with one who did so back.  Hadn't Master Zenethor said Sabre was confused or something to that degree right now Master Zenethor was not on his list of concerns. 

Remaining in place expect lifting his head Abigor bite his lip to keep from laughing.  Had it been anyone else...well some of what he had said would have put him in a foul mood, the part about he and Deede.  But the way Sabre said it almost seemed like a taunt.  He'd take the bait and continue.

"So my blackberries were your first."  Curling his hand around his chin he tapped his fingers.  "You would be right in that wager my friend."  He wasn't treating him like a Prince.  No, he decided Sabre didn't want that...he was treating him as he would any good friend.  With a throaty rumble, "I wonder just how many firsts you'd like to experience...with me?"

His eyes were darkening and he knew he'd need to reign them in but it felt too damn good.  Like this was natural. 

He lowered his lashes and his voice to a soft silky texture.  "Ahhh, Deede.  Well I could denounce it and cry gossip.  I mean I could.  But why?  It is better to let them gossip.  It is fun for them and well really I could do worse, don't you agree?"  He smiled and then looked into Sabre's eyes.  "Deede knows how to please me.  She understands my needs she isn't timid and I like that about her.  Yet she allows me to dominate her."  His voice grew more hoarse.  He wasn't thinking of Deede but Sabre and what he'd like to do.   


He then stood up and walked over to the weapons rack.  Though not properly dressed for training he didn't really think it mattered.  His finger tips softly caressing the hilt of each one he touched.  "Would you like to see me tamed?  If so then surely not by Deede.  Who would you think could truly tame me?"  His voice was now low and sultry.  "Hmm?  I'd wager there is one who could be a possibility."  He pulled a sword and pointed it at Sabre before turning and gently placing it back.  "Question is does he know?  He is so innocent, fresh, he may need time.  Something I am willing to give."  He was looking at Sabre and his eyes were bright, shimmering with open lust for him.  A soft rumble could be heard coming from his chest as he went back to the doorway to watch.

Sabre smiled wryly as Abigor sauntered back towards the door.

"I suppose Lord Abigor it would depend very much on what you were offering for me to experience." He purred softly.

"I mean....I have tried your blackberries...and your wine....I have worn your colour...sampled your swordsmanship....do you have anything else to offer."

He swung the slender Katana with elegant ease over the back of his wrist showing more skill than he let on he was capable of in lessons.

"As I said.... you enjoy experienced partners to sample things with....but it seems you have set your sights on a sweet and innocent party who sounds like he needs much teaching and I do not have you pegged as the patient type."

Somewhere in the castle a deep bell tolled.

"it looks like we are summoned to supper with my father....I do believe he has guests tonight from the Eighth and the Fourth, I hear General Thraxion of the Fourth has a very handsome son....is it him you speak of?  I think his name is Karadis."

He gave a sweet but wicked smile.

"I am sure you can seduce him between the main course and dessert....someone of your reputed skill."

Sabre went to the rack and placed the katana back in it's place and he turned and headed back towards the door where Abigor stood.  He moved to within inches of the General's son, his lithe body close to the taller muscular frame.  He gazed up into the deep purple eyes and smiled momentarily before speaking softly.

"So I will see you at dinner My Lord....as I am sure you will accompany your father, may be then I can see how the mighty Lord Abigor charms....is Karadis too easy a challenge for you?" He whispered, daring the Lord to act.

"I'd love to see how you do it....woo them to your desire I mean."

He pulled something from his pocket, it was a scarf, silvery silk, Sabre knew it was heavily scented with himself.

"I wager my scarf you cannot get him to kiss you in the gardens....a proper kiss mind....I hear he is  a year younger than you....golden blonde hair....blue eyes."

Sabre lips came within inches of Abigor's.

"I dare you." He whispered.

He handled the Katana with the skill of an astute master.  This from one who was training.  He smirked.  The Prince had hidden talents.

"Well Prince Sabre I have much more to offer.  Much more indeed.  Like...dancing, you witnessed last night.   I am also an accomplished bowmen.  I can also make the bow as well.  I have studied all manner of weaponry."  His voice was soft and light but the smile which played on his lips was anything but.  "I do enjoy the hand of an experienced partner.  Yet there were a few I had taught in which they were quite innocent."  His voice going lower.  "To take the innocence from one is nothing I take lightly.  In fact it was a gift they gave in which I cherish."  A low rumble erupted.  "So yes I can be very patient when the need arrives."


The bell tolled in the background.

"Yes dinner...."  This was an afterthought.  He wished to be nowhere else than right here teasing Sabre and being teased in return.  He could feel a fire building like none other within him.

He was using his demon skills to perfection the Prince seemed to be coming into his own and it truly excited Abigor like no other he had sort. 


Then the Prince offered up a bit of a challenge.


"A proper wager!  What is my prize aside from the sweet golden Karadis?  Just a scarf?   I guess for now it will do but I may require a better one for our next little game." His voice grew darker more seductive.  Sabre lips were mere inches from his own.  If he leaned forward ever so slightly they would touch.  He could feel the Prince's breath crashing him as his scent surrounded them. 

He willed himself to stay put.  He couldn't...  He wanted too...  So close.  He growled a low menacing sound.   "So you'd like to watch me woo and then kiss Karadis?  I did not know you would enjoy such acts.  Quite naughty, hmmm?"  He was enjoying this more than he cared to express.  "But if this is what you desire far be it for me a mere servant of yours to deny you such a request."  His voice was husky.  "I will woo him Prince Sabre and after dinner I will take him into the garden and properly kiss him.  Maybe even take a little more though I do like light hair but my tastes lean toward darker eyes." 

He winked at Sabre and let a low rumble escape.  He ached to kiss him.  But didn't.  The gallery suddenly seemed a lot smaller at that moment.  "Best not to be late...you know how both our fathers feel on that account."  He needed the space.  Abigor was hanging on by a thread.

Sabre went back to his quarters and dressed quickly knowing he had to meet his father in the ante chamber and enter the dining hall together to meet his guests. He changed into the colours of the Tenth.  He wore the black breeches and boots, silver silk shirt with the black waistcoat and silver and black cloak.

He met his father at the ante chamber and bowed.

"My lord father." He said softly.

The King took in his son and smiled briefly, but then caught the scent and he stepped protectively closer to him.

"Saberion, you should have sent word of your condition I would have excused you." He said stroking his son's cheek.

"I am fine father and your guests are important.....come let us greet them."

They both turned and the door swung open to reveal their guests who found their feet. The King went down one side of the table and Sabre the other, his dark eyes catching sight of Abigor seated next to Karadis...no coincidence, he grinned to himself.  He took a seat on his father's right and smiled at the guests. 

"Welcome honoured guests." He said brightly.

"Welcome to the Tenth Ring!"

All of the guests said their thanks for being invited to dine and then the general talk started.  Sabre's and Abigor's fathers were both engaged with General Thraxion of the Fourth and Prince Mandror of the Eighth.  Sabre watched as Karadis gracefully picked up his goblet to take some wine and set his goblet back down.  This was going to be a very interesting evening indeed.

General Thraxion's son Karadis had never been invited to a dinner at another Ring Kingdom before and he felt a little out of his element. He had heard of Prince Sabre of course...who in the Rings had not, his beauty was legendary.  He also had heard of the person who sat next to him as well....Lord Abigor, General Abrion's son, a bit of a rogue if you listened to rumours but this was polite company and Karadis would not let rumours sway his opinion.

"So Lord Abigor...I hear you are taught by Master Zenethor in matters of the sword and combat....and not your father, is that not unusual?" He asked politely, his deep blue eyes fixing on Abigor.

He brushed his blonde hair from his face and tucked it back behind his ears and tilted his head as he waited for Abigor to reply.

Abigor slipped to his room to brush his hair and tie it back. He reached for a fresh tunic of silk, in a deep purple.  To match his eyes.  He did a quick brush of his boots and feeling good about his presentation he went to meet his father. 

General Abrion nodded and smiled at his son.  "You look much more relaxed my son.  I trust your bath helped."

"It did father."  His voice light and his smile very inviting.  "Shall we?"  He guided his father into the dining hall.  Holding the door for him and entering slightly after.  His father gestured for him to sit and having spotted Karadis, General Thraxion's son already comfortable he took the seat next to him and smiled.

No sooner did they sit then the King and his son entered.  They all stood and his scent washed over Abigor.  Making him drunk with desire.

Abigor choose the family wine a rich and silky red he enjoyed.

With pleasantries out of the way and with Karadis question he found himself actually looking forward to this evenings dinner.

Turning to face Karadis he nodded as he took a sip of the succulent vintage.  "In other houses, or rings yes it would be.  But, Master Zenethor and his father taught my father.  It wasn't ever a question that I would train with him.  He is sought by many to be trained yet he stays here in the tenth.  I am honored he even considers to guide me."  This was not a falsehood.  Abigor did feel it was an honor just to be spoke. To by the Master.  At least in Abigor's eyes.

"How about you Karadis?  What is it that you are currently  studying?"  He hadn't heard very much about Karadis.  He knew the fourth depended on the tenth and the eighth.  Where the they held not only physical strength, they had powerful mages.  Where the fourth held knowledge and powerful mages.  It was a great alliance.

"You know I have just very recently thought of learning magic, Prince Sabre has been kind enough to  help, but I bet you could give me some tips...or ideas?"  His voice was light and friendly.  He held his manners and didn't try to monopolize the conversation.  He was in fact the perfect guest.  When he saw Karadis goble empty he requested more.  He smiled and was attentive. 

He leaned in towards Karadis and whispered...  "You most uknow a lot about magic... maybe we could speak privately.  I could exchange sword lessons?  That is if you are interested?"  He knew that Karadis would also pick up on Sabre's scent.  It would be hard to combat that.  Abigor realized as he was sitting next to Karadis that he was very handsome.  With Sabre off limits Karadis could ease that ache.

Karadis blushed a little at the small compliment, he was well versed in magic but not so much in the sword, it would please his father greatly if he learned something.

"That idea is well received my lord." Karadis whispered back.

"I hear you are reknown  for your swordplay and that you handle your sword well."

Sabre had to stifle his smile at that point at the innocently given comment, if only Karadis knew how well Lord Abigor was reknown for it here in the Tenth.  Oh watching him kissed in the gardens would indeed be a spectacle....but would he fall to Abigor.

The first course arrived, a light soup and Sabre picked up his spoon waiting for Abigor's next move.

Karadis picked up his own spoon and caught a scent on the air, an unmistakable scent of a demon male in season....not Abigor, he looked down the table towards the Prince who sat delicately poised with his spoon. It was him....the young man shifted in his seat and bit his lip forcing his attention to his soup.  Why would the King allow his son to attend thus compromised?

Karadis was not normally attracted in that direction, his father was strict about such things, but the scent was so oddly alluring.  He looked to Abigor to try and divert his mind from it.

"So are you engaged yet my lord?" He asked quietly.

"Does your father insist on you be getting an heir?"

The soup arrived and Abigor inhaled but it wasn't the scent of the delicious dish, no...it was Sabre he inhaled.  Making his abdomen tighten with desire.  He swallowed and turned his attention back to Karadis. 

"Thank you sir.  It is always kind to hear such things about one's self.  It would please me to give you a showing.  It has become my life's work.  There are a few books I have not procured that I would love to find.  But I hear they are being held in the fifth and they refuse to let them go.  One is the book by Master Tuni, his style I was told uses dual swords.  Something I am very interested it.  I like the use of one for blocking and one as my weapon."  He spoke smoothly as he notice Karadis seemed to pick up on Sabre's scent.  He acted like he was unaware. 

Abigor chuckled at his next question.  "If you spoke to the staff here they would tell you I am minutes from asking Duchess Deede for her hand.  But make no mistake she isn't the one.  But, yes my father insists."  He looked over at Karadis and gave him a soft smile.  "I would rather not for I think the act of mating one for the sake of producing a child sickening.  I have a very different view but he is my father and it is my duty so I will do as he wishes."  He wasn't bitter his voice was matter of fact. 

"How about yourself?  Are you yet engaged?"  He lowered his voice and let his leg ever so slightly touch Karadis'. It was so slight almost a whisper of a touch.  Abigor smiled softly his purple eyes smoldering. 

Karadis flushed slightly as that leg grazed his and he tried harder to concentrate on the meal and the question.

"I am not yet engaged my Lord, though my father already has the female picked out for me, a Lady Sirri, she is of a good house and I am sure she will make a good wife." He said quietly.

Karadis did not want to admit in Abigor's company that he had not had a chance to experience life, it was just how it was in the Fourth, once you came of age you were wed and bred relatively quickly.

There had been a  few girls he liked, he had even kissed one or two but that was it...a few kisses in the heat of the moment at a dance.

"So will you ask Duchess Deede to appease your father and mother?" He asked setting down his spoon and reaching for his goblet again.

His blonde hair fell forward and he was glad for it hid his colour from Abigor, he felt so rural compared to the Lord of the Tenth, and would be General to a Prince.He had an elder brother so he would never be a General, but he would make sure he was a good Mage at the very least.

He closed his eyes and thought of the few times he was over at the fourth.  Lady Sirri...Lady Sirri...  AH!!!  Yes he remembered her now.  "She is lovely!  Lady Sirri.  You are a very lucky your father has chosen wisely."  He said softly.  Lowering his lashes he nodded as he too reached for his goblet.

"No, I won't be asking her.  I will please myself for the time being as long as she will allow but I have another I'd prefer to be with."  He said it in a casual way.  As if he asked Karadis to pass the butter. "My father had hoped to pair me with one, but until I met this one particular demon had ever drawn me.  Not only is this one alluring, but brilliant of mind as well.  I do so love good conversation."  He took a sip and winked at Karadis.  "Like now."  He let his hand touch Karadis'.  It was just a soft brush of his fingers but he lingered ever so slightly. 

He leaned over and whispered, "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?  What am I say I am sure many have."  His voice was low and very sultry. 

Sabre watched it all with an intensity though he made it look as if he were listening to his father and Prince Mandror.  His heart beat fast in excitement and with anticipation as Abigor's fingers brushed Karadis'. Then came the flattery and the young man coloured in embarrassment.

"What?" Karadis said in a soft whisper.

"My eyes.....why are you complimenting my eyes?" He said a little confused.

A man had never complimented him in such a way before and he did not know what to do, he did not want to make a fuss or cause offence.

Then came the touch and the confusion rocketed and Karadis bit his lip and looked nervously towards his father.

"Please my lord....my father will beat me senseless if he sees your hand near mine!" He whispered.

Why wouldn't I?  They are.  And your reaction tells me many a fool has passed your way for them not to offer you such a compliment."

Abigor smiled and drew his hand away.  But slowly so not to cause a fuss.  "Beat you?  I wouldn't want him to do that.  Unless it was I who was allowed to give you the spanking."  He chuckled as he noticed Karadis nervousness.  It was endearing.

"Perhaps more should tell you these things.  Like how they sparkle when you smile.  Or how the curve of your lips enhance your features.  You should smile more as I am growing quite fond of it."

He leaned back in his chair with a gentlemanly smile.  He nodded respectfully to his father as he caught his eye and to General Thraxion.  Who seemed to be engaged in some discussion for their ears only.

Abigor raised his goblet and took another sip letting his eyes go around the table.  Sabre sat there like a cat with a canary in its mouth he had to contain his grin which threatened to spread ever wider.  So he looked back toward Karadis and let his one hand closer to the demon fall to his lap.  After but a moment or two he began to softly stroke Karadis outer thigh ever so gently you could barely tell he was evening moving his arm. 

"Tell me Karadis do you look forward to your nights with Lady Sirri?"  His voice going low again as he gave a completely casual look.  His other hand held his goblet he took small sips.  "Tasting her sweet mouth?  I wonder if she is as sweet as the wine we have.  Or is it another you desire?  Have you ever wished to be just taken?"  His one eyebrow went up in question.  "I am pleased my father never restrained me Karadis.  I have come to enjoy the shared wine of both the lords and ladies.  Pity you have had neither."

He removed his hand but still kept it down.  He never touched anything more than his outer thigh, he knew by touching less it made the one who was touched want more even if it was wrong.  Especially when it was wrong.   "Do you ever long to try?"  His eyes traveled over Karadis then he cleared his throat and a little louder added.  "You know different styles of magic?  I like trying new swords.  In fact it is a passion of mine.  I want to be sure the one I stick with is truly the right fit.  So sampling the lot helps me to narrow my choice down."  He smiled ever so nicely at the general's second son.  As if they were discussing any manner of everyday life.  As if Abigor had no other motive. 

At the touch to his thigh Karadis almost leapt from his seat, but he just managed to contain himself as his father happened to glance in his direction and then back to the King of the Tenth once more.  Then came the heavily laced innuendos and Karadis flushed hotly, talk of Sirri, talk of wine and lords and  ladies..all the so called rumours came to his mind, Lord Abigor was indeed a rogue.

"My Lord....please....don't!" He said softly, trying not to make a scene.

He knew he was inexperienced, it was the way the Fourth was, you were wedded to your mate, you were their first and vice versa it was the way things were done.

"We don't sample in the Fourth....it is just not done." He whispered frantically as that soft stroking motion to his outer thigh continued.  His heart was racing, he could not stop it.

"I need some air." He said suddenly, rising from the table.

Thraxion looked to his son with concern.

"Are you well Karadis?" He called sternly.

"I am a little heated father....it must be the wine and the rich food....I will take some air and be back!"

Karadis pushed back his seat and headed towards the door and Sabre watched with amusement and he spoke inside Abigor's mind, it would feel odd for the lord as he had never done it before.

"You lost him! Poor virtuous thing...you scared him!"

Abigor looked up at the demon with a concerned expression.  Ahhh, he really was innocent.  So sweet. 

He listened to the exchange and then caught a glance from his father to which he shrugged and furrowed his brow as if to say he had no idea at all what that was about.

He also noted Sabre amusement and then the oddest thing happened.  He heard Sabre.  For the first time Sabre spoke to him and him alone.  It was the way of demons.  How they were able to communicate without ever actually speaking a word.  Yet it was Sabre and it seemed as if they were connecting in a way they had never done before.  It was like no others silent communication.

He smiled and shook his head no.  "Ahhh my Prince...do not count your winnings yet...the evening is very young indeed."

With a note of concern in his voice and all over his face he looked at his father and at General Thraxion.  "Excuse me father, your honor General Thraxion, I will go check to be sure he doesn't need some water.  Maybe let one of the maids bring him a cool cloth.  Just make sure he is properly cared for in case he needs a hand."

Abigor softly pushed his chair out and headed for the door in which Karadis left.

He headed in the direction of the side doorway but not before asking for a cup of water and a cool cloth.   Taking the cup he instructed one of the maids to bring the cloth out in about five minutes.  Abigor quickly headed towards the outside door.

"Karadis?  He called to the golden demon."  Seeing him Abigor approached in a careful manner not wanting to be too forward, so he only had concern in his voice.  "Are you not well?"  He handed him the cup.  "It's just water.  It might help.  Along with this lovey cool air."  He was gracious and tried to be as nonthreatening as he could be.   

Karadis stood out on the steps that led down to a large garden below, he breathed the cooler air in gulps, confused and scared.  No-one ever flattered him at him, his older brother maybe but not him and he did not understand it, well perhaps a little, Lord Abigor's reputation was known in the Fourth as a seducer and maybe that was why he was flattered so in the hope of making him his latest conquest.

The thought of it terrified the young blonde, but he was a little thrilled too, but that was heavily overshadowed by the fear of the beating he would get by his father if he had any indication of it. Then came that soft concerned voice and the offer of water and Karadis almost bolted down the steps but he took a breath and turned to face Abigor.

"My lord you should go back to the table, I will return in a while." He said shakily.

His heart had started to race again as he took Abigor in, the sight of him, he was tall, bigger than himself, broader more powerful, more like Garrett his brother.  He was dark though with his black hair and purple eyes, a demon of nightmares and fevered dreams.  He reached out and took the offered cup and drank the cold water slowly, it was like a balm, settling his nerves and cooling his flushed skin.

"Thank you." He said softly.

"I want to apologize Karadis.  If I made you uncomfortable in any way."  He looked down his lashes lowered.  "I guess with the Prince and all in season it has been affecting my judgement.  It is very intoxicating is it not?"  He smiled ruefully.

He looked like the picture of one hoping to be excused for his bad behavior then he gave a grin with arched eyebrows.  "I think the night air will do me some good too."

As he spoke a maid opened to door.  "Excuse me m'lords."  She bowed.  "I have a cool cloth.   It might help."   Her smile was sweet.  Abigor took the proffered cloth and nodded.  "Thank you Ina."  She smiled at them both and blushed slightly when she looked at the beautiful golden haired demon.  Not as handsome as the Prince but he was a beauty in his own right.  She closed the door softly and sighed as she walked back towards her duties.

"Ina is nice.  She is smart too.  Shame she is kept to the kitchen area."  He shrugged as he handed the cloth to Karadis.

"What do you say we take a walk?  The garden is lovely this time of night and we could both clear our heads."  He had made other overtures.  Wooing someone was a delicate balance.  Too much and it pushed them away too little and they lose interest.  Bring someone to the threshold of their limit back off and then begin with tiny steps again.

Abigor gestured in the direction of the garden but made no move to close the notable distance between them. 

Karadis walked towards the stairs and headed down towards the gardens, again he was flushed and he patted the cool cloth to his face.  Why did Lord Abigor want to walk with him?

"I am surprised the King allows Saberion out in public when he is in season." He said softly looking back a little towards Abigor.

"The temptation to others must be great....he is very....beautiful."

In fact Karadis could not say that Abigor was not handsome in a dark, devilish and wicked way and his mind drifted to that gentle stroke to his outer thigh and his stomach tightened inexplicably.  He found himself wanting to feel it again and it shocked him....he deserved to be punished for thinking such a wicked thing, both he and his innocence were destined to be Lady Sirri's.

"Is it true what they say about you?" He said in a tight whisper.

"You don't care who and what you seduce and bed with?"  He was curious, the rumours were rife in the Fourth, apparently many demons lost all sorts of innocences to Lord Abigor, he collected them like trophies.

He was pleased that Karadis began to walk with him towards the garden.  He wasn't looking to scar the demon.  No, just a kiss was surely not treason.

The moon was bright as if Sabre had ordered it himself Abigor thought as his eyes slide over the form of Karadis.  His golden hair looked soft and inviting.  He wanted to touch the strands and see if they were as silky as they appeared.

"What?  Oh..."  He chuckled softly.  He wonders what the other rings thought.  Rumors were so oftener distorted and he did nothing to discourage them and why would he.  They were so amusing.

"But of course I care who I lay with in my bed.  I only like the ones I deem worthy.  I care very much for the partner I choose."  He smiled at Karadis.  "I am particular in my tastes.  I adore beauty, such as yours."  He said it in a complementary way.  His voice like a gentle caress. 

"Is it true what they say of the the fourth?  That you must remain pure of body?  Deny the thing that makes most other demons whole?  If so how do you manage to control your natural desire?"  This he asked and while it was sultry he was also curious. 

Karadis felt a little better, so he did not just jump from bed to bed with anyone, then came the question about their custom in the Fourth.

"We believe that by holding pure until the day we are wed and mated breeds a purer demon form." He said softly.

"Of course like any demon we have to control our urges we have them like any other, we go to our parents if such things occur and we are punished to remind us of our ways!"

By all rights he should be going to his father and begging to be punished for right now he was experiencing such things and he mightily confused as he had never felt this way before, not for a male any way!

The moon looked beautiful, the colour of the prince's hair as it shone down brightly lighting the pathways and creating shadowy alcoves as they walked. He felt tight in his body and it felt so very strange, what would he do if Abigor made an advance?


He knew that he might not able to resist him, his body was dying to know what it might feel like and his breathing was starting to become ragged, he felt embarrassed and ashamed.

Whilst pretending to feign interest in the politics of the table Sabre's mind was carefully focussed on Abigor and Karadis and their little sojourn through the garden.  It was easier enough for him to pick up on Karadis' thoughts, they were all over the place, whilst Abigor was more focussed.  He spoke softly inside Abigor's mind, teasing.

"You have him all of a fluster Abigor.!"

"Poor Karadis does not know if he is coming or going....I swear if you pulled him into an alcove he would melt his cool exterior for you!"

Sabre was careful in his choice of words, what he saw in Karadis' mind was intriguing, despite his upbringing and beliefs he wanted to know what it would be like if Abigor did all the things he was rumoured capable of. He was in turmoil, deliciously conflicted angst and if Abigor played he cards right it could all be his if he so chose it.

"Perhaps you should bring him back before it goes too far....I had not realised Karadis would be such....an easy target....too easy in fact....all that repression unleashed!"

He reached for his goblet.

"Your call My Lord....if you would prefer to take your pleasure.....who am I to argue!"

Abigor wondered if Sabre was watching them.  Did he know where they were headed?  The moon kept the path well lit and he couldn't wait to close the distance between himself and Karadis.

Then he heard Sabre and he knew he was present.  He smiled and looked at the demon he walked with.  Silently he quipped. Are you renegading on you deal with me Prince?

Abigor's eyes slide over the golden haired demon.  He hadn't decided what he would do.  Master Zenethor would say this is a test.  One to test his will as Sabre had said just a little nudge and Karadis would willingly fall into him.  He needed to understand more of their culture.  Besides if he did and then his pairing fell through would there be tension between the fourth and the tenth.

"Karadis, I don't mean to pry and if you wish not to tell me I will respect it.  But, I find this so hard to understand.  Does it mean you cannot even kiss another demon?  Nothing until you are wedded?"  He made no move to advance he kept a respectable distance between them as they strolled along.

Prince you are poisonous!   He chuckled softly to Sabre.  You are making me second guess myself!  He let out a low rumble.  He quickly wondered what Dee was up to this evening as he was surely going to need some outlet.

Karadis flushed heatedly at the question, the way Abigor said the word merely made him want it more.

Kiss.

"I don't know my Lord, I suppose my father would say kissing might be the worst of all as it rarely ends at kissing." He said softly.

"Kissing leads to other things does it not....after all you have the knowledge in that area my Lord Abigor." He said in barely a whisper.

In the Dining Hall Sabre could barely contain his amusement at this so sweet and innocent demon of the Fourth Ring.  Some might say he was no different, the way his father domineered his life. It was said once corrupted the demons of the Fourth made the most willing and needful of lovers.
His eyes slid to General Thraxion who was deeply engrossed in conversation with Abigor's father and his own.

"Does it Abigor?" He purred in his friend's mind.

"Such a sweetly asked question to one with so much knowledge....he wants you...he does not understand it...but he wants you....isn't he bad...I wager if his father saw him now he would be beaten into next month."

He smiled and let his tongue run over his teeth lightly.  The purring from Sabre continued.  It made him feel conflicted.

"Karadis, really kissing doesn't always have to lead to more.  Take me for instance."  As he spoke he knew Sabre was listening and it further excited him.  "There have been many demons and mortals I have kissed which ended with just that.  Sometimes I would do it just to further my advances and several nights later ravish them but others it never went any further."  He closed the distance and slowed his pace.

"Have you ever thought about kissing Lady Sirri?  Or maybe someone else?"  He reached for Karadis as they approached the alcove.  His voice low and seductive.  "If you wanted to try it I'd be willing to teach you?  It would never go any further then what you wanted Karadis."  By now he had the demons hand and he pulled him into the hidden area and whispered the last words into his ears as Abigor moved his mouth so his lips grazed over Karadis' it was so faint.  A low pleasant rumble emanated from him.

Karadis allowed himself to be pulled into the shadowy alcove and then came the explanation, the question.

"I...I...have thought about it." He stumbled over the words.

"Not Lady Sirri.....another."

Then Abigor's lips lightly brushed his own and Karadis gave a soft deep moan of confusion.  It felt so good...no....bad....he should not do this, if his father ever found out!

"Lord Abigor....Yes..." Came another soft confused uttering of the Lord's name, his stomach felt tight and he had the strangest of feelings inside.

In the Dining Room Sabre's face flushed red as he felt Karadis' conflicted mind, that need, it was noticeable enough for his own father to speak.

"Saberion, are you quite well? You seemed to have become flushed....almost feverish...do I need to send for the physician?  Perhaps you should return to your quarters, acquiescing to your wish to join me tonight perhaps was not such a good idea!"

Sabre looked towards his father, nodding a little.

"Perhaps you are right Father, tonight was not such a good night to join you at dinner...might I be excused, the physician will not be necessary."

His father nodded.

Sabre pushed back his chair and nodded to the assembled and started towards the door in time to hear General Thraxion speak.

"They are better kept isolated when that time is upon them King Jarish, I keep my own sons under lock and key when it is upon them!"

There came a conversation then on how best to deal with their sons, and Sabre left the room and started to walk down the corridor until he entered the library and went to his private spot.  He re-connected with them again and observed silently.

Abigor let his hand trail down the side of Karadis and then to his backside.  It was a light soft touch.  His purple eyes darkened.  As he continued to just barely touch the lips of the beautiful demon.  His whispered words silky...  "Yes you have thought of kissing others...or yes you have thought of kiss me?"

He didn't give the demon a chance to answer.  He pressed his lips to Karadis and softly pressed for entry.  He was tender and affectionate.  It was a soft yet very lustful kiss.  His tongue entering but not forcefully. 

His hands pressed Karadis' lower back to him and his other stroked his cheek all the way to the back of his head.  It was soft, tender, and passionate.  A perfect first kiss.  One leaving the receiver wanting more yet oddly satisfied.

At the dinner Abrion watched as the Prince excused himself.  He nodded at the young demon and while his King and guest spoke of how they locked up their sons he felt the complete opposite.  Denying their true inner nature.  He had also lived similarly to his son and did he not turn out to be one of the more legendary generals of the rings?  So he remained silent.


Abigor let a soft growl escape...his one that spoke of ultimate pleasure.  He softly ends the kiss with smaller ones..."now you have been kissed..."  He released Karadis.  "You are very tempting to me.  I will tell no one my friend.  If you change your mind about your lovely betrothed please let me know I'd like nothing more for you to warm my bed."

He said it softly.  Gently even.

To Sabre he asked silently..."is this  what you would like from me my Prince?  Do you burn to feel my lips on yours, taking what I want?"

Karadis just melted as Abigor kissed him, he had never felt anything like it before and he gave a soft groan as Abigor pulled gently back.

"My Lord....." He whimpered softly as Abigor spoke of wishing to bed him too.

He wanted to in that moment, give himself up to this powerful demon but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind there would be a storm to pay if he did.

"As much as I want to I cannot.....it would not be fair to Sirri......and my father would disown me." He turned and walked from the alcove, he needed to calm himself before he returned to the table. 

Sabre felt it all from the library, the emotions anyway and it seemed Abigor had won their wager. Then came that softly growled question in his mind.

"Do you mean just the kiss or the warming of your bed afterwards?" He said slowly.

"I sense you have a penchant for Virgins my lord....perhaps that is all you seek to steal and what a boasting point having a Prince would be."

His breathing had quickened though, Abigor excited him, he was not entirely sure why.  He was a rogue, everyone knew it, he went through beautiful demons like a knife through butter, his conquests were well known.....but perhaps....he might be teased a little.

"Lord Kora looks handsome....maybe I might let him kiss me.....do you think Kora might kiss me....'Gor?  Would you be jealous if he did? Did you want to be my first...the first to kiss me?" He trailed.

Just as Sabre was mindtalking with Abigor there was a soft knock at the library door and a figure entered.  It was Lord Kora, Sabre remembered that he had promised to show him the library this evening.  This was just too perfect, it would drive Abigor mad....would he come to the Library, driven in his desire and anger?

"Lord Kora....please do come in....join me here by the fire." Sabre purred softly, letting Abigor hear his words in his mind.

"I am so glad that you could make it this evening, there are so many things I have to show you."
He gestured to a seat opposite himself and reached for the bell.

"Might I obtain you some refreshment my lord? Wine....or something equally delicious."

He let the words trail, opening his mind and letting Abigor hear it all.

Sabre then shut his mind to Abigor and settled down with Kora to explain the library and where different texts were.  He was sure his father would have sent word to Ana that he was returning to his room and he had not.  The old demon nursemaid was going to be cross with him, especially when he did things like this which were utter defiance....she was never angry with him for long though, except if she were in a mood.

He showed Kora where the different tomes were for magic which interested him most and bade him goodnight.  He needed to get back to his room, before Ana became really annoyed, a little late was allowed....very late and he knew she would be tempted to put him across her knee even at this age and he would spend the night sleeping on his stomach.  It would not be the first time and Ana could be strict when she chose especially if Sabre pushed his luck.

The corridors were dimly lit but Sabre knew them well enough and he smiled to himself wondering if Abigor would go back to the table, rush to the library or have second thoughts and charm Karadis into bed. 

As he walked the corridors back towards his rooms Sabre's mind was full of thoughts, ones he had never had before.  He wondered what it might be like to be kissed....Karadis had been the lucky one, he had found out.  He had felt the demon's emotions in that heart pounding moment when Abigor had kissed him and he wanted to feel it for real...for himself....it was not going to happen though.  His father would ensure it never happened...he was not allowed to be alone with someone.

His thoughts moved to who he might like to be kissed by.

Kora was handsome...into magic like himself, gentle and noble.

Definitely not Uric, who liked to kiss many without thought.

Then his stomach tightened as his mind slipped to Abigor, bold, dark haired handsome Abigor...who would be daring enough to steal a kiss.  His heartbeat increased and he bit his lip at the thought.  Yes, Karadis had been the lucky one this eve!

Abigor watched the golden haired demon quickly leave.  If he pressed there was a good probability he could have the demon.  But something made him hold back.  He stayed put as Karadis was swallowed by the night shadows.  But he wasn't alone...no Sabre was soon with him and the dark lord smiled.  He growled a low pleasing sound rumbling from deep within his chest.


He said nothing back in return.  Then the Prince tease him with Kora.  He seamlessly flaunted that he could get Kora to kiss him and who would blame Kora for taking that opportunity if offered.  Abigor didn't like it!  Not one bit!


He needed relief but if he didn't get back to the table his father would come to look or worse send another.  He quickly left the lord of the fourth to ponder what could have been and went back towards the kitchen.  He couldn't tell if Sabre was still with Kora.  For both of them seemed either to cut of communication or were preoccupied with that kiss.  It bothered him thinking about Sabre and Kora. 


The lord moved through the kitchen and back into the corridor but instead of heading to the dining room he went towards the library.  He stood outside the door and wondered what was going on inside of it.  When he was about to open the door his father called his name.  "Abigor.  Please return, where is Lord Karadis?"


He reluctantly turned without looking into the room.  His stomach was tight but he couldn't let his father know.  "I left him in the garden.  He seemed to need to clear his thoughts."  It was vague enough.  The tall demon approached the corridor for the dining hall and returned to his seat.  His father did the same.  He was a turmoil of emotions but knew he had to hide everything within the company he was in. 

Instead he turned his thoughts to the Prince's next lesson trying to just relax and finish the evening.  He was going to the tavern after this.  He needed to!

Sabre reached the door to his rooms and swallowed deeply, Ana was going to be cross, he was due back a while past, his father would have made sure she knew he had left the table. His hand hesitated on the door handle and he chewed his lip, how was it the thought of a furious Ana reduced him to a small boy.

He reached out to Abigor, and felt his turmoil, and he felt a little excited and a tad guilty.

"I did not kiss Kora.....calm yourself." He whispered in the General's son's mind.

"You are jealous....." He teased a little.

"I went to the library and Kora did turn up....but all we spoke of was books....now I am late and I am likely going to catch it good from Ana!" He trailed.

He was!  Sabre was right.  For the first time he actually was jealous and he actually smiled at the jest from the Prince.  He smiled because for some reason it made him glad to know he reached out to him.  He calmed down with his confession of sorts.  His heart beat quickened as for a moment he thought of kissing him and what it would feel like.

Abigor shook himself mentally and finished with the meal.  He didn't harass the young demon Karadis upon his return.  Just spoke of sword play and a few things he would like to show the Prince.  When the evening commenced he was cordial.  Even going so far as to say the gallery door was always open to the demons of the fourth.  He tried to ease any fear Karadis may have.  He certainly didn't want to upset the demon.  The customary goodbye came and Abigor leaned in and kissed both cheeks of Karadis.  As the others were doing so as well he whispered softly for him only.  "I enjoyed our time and no one will ever know but should you change your mind I am here for you."

Ana had been given word from the King that Sabre would be detained but it still made her worry no the less.  So when she heard the door opening she let go a long sigh.  "Prince, so happy to have you back.  Would you like a bath drawn?  Something warm to drink?"  She fussed over him.  He was her favorite.  Always would be.

Abigor took his leave and went to his room to fix himself.  He was headed to the tavern and to let off some of the steam.  He freshened up and left by way of a side entrance.  When he entered he noted Kora was nowhere and sight but Ulric was.  He slide into a seat next to him and smiled as he ordered some brandy.  The two spoke of the evening Abigor true to his word never spoke of the tryst just of the diner and he mentioned Lord Kora in the library with Sabre.  Which garnered a raised eyebrow from Ulric. 

Now that he was here oddly he didn't want to be bothered with taking someone back home or going to their place.  Ulric seemed to feel the same.  The two were good friends and nothing more.  Maybe it was just that they were both too similar for more to come of it.  Though they cared for one another it was more of a brotherly affection then anything more.  Abigor respected Lord Kora too much to do anything to hurt him in that regard.

The brandy went down very easy and he ruefully thought of the next day.  He was still restless.  His eyes roamed the tavern but still he just didn't feel the desire he had earlier.  Soon he was calling it a night and left Urlic on the stool.  He made his way back to the castle and where the corridor split he could go to his room or Sabre's wing he found his feet taking him to Sabre's wing.  Not sure if he would be awake or even if Ana would allow a visit at this hour.  He only wished to talk though.

A slight knock could be heard as he softly tapped the rich wooden door.

Sabre counted his lucky stars when he was not punished by Ana, he gave the older woman a hug and smiled sweetly to her.

"Sorry I am late Ana, I went to the library." He said softly.

Then came her offer of a bath or a warm drink and he took the offer of the drink, he went to change into his night robe and huddled in a chair by the fireplace in the ante room next to Ana who handed him a goblet of warmed spiced cider.

"Thanks Nana Ana." He grinned, earning himself a ruffle of his hair.

Then came a soft knock at the door and he looked questioningly to Ana, who would be calling at this hour? Perhaps Ana was expecting company and he should make himself scarce to his room.

"Never mind, let me get you settled."  The old demon replied as she went about getting his favorite drink prepared.  Just as they she handed it and he warmly thanked her they both looked at each other.  A knock at this hour?

Ana went to open the door and smiled warily.  "What is it that brings you here at this hour?"  Her tone was even and she did not allow him to enter.

"I just wanted company is all?  Someone to talk to.  I am sleepy but not tired."  He never hid from Ana she was also his rock.

Ana stepped aside and allowed him in.  "You may stay but only for a half hour.  I shall bring you a drink lord."  Ana went to prepare one for Sabre's guest.

He was please she allowed him to come in, he wasn't sure Ana would.  He took the chair opposite the Prince.  "Evening Prince Sabre.  I returned your book.  I read it twice.  I was hoping you would leaned me another."  He made no other advances.  It was enough to be in his presences. 

The nursemaid brought Abigor his drink and took a seat in the far corner.  Enough to give them privacy yet also present should anyone unannounced come in.  She rather the two not be caught and punished.

Abigor also seemed shy.  Like unsure of himself or what more to say.  He wanted to say many things but now here he was tongue tied.

Sabre looked to his unexpected guest curiously, so quiet after speaking of the book.

"I am glad you took the time to read it my Lord." He said carefully, aware that Ana was still there.

"Of course I will lend you the next volume...I will fetch it for you tomorrow."

He took a sip of his drink and spoke silently in Abigor's head.

"Did you enjoy it?  The kiss?" He smiled and as he swallowed his drink.

"Or perhaps you thought of another as you kissed him?"

He brushed his silvery moonlight hair out of his eyes and took another sip.

"I would have thought you would be off to your rooms with another tonight to alleviate your desire."

Abigor shifted in the chair.  He was unaccustomed to being so ill at ease.  The other day he was ready to denounce this demon yet now here he sat almost begging for a crumb.

"I would like that.  Will you be able to attend the gallery practice or shall I wait to tell you of the move I would like to show you."  As he spoke Sabre entered his mind.  He watched the curve of his neck as the warm liquid went down his throat.  Such an innocent gesture and yet so sensual.  His eyes shimmered.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the kiss."  He replied silently and with a small smile added.  "I would also be lying if I said I wasn't thinking of another.  One with lovely luminous hair and soulful eyes."  He knew what he implied was vague but not so much that the Prince didn't know exactly who he meant. 

Then his last comment which did garner a bellowed laugh of mirth.  He shook his head and keeping the conversation between themselves, "I had plans to.  But the one I sought wasn't there.  So I will bid my time for innocence is only a claimed prize if given willingly.  I have never taken what wasn't first offered Prince.  Regardless of what you may hear...as I am sure there is much to go around."  He pondered his next sentence.  "I am partially at fault, I have never deterred the gossip, in fact festered it to my poor mother's dismay but eventually we all want our innocence taken.  I have been only too happy to assist those who seem hell bent on losing it."  He was a rake and a scoundrel.    Taking the innocence of others like a flower ready to be plucked.  Yet for once he wanted it but not for the bragging rights it garnered.  No, he wanted this one solely for reasons he couldn't quite understand. 

They sat there conversing without verbal words expressed.  "I find myself drawn to you like no other.  Perhaps a product of who we are by birth but I'd wager to say our fathers do not feel the tenth of what we do." He had opened up to the Prince in a way he'd never done before.  Let him see the venerable side that he never let out. 

Sabre listened to Abigor, that open hearted speech about them being close and he lowered his eyes and looked at Abigor coyly.

"Drawn to me?" He said softly.

"Like you desire me...is that what you mean?"

The Prince's heart was beating so fast he was sure Ana would hear it, and he so wanted to know what it would feel like to be kissed at that moment, but there was no chance of that happening.  He spoke out loud just to break the silence.

"I will be at the Gallery tomorrow my Lord....I would be interested to see what this move is you wish to show me."

Then in Abigor's head he spoke again coyly.

"Luminous hair and soulful eyes....is that how you see me Gor....do you think I am beautiful. Like any young person being courted flattery was always received well, no one ever said things like that about him.

"Aye, Prince.  It is powerful.  More so than I have ever done before, desire you seems too weak."  The proud demon confessed.

He wanted to cross that tiny space and fling the Prince on his bed.  He wanted to tear away the robe from his body.  He wanted to press his lips to Sabre's and then to every other inch of his body.  But he couldn't, so instead he sat and his hand gripped the chair.  How he was able to speak aloud is anybody's guess but he managed an answer.

"It is one I cannot truly master due to my size.  But you would excel at it.  Watching you dance made me think of it."  It was true the Prince's movements so fluid and graceful made it perfect for his frame.

Silently they continued as well but this time without realizing it he dropped the Prince title and called him by his known name only. "Sabre you are more beautiful than anyone I have ever met or will.  It pains me so to be so close and not touch you and yet I know it is wrong to want you as I do but I cannot stop." He looked over at Ana who was nodding off and he knew he would have to leave soon. "I find your beauty breathtaking."

He had never been vain but he had been confident.  Yet he needed or wanted to hear Sabre tell him the same. 

"And do you find me pleasing?" 

Sabre regarded Abigor almost shyly through lowered lashes, no-one had asked him such a thing before.  He took in the Raven hair, the purple eyes, powerful frame and handsome features.

"You are very handsome, but you know that.....I think you are a veritable God." He whispered softly in Abigor's mind.

"And I wonder what it might be like to be kissed by you one day."

He flushed a little, pale pink in shy embarrassment not having ever said it before, not to someone who he wanted....anxious this all might just be another game and Abigor would ridicule him.

Sabre had never been allowed to show emotions like these and he felt as if he might drown in them.

"Am I bad for wanting such? My father would kill me I am sure of it!" He whispered softly.

Abigor smiled softly.  Speaking again aloud about the training.  "It will utilize your finesse, this is where I think you will excel Prince.  You are gifted with movement and as such we shall press on this aspect."

Silently the smile was for his compliment. "It is still a pleasure to hear that the one you seek affirmation from feels this way.  No matter who else I charm.  Your attention is what I want most, your affection."

Lowering his eyes and his breathing slightly elevated.  "You will know Sabre.  We are destined for each other.  MAke no mistake you will know what it is like to be kissed by me and I to kiss you."

At the mention of his father he lowered his head Sabre was right his father would. "Let us not worry about that we've done nothing yet.  I will be sure not to give any of this away.  What we spoke of tonight."

Sabre flushed a deeper pink when he heard Abigor's declaration in his mind, firstly that they were destined for each other and secondly that he would know in due course what it would be like to be kissed by the General's son.  His gaze went to Ana who had jerked awake and was watching the pair again.

"Very well Lord Abigor....I look forward to seeing you in the gallery tomorrow and you teaching me how to perform this move with my sword." He said softly.

"And I will dream tonight of that kiss one day." He said in Abigor's mind.

His whole body was tight at the mere thought of it, the pit of his stomach tingle most oddily. He smiled and gazed at Abigor once more through lowered lashes quite coyly.

"Good Night my Lord....we have kept poor Ana up too long!" He whispered.

He followed Sabre's gaze and smiled softly at his reply spoken only for him.  "I look forward to it than my Prince." 

Abigor stood he too was also tired but would have stayed the entire night talking.  "You are right.  We have kept her awake."  His gaze lingered a moment as he silently answered the the lustrous Prince. "I shall do the same." 

He smiled and walked to the door slipping through the corridors quietly as he made his way to his own chamber.  As he sank beneath the cool sheets he slept soundly.

The next morning Sabre woke, he was bright and happy, he was complimentary to Ana and Lui as he ate his breakfast. He got dressed in his most flattering clothes and almost ran to the gallery, his face flushed and eager.  He was second to be there, Master Zenethor nodded and gestured towards the Katana blade and Sabre picked it up.

He was a little tense in the anticipation of seeing Abigor, his mind not on what he was doing.  Zenethor scolded him and finally shouted in exasperation.

"Enough.....your concentration is all over the place...perhaps a whipping will focus it young man!"

So Abigor would come to the lesson to find Sabre bent over taking strokes of the Master's cane and crying out as each blow fell to his exposed behind.

Abigor woke and rolled over his dreams had been pleasant, so much so he didn't want to get out of bed.  But he was going to get to see him this morning.  That got him going.  Soon he was changed and had broken his fast. 

He stopped by the kitchen just to see what was going on once he was through with that he practically floated to the gallery.

Abigor stopped in his tracks at the doorway.  The sight of Prince Sabre's bum exposed and being whipped had him at a lost.  He heard the anguish of his cries but couldn't look away!  His heart pounded in his chest and he felt his stomach tightened.  He was frozen in place.

Finally he came to his senses and cleared his throat.  He lowered his head so they couldn't see the desire he felt for Sabre and how much watching this excited him.

Zenethor landed the last stroke with deadly efficiency across the Prince's well striped rear and stood back.

"Now perhaps that will teach you to concentrate in future my boy!" He said tersely.

Miserable and red eyed Sabre pulled up his breeches and turned to see Abigor across the room and he looked down shame faced.  His bottom smarted something terrible and he still had the lesson to continue.  Though what he felt from Abigor was not amusement, it was something else, it was the same desire as the night before but intensified, he tilted his head in an endearing puzzled way.  Of course he was not well versed in this matters and did not fully understand why Gor had liked the sight of it.

"Abigor...you are here! Good!" Snapped Master Zenethor.

"Perhaps you can show the Prince how to concentrate, such a lapse in focus can cost you in a fight....explain to him Abigor as you ready yourself!"

Sabre stood brushing small tears from his eyes, for some reason this whipping had really hurt him, both in his pride and in his body.  It was like being a naughty little boy who had displeased his teacher.  He picked up the katana and stiffly walked towards Abigor, trying to show Zenethor he could concentrate.

"Please teach me lord Abigor." He said softly.

"I don't want to be whipped again."

"Though I am sure you would not mind the viewing of it!" He said in Gor's mind with a hint of curiosity.

Zenethor watched the pair after giving Sabre a whipping he would not forget in a while.  The young Prince's concentration had been all over the place this morning, none of the usual focus he had come to expect from the young man.  Sabre was normally the most focussed student one could wish for, but not today and Zenethor could not determine why, the Prince had locked everyone out of his mind...except one it seemed.

Zenethor was not pleased at this turn of events, Sabre was usually very willing to please and open and today he was unfocussed and secretive which was not a good combination.  The old Master waited for Abigor to enlighten the Prince about the need for concentration during swordplay, but even he seemed a bit out of kilter this morning.  A few weeks ago he had been the most ardent of fighters and quite scathing of the Prince thinking him a spoiled little brat with no skills....now though something had changed.  He caught the scent of Sabre's season and he narrowed his eyes, such did not bother him at his age, but someone like Abigor who sometimes  thought with what he kept in his breeches... another matter.  It seemed he would have to give his favoured pupil a stern talk after this lesson.

If he had engaged the prince somehow, touched him....mounted him.....the whole House of Abrion would be shamed and exiled...likely Abigor would be executed...all to satisfy his urges with this beautiful demon...Zenethor would not let it happen.  Prince Sabre was innocent and in his season likely would not think of the consequences only following what his body desired and wanted as any young blossoming Incubus would....Abigor should know better!  He stood back for now, his own thoughts shielded and watched the pair with suspicious scrutiny.

Abigor was not sure what to think or do.  With Sabre in his head, his own wanton desire, and the masters scrutiny he was at a loss.  Something he never was before.  What was with this demon...this half incubus which he craved.  The master was waiting, the Prince was waiting...  He had no choice but to reply.

Yet he stood there with his heart pounding unable to move.   He scolded himself!  Forcing his mind back to the matters at hand.   The two stood almost like they were waiting for him to reply.  He cleared his throat.  "Yes...yes....now Prince...errrr...lift your sword...uh...you see...all you need..."  He trailed off the nearness and the picture of Sabre's backside. 

"I will show you Prince.  Please take your weapon and after I will show you that move I was talking to you of last night."  As he spoke his regular mannerism returned.  Yes he began to feel better.  The way Sabre had him feeling the demon wanted to mount the half incubus.  He desire had to be brought under control, it just had to!

"Prince please watch me and follow what it is I do..."  he looked away..."I will teach you Prince Sabre."  But his eyes held a far different meaning than sword training.  He heard what Sabre said he looked away, what could he say?  The sight of Sabre being whipped excited him and he could think of nothing better than seeing it again.  So he just tried to ignore what Sabre said.  Yet his eyes told the Prince how much the sight of it all excited Abigor.

Sabre watched Abigor with some confusion, not quite sure what he was thinking, his mind was all over the place, no coherent pattern to it.  Then he saw that look in his eyes and it spoke volumes, the sight of him being punished had excited the General's son beyond words, it had made him want him in all sorts of ways that he could not express.

He lowered his eyes and started to do as Abigor wanted, he raised his sword and started into the pattern of swordplay he was being shown, one punishment a day was enough, if Abigor wanted to see more of that then it would have to wait.  Though if Zenethor started to whip him on a regular basis for silly mistakes and small infractions his father would hear of it and then he would be punished and not allowed out of his room for days.

"I do not understand why you liked it?" He whispered tentatively in Abigor's mind.

"Do you like seeing me punished thus? Do you punish your lovers in this manners for excitement?"

The young innocence Prince was uncertain, confused and it showed in his sword play, Zenethor narrowed his eyes, the young men were communicating silently, this was a new development, he would definitely speak to Abigor afterwards.

"Prince Sabre do not make me have to whip you again CONCENTRATE boy!" He snarled.

He looked to Abigor.

"Abigor I want to see you after this lesson, I have much to discuss with you!"

He couldn't explain!  But the sight of the Prince being punished excited him greatly.  He heard the Prince but what could he say?  Anything he admitted to just made him out into more of a monster. 

"I will not answer that!  Believe it or not what I do with a lover I keep between me and that person." It was his only recourse he could think to say.  "But by all that is ours Prince I cannot have been whipped in front of me.  You are by far the most beautiful demon I have had the pleasure of setting my eyes upon.  Your behind is so..."  What was he doing!!!  He shook his head trying to pay attention but Sabre's body was so close he could feel the heat and wanted nothing more than to kiss him.


Only because of the Masters stern call to them did he come back to where they were and what they were supposed to be doing.

He swallowed, this could not be good if he wanted to speak with him.  "Yes, Master Zenethor."  Abigor held his sword and repeated a series of steps for Sabre to follow.

Sabre went silent after Abigor made his curt reply about his other lovers, he was mightily confused now and just been shouted at again by Master Zenethor.  He just followed the steps and tried harder to concentrate.  The lesson ended and Zenethor curtly dismissed the Prince and turned to look at his most favoured pupil.

"You are not on your game today.....are you distracted by the Prince's season?" He asked sharply.

"Your eyes were on him too eagerly today Abigor.....and he was all lowered lashes for you.....please tell me you have not done anything with him!" He hissed.

"If you have touched him or mounted him the King will have your head and banish you family, your father will be shamed...a disgraced exile!"
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Sabre walked back to his room and he was smarting with each step, he went within and saw Ana and lowered his head shamefully.

"Master Zenethor gave me a whipping." He said quietly.

"It really hurt Nana."

Abigor watched Sabre leave.  He wanted to stop him and say something but what?  Sabre was dangerous in a way that he didn't realize just how much restrain Abigor had to maintain.  He was falling for the Prince and it frightened him. 

"Master Zenethor, I've not touched him."  He said it with pain.  He wanted to!  He ached too!  But, he hadn't.  "I understand the King would never allow us to be, I do Master.  But, I think it is best I keep from him for a while.  I am...no, no...it is foolish really Master Zenethor.  I know my duties.  I will not touch him ever, but I will protect him with my life."  He looked down. 

He knew Master Zenethor could read him but Abigor felt more than lust.  It was something he was unfamiliar with and tried desperately to hide.

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Ana immediately felt he boy needed comfort.  Without asking she made his favorite drink and brought it to his bed.  "Come lie here and sip.  I will have Lui apply some cold compresses to your sore area my Prince."  She was not pleased that Master Zenethor took this approach with the Prince but she knew it was for his own good.

"Did you have trouble today love?  Maybe with all that is going on inside with you he should have considered this.  My poor sweet boy."

He sipped his warm drink and laid miserably on his bed with his breeches lowered as Lui applied the cold compresses.  They helped a little but he felt very sore, Master Zenethor had not spared the rod, his welted behind bore testimony to that fact.  Abigor had been odd and off too today, not like he had been and that made it worse.

He felt Ana sit on the side of the bed and tut and shake her head at the sight of his bottom.

"I lost my concentration Nana.....I was busy thinking about Abigor." He said in a small shamed voice.

"I was thinking about what it might be like if he kissed me."

He turned stiffly to look at her.

"Are you cross with me? I couldn't help it.....I shielded my mind....no-one but Abigor knows I thought it."

Zenethor mulled over what Abigor had told him, he knew the young man was not lying about his contact with the Prince, but he obviously was highly attracted to him was of worry.  There was only one course of action to take.

"You are relieved of any duties involving the Prince...you will not have contact with him other than at social occasions where you both must be in attendance." He said stonily.

"This is for your own good Abigor, all it takes is one slip and you will find your head on the block and your family will become pariahs, outcasts and the lowest of the low...do you want to see your mother living in a hovel on the outer rings, your once noble father reduced to low work to feed her?"

He had to lay it straight to the young man...make him see the folly of his desire; no good would come from his pursuing the Prince.  If Sabre's father found out there would be uproar, he would execute Abigor without a doubt and what he would do to Sabre would not bear thinking about.

"Do you know what the King would do to Prince Sabre if it were found out that he had allowed you to touch him or mount him?" He asked quietly.

"He would disown him! He would see him given to a brothel or worse, keep that thought in your head Abigor of Prince Sabre being raped and abused for coin by soldiers and commoners, this would be his fate.  He is to be kept innocent and pure, a virgin....it is what the King wants, I do not understand it....but it is his orders!"

Ana smiled softly at his comments.  "Good boy.  Excuse me Prince, Good man now.  You are no longer my sweet boy."  Ana closed her eyes, this would prove a very difficult rode for her young Prince.  Where Abigor's father cared not of those things he wanted a warrior.  One who took what he wanted when he wanted.  Not asked permission.  So long as he produced a heir to his name nothing else mattered.

Whereas Sabre father would see it beneath his son.  No this was not good for her sweet prince.

"My son, my prince.  I only fear that your feelings will be for naught.  Leave you saddened.  Your father will never allow it.  Never prince Sabre.  I am sorry to tell you this."  And she was her voice was laced with remorse.

"Also, you must consider something else.  Lord Abigor and his family.  What do you think your father would do to him and his family?  Matters not how loyal they are.  He would banish them or worse execute them.  And you my love.  I cannot speak of what he would do.  Please consider your actions with caution.  Perhaps it is best if you refrain from seeing him?  Hmmm?"

Ana was broken hearted for the boy.  She wanted to hold him and tell him everything would work out but she couldn't and she refused to lie to him. 

What could Abigor say?  Nothing, Master Zenethor was right.  But it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.

He stood there dejected.  He looked up at the demon he respected the most, one he considered a father to him and straightened.  His pride not allowing him to sulk, that was for the weak.  What he felt would be buried deeply, never to return to the surface...or so he said then...

"It will be done Master Zenethor."  Yet one last moment came from him.  "Will you tell him for me that I am sorry.  Tell him I will always remember him as a dear friend, until my services are needed when he is King, I will always protect the Tenth and his family."  He blinked back his emotions.  "Please Master Zenethor, please.  It is all I ask and weather you do or don't I will heed your advice, you have always steered me correctly."

He turned to the gallery and began to clean up.  His manner stiff but efficient.  Whatever he was thinking he would not allow anyone to see.  But, in fact he was not thinking, it hurt too much.

Later that evening he hurried out the castle to meet up with friends.  They danced and drank.  It was said that Abigor was in rare form, he had a met a lovely lady from the eight and he was trying with all his mannerism to get her to go into the woods with him...he was breaking her resistance.  He suggested her footmen should join in...he was a very dashing servant and could be something they all enjoyed.  He was soon leading both mistress and her servant back to his chambers.  He need to wash the memory of a certain someone...just as hard as he tried he kept seeing that face the entire time.  He was rough this night taking the pair and expelling his anger on them both...yet both have said for years to come it was them most passionate mating either had ever experienced.

Sabre swallowed hard, his heart felt like lead in his chest and in that moment he felt like he could not breathe. Ana was right, his father would banish Abigor or worse still execute him and how could he live with himself knowing he had been the cause.

He laid back down and turned his head away from Ana so she would not see the shimmer of tears in his eyes. How could he never see him again.....not ever....it felt like a pain ten times worse than the whipping he had received.  What would Abigor do? Likely forget him and move on with his friends and his freedom, able to do as he wanted, be with anyone he chose.

His heart ached.

He refused his meal that evening, too bereft to eat, he blamed it on the whipping, but he withdrew to his room and laid on the bed in the dark, alone, in pain and wishing he was anyone else other than who he was.

The next morning Abigor sent word to Master Zenethor and his father that he was checking on Viola and the sector they were doing drills.  It was on the outer ridge of the ring.   He needed to put some distance between himself and the Prince.

He left and forced himself not to look back.  He rode hard and fast to his bother and sisters in arms. 

Upon his approach Viola greeted him.  "Welcome Lord Abigor.  You come at the perfect. Time we are about to launch an attack." 

She motions from him to follow her to the war tent.  Propped up on a table is a crude map.  One of her long talons taps at an area.  "Look at what we found."

Abigor approaches studying it a moment and looking up to smile.   "Seems I have Viola.  When do we attack?"

Sabre refused breakfast the next morning and went to the sword lesson where he found only Master Zenethor in attendance.  He was told in no uncertain terms that Abigor had been re-assigned, he needed more time out in the field and that could not be done in a classroom.  Zenethor noticed that the Prnce was as pale as his moonlight hair, and though he followed the instructions silently and did as he was asked, his actions were almost mechanical.  He needed to speak with Ana, something needed to be done about Sabre.

There was no point in shouting at the young man or punishing him it would only push him further into this mood he was in.  Undoubtedly his father would notice soon enough and it would be made worse.  The two young men could not be allowed to continue as they were, it would not have ended well, Prince Sabre was innocent, Abigor was not and should Sabre lose his innocence in a moment of passion and it was discovered then all mayhem would break loose!  King Jarish had a nasty habit of having Sabre checked periodically by a 'special' physician who was able to determine if the Prince still held his innocence and it only would have been a matter of time before they were found out.

After the lesson Sabre did what he did best which was to retreat back to what he knew, hiding himself in the depths of the library with his books.  He did not want to make friends any more, he did not want to subject himself to feelings that grew out of control and then were snatched away.  He was safe in here with the books and the parchments.

Kora watched Abigor leave.  Later after Prince Sabre left the gallery he wandered in.  "Master Zenethor.  Good day to you.  I couldn't help but notice Prince Sabre was without a partner today.  And most likely for a bit.  I helped Lord Ulric pack a few things to take to the ranks, weapons, armor, things of that nature.  I was hoping to help here if I may?" 

He had a feeling that Prince Sabre and Lord Abigor's friendship was more then what met the eye.  Kora also knew the feeling of wanting what you were not allowed to have.  His heart would always be with one.  Kora would never cross that line with Sabre, he couldn't.  His purpose here was to help the Prince move forward.  So as his father wouldn't catch on.

"I find Prince Sabre to be a wonderful mind and wish to learn more from him.  This could be my way of showing him appreciation.  I may not be as highly ranked as Lord Abigor but I would like to help."

He was nervous, Kora had never approached Master Zenethor before and wasn't sure if he would receive his wrath or not.

Zenethor took Kora in, he was a good young man from a good family, not as powerful as the General's but steadfast and loyal.

"Perhaps you might do Kora....the Prince needs someone to train with nearer his own age and I think you would do well....you like magic too I am told, quite a good wielder by all accounts?"

He would make sure that the king was content with this change of partner, he was certain that he would not object.  For now though he had a different mission for Kora.

"I need you to engage the Prince Kora, he does not seem himself and I think would benefit from having a like minded person to be with in his spare time....speak to Ana, let her know I have suggested this....she will know where Sabre is."

He gestured lightly to the door, Kora was a good young man, different from Abigor, it should work well enough!

Hunting demons that had entered the mortal world was what the Angelic known as  Alorin Silver lived for at times.  He could sense the darkness the corruption that their foul presence bought with it.  It was why he now had tracked the two demons to their own plane of existence with the other two Angelics that he formed a team with.  He had opened the portal and followed the two creatures into the stinking cesspit they called home, which just happened to be the Tenth Ring in this case.

The two demons were called Goris and Talith, guilty of corrupting innocence young humans with a multitude of wicked vices.  Alorin and his team had tracked them to their last victim, a sweet young girl, now a back street harlot thanks to the pair. The Angelics would spill their blood on their home ground as a warning to other demons that would think of moving into the mortal realm.

Talith was already dead, beheaded by Alorin's own Epirion steel blade, it's glowing blue blade slicing through the demon's neck like a hot skewer through butter.  Goris was already surrounded on all sides, Alorin held him to the front, Tamarin to his left, Oriel to his right.  Alorin was a sight to behold, the angelic light glowed about him, almost blinding the demon, the blade almost sung, it's sound offensive to Goris' ears.  The large black wings were fully open making the Angelic look large ad imposing, even without the wings he was well built and a sight to behold.

"You have tasted your last mortal demon!" Alorin said softly.

"Time to die just like that pathetic wretch you travelled with!"

Kora was pleased.  He was also much relieved as well, he suffered to think of the whipping he would have taken should his suggestion had be met as impertinence.  But best of all Master Zenethor actually went a step further asking him to help the Prince.

He didn't miss a beat and he hurriedly went to the Prince's chambers and finding the door open he spotted the great lady.

"Ana, excuse me.  master Zenethor suggested I come to you.  He and I spoke."

The nursemaid looked up from her seat and nodded.  She gestured for him to come forward.  "Please tell me, are you looking for the Prince?"

Kora nodded in return.  "Aye, that I am.  Master Zenethor thought it would be helpful for him to have a friend.  Someone with similar interests and we could help one another."

"You will be able to find him in his library.  In his corner, you know the one right?"  Ana sipped her spiced tea.

"I do.  Thank you Ana.  It means a lot to me that you trust and approve as well."  Kora didn't wait for her reply he was rushing off to the library. 

Ana just chuckled.  This would be good, Kora was truly one she would have chosen to be friends with the Prince just because of their similarities. 

Kora was slightly out of breath as he knocked and entered the sacred room.  "Excuse me, Prince Sabre?  Do you mind my joining you this eve?"  His smile was gentle, friendly as was his voice.

Uric arrived with the weapons, they prepared to confront the three intruders.  Viola in her full demon form heard what appeared to be the leaders confession of killing one of their kind!  She looked over at the other two.  Uric and Abigor silently just nodded in return.  The three Angelics must die!

Viola had reinforcements waiting for her word but it was three to three by the looks of it.  She wasted no time.  She faced the right side of the appeared leader as he cast his words over Goris.  Even her own ears wished to repeal the offensive sound of the Angelics sword.  With her famed Rapier Sword Deimos she charges the group and the metal goes through the angelic to the right of the largest one.  She hissed and removed her blade from the spent body.  Letting it crumble to the ground.

"It is you who will not make it out alive!  How dare you enter here."  She took a swing but he was fast and strong.  He defended and was able to push her off.  But by now Ulric and Abigor were present.

Ulric went to Goris, helping to get him away.  Giving him praise for the corruption he spread.  Clearly defeying the Angelics words.

Abigor took his own sword to the angelic to the left.  He brought the blade hard against the Angelics chest.  They had the element of surprise on their side but the Angelics were not weak.  Viola was going to need help he noticed. 

Sabre looked up from his book, he was curled in his armchair in the furthest part of the library.  He looked pale and miserable and most unlike the young man from the Bonfires.

"Lord Kora....I am afraid I will make dull and poor company for you." He said quietly.

"I am best left alone to my reading."

His eyes turned back to the page but he was not reading, he was thinking about Abigor, who was probably pleased at the lucky escape he had received.  Anyone he got close to would be at risk, he was not allowed to be close to people, everyone made sure of that.

"But I did say you could come here whenever you wanted so please yourself." He said as an after thought.

They were caught off guard as the female demon attacked Oriel, killing him quickly, the Angelic crumpled and vanished in a stream of silver light, his blade hitting the floor was all that remained.  Another demon tried to flank them and Alorin called to Tamarin, just as another huge monster pulled his blade over Tam's chest.  The armour absorbed some of the blow, but the Angelic was injured, Alorin wasted no time in retracting in wings and dropping to roll and pick up the second blade from the ground which flared blue again in his hand.

He moved to place himself between Tam and the others, shielding his injured comrade.  They had to leave, Tam would heal above, as his blades met two of theirs, he called to Tam.

"The portal Tamarin......NOW!"

The injured Angelic gasped for breath as he drew the symbol in the air with his blade and it flickered. The silvery white light was bright and would momentarily blind the demons as it flared into life. Tam threw himself towards and in, leaving Alorin to face the three advancing demons alone. The female had been cut and was starting to fall back, the red haired demon covering her which left the large male with the purple eyes. He held both blades knowing that he had the advantage with the portal behind him and two deadly blades to their kind.

"Just walk away demon!" He said softly.

"I have the advantage.....take your brethren and go back to your dens!"

Kora just chuckled he knew exactly how Prince Sabre felt all too well.

"Yes, yes you did." He said it in a friendly way.  He took a few minutes to browse for a book and selected one.  Kora came back to the corner Sabre was in and settled in a comfortable chair right next to the Prince.  He began to read.

Every so often he looked up and if he caught Sabre's eye he would smile.  Before too long he decided to speak with the Prince.

"I am sorry Prince Sabre.  Although not the same I can certainly understand what it is like to love someone you are forbidden to have."  Now he said love but he could have just been speaking of himself but Kora felt strongly that his two friends also shared a connection.     

Ulric went to help Viola.  Abigor knew it was foolish to attack.  He knew it was going to be too much.  He also knew the angelic had two swords to his one.  He knew this yet he attacked anyway.

He couldn't not!  This is what he was born and bred to do.  Protect demon kind.  This angelic with their overbearing way had NO business being here. 

"You come here and have the audacity to tell me what to do!"

With that he charged the angelic. 

The burning of his flesh told him the angelics holy blade had pieced him and he growled as he snapped at the instrument.

The portal saw the wounded one go through as the angelic and Abigor clashed.  But wounded as he was and Viola as well he knew he couldn't follow and it bothered him to see the two intruders escape.

Alorin bought one of the blades in as the demon attacked him, the creature could just not help itself!

He felt the blade cut through the armour to taste flesh, the smell of burning evident as it did, he dragged hard at the blade and downwards and then yanked it free to see him reel backwards momentarily, eyes angry and he heard a name called by the other male who helped the female demon.

"ABIGOR!"

Alorin held the blades out in front of himself again and started to slowly walk backwards towards the portal, all the while they kept their eyes on each other, Abigor's burning with pained purple rage, Alorin's calm, silver pools.

"I warned you to walk away." He said softly as he reached the edge of the portal.

He stepped back again was was enveloped in silver light and vanished from the Tenth Ring, the portal closed with a thunderclap, shaking the very ground the demons stood on.

Sabre looked up his eyes wide with fear and answered Kora quickly and in a hissed whispered.

"I am not in love with him! I cannot be in love with him....such is not allowed!"

He was shaking slightly, how did Kora know? Had Abigor told him...making light of it among friends?

"He has been sent away to the Field to train....it is nothing....people get sent away....people go away...I get left behind!"

He cast his eyes back to the book again and bit his lip so hard he drew blood, he licked it away but it bloomed again and he closed his eyes.

"I take it Ulric is with him then....you are left behind too?"

Kora didn't mind the sudden outburst.  He too had experienced as such.  In his own soothing way he just nodded at the Prince.

"No such is not allowed and I know it all to well my Prince.  You know of myself and Ulric.  You know our families look down upon us begin together.  Ulric as you know fights it himself.  So I understand that such things are not allowed and yet our foolish hearts go forward anyway."

The book in his hand although very good now long forgotten.  "I trust you Prince Sabre maybe even more then I do Abigor and Ulric.  So you know I love Lord Ulric.  I can tell you, Abigor, amd from time to time Ulric but that is all.  No others and it hurts."

He had a calm tone one filled with understanding and his own pain.  Something he let Sabre see. "If you ever need to just talk about I want you to know you can trust me Prince Sabre.  Always."   

Sabre looked tearfully to Kora and the he whispered a word of magic sealing the library and then the whole story spilled from his lips. About teasing Abigor when he was in season, the bet with Karadis, when Abigor came to his room the same night and they spoke to each other silently about kissing and being together.  He spoke of his confusion the next day and his whipping by Zenethor, which Abigor had happened on and how the sight of him with his breeches down taking the beating had excited Abigor...he did not understand why and Abigor would not explain......and then he was gone.

"I am confused Kora." He said softly brushing at his eyes.

"I have not felt things like this, I do not understand why I feel them for him, but I know I want his power, his dominance...my father would kill me if he heard me speak thus....I am destined to be King....to be mated to a strong female, and produce many heirs!"

He had risked much by sharing this with Kora, he knew he was in love with Ulric, it had been evident at the Bonfires they had been off kissing passionately in the dark, may be more...but he would never have that chance.

"I cannot be with him, even in secret, should it ever get out my father would execute him and as for me.....I cannot even imagine!"

Kora understood.  His eyes shined with caring for the young prince.  He wanted nothing more than to hold him and comfort his friend.  Tell him everything would work out.  But he could not lie.  He knew Sabre was right about his father the King.  He and Ulric were tolerated because they knew that both would marry and produce heirs.  As a prince you could do whatever you wished but you were the dominant one and nobody would believe Abigor would submit in that way to anyone.  But all that was for naught thinking as Sabre's father wouldn't even consider allowing his son such carnal pleasure.

"I am sorry my Prince.  You are right.  Everything you said is right.  I have no answer for you.  But, I know Abigor and he would never allow you to be punished by your father.  He will deny himself for you.  He has not yet admitted to me yet but I can tell he loves you Prince Sabre.  Not like how I love you.  My love for you is born of our positions.  His love is too but his runs deeper.  His is the love one gives to its rightful mate.  In time you two will find a way.  That I am confident of."

It was more than he had planned on revealing but once Kora started it just came from his heart.  "Don't give up on him Prince Sabre.  I know he was sent from you, this wasn't his choice.  As for why he felt desire after your whipping.  That is natural for our kind Prince."  He blushed!  Kora actually blushed!  He wasn't sure what the Prince knew living so sheltered as he had.  Even for a part incubus Sabre seemed unaware of his power in that area.

He stumbled over his words before sighing and chuckling at himself.  "Okay, okay...sorry.  Where do I begin?  You know all demons even the lowborn derive pleasure from pain right Prince Sabre?"  He didn't want to assume the Prince knew so before he went into it he wanted to be sure.

Sabre tilted his head as Kora started to explain things to him...it was not ever a conversation he had...not even with Ana.  His face flushed with embarrassment he must look so naive to Kora.

"I am sorry Lord Kora.....I do not understand....people do not speak of such things with me. I know about kissing....kind of...though I have not....the rest....."He shrugged and lowered his eyes feeling ashamed.

He was the Prince, a Prince of the Tenth Ring and he actually really knew nothing of what Demons did or were expected to do.  All he knew was lessons about being King and magic, nothing else was ever discussed with him, his father did not encourage those sort of conversations, he did not understand why, surely his father wanted him to be a true demon in all senses of the word.

"I do not want to put you in an awkward position Lord Kora....do not speak of it if it is difficult to explain, I am sorry I am so stupid and naive of such things!"

Kora shook his head kindly.  "No, no Prince.  I will share what I have been taught.  And you are not stupid!  Far from it and as for your being naive well that is not your doing either.  Just promise you won't laugh at me though."  He jested softly.

But he treated Sabre with the utmost respect.  He took a quick deep breath and began his explanation as his own family had explained it to him. 

"I believe we are the personifications of concepts like fear, rage, desire/lust, gluttony, envy and want...all those emotions mortals and the Angelics would like to cast out of themselves.  Mortals say Demonic oppression is the work of evil forces that urge them to sin, to deny God's Word, to feel spiritually dead, and to be in bondage to sinful things.  They say we demons, which at one time were fallen angels who resisted God and who sinned were cast out.  Now we war against God, against God's people, and against unbelievers as well."  He looked up at the incubi and took a sip of some cool sweet liquid that somehow materialized. 

"I know...where am I going with all this.  Well, it was important that you know all of what I just said so that this part isn't confusing.  Mortals and the followers of heaven believe that any type of physical pleasure is sinful.  Angelics as well.  We are the only species that engages in physical pleasures without hiding it.  The pleasures of the flesh for us is a source of energy.  We feed from it and make ourselves stronger.  Bring pain to another will fill you with powerful emotions.  We have the ability to lessen a weaker beings sensory preceptors and while they feel pain they don't think they are until we decide to let them feel it.  We demons fed from man kinds weaknesses.  They fear us yet wish to live like us and it disgusts them, feeding our energy."

Kora kept explaining.  He wanted to give Sabre the best information so he would understand his own kinds behavior. 

"All demons love and emphasize any and all varieties of sexual behavior.  Incubi and sucubi the most crafted in this skill.  Pain will give us a more intensified pleasure to our sexual experiences."  He colored again.  "Pain weather witnessed, received, or the giver will always stimulate us.  Tell me something Prince.  When you think about Abigor watching you does it not make you feel tight here?"  He gestured to his lower stomach and groin area.  He did not mean to embarrass Sabre just wanted him to embrace the idea that Abigor was highly aroused by what he saw.  That is was Prince Sabre's pain that was a source of pleasure.

Sabre listened quietly and diligently to all that Kora said, things that no-one had really ever explained to him and he sort of understood what was being said. He had started to feel what power he wielded the day he had taunted Abigor with his scent, obviously he was not a full incubus but he still had this power nonetheless.

Then came that question about how he felt and Kora had gestured to where he would feel it and he blushed slightly. 

"I have felt that feeling all sorts of times of late Kora, especially to do with Abigor." He said shyly.

"When I knew he had been watching Master Zenethor punish me I felt odd inside and I felt what he felt, I just did not understand why but I do now.....thank you for educating me."

Kora smiled at his friend.  "Anytime Prince.  We are friends and as such we will always be there for each other."  He took another sip of his drink.

"Now what are you going to do Prince Sabre?  You know Abigor will be very stubborn.  He won't break his oath to the crown for just..."  He hesitated not sure how to phase what he was thinking.  He knew Abigor was having powerful feelings for Sabre but would he allow that to subject himself to the danger?  "...I mean, well I am not sure what I mean really Prince.  I just know he will prove difficult if you wish to be kissed by him.  I am sure Master Zenethor has chastised him thoroughly."

Abigor watched the portal close but with his injury and Viola's he had no recourse at the moment.  He would be that much weaker on the mortal plane so he snarled at the way they got away and turned his attention to his friends.

"Ulric?  How is she?"  He came over to them. 

"I'm fine Abigor."  Viola commented through gritted teeth.  Her breathing indicated otherwise.

"We need to get you three back."  Ulric was referring to Goris, Abigor, and Viola.  "Let me help Goris I'll be right back.  He hurried to the other demon helping him onto a night stallion.  Next he came over to Viola and Abigor helped him put her on one.  Abigor was fighting the pain the holy blade had cut him deeply.  It was foolish he knew but something broke in him, like nothing mattered anyway.

He refused Ulric's help to mount his stallion almost wanting to feel the pain.

The lord captain began to lead the three injured back.  As he did he began to call to Kora.  He knew he was far but soon they would be close enough so he would be able to hear him. 

They rode and Ulric pushed them hard.  He had too.

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Kora was still with Prince Sabre when he felt something.  He looked over at Sabre did he hear or feel anything?

Sabre was new to feeling Abigor's thoughts but as they drew closer to the castle like Kora he felt something, he gave a pained gasp and clutched at his chest, the book spilling from his lap.

"Kora!" He said his eyes filled with fear.

He felt this terrible pain, burning hotly in him and he felt Abigor's anger and his hurt too.

"Abigor....Abigor is hurt."

He was not yet skilled to the point of tuning out the emotion and the acute feelings the other demon was feeling, and now all he felt was panic, overwhelming panic that Abigor had been hurt.  He did not know what to do...what to say...how to act?  He could not shut it out now it was there....not like he could shut out everyone else.

"Kora....Kora....I don't know what to do....." He cried, his normal calm composure slipping away.

Kora sprang from his seat.  His book too falling from his lap.  "Prince, eazy.  Yes, something is wrong.  Let's hurry Ulric is calling us."  He could see the Prince's fear and he didn't want to coddle him.  Kora wanted to include the Prince.  "Will you come with me?"  He was already pulling the Prince by his hand and hurrying out of the great hall.

Kora shouted to a few of the guards and two demons from the watchtowers took flight.  "Come, Prince.  Ulric will be in the courtyard with Abigor and Viola.  Both are hurt and may need us." He flew out the courtyard.  A few other demons began to assemble.  The sound of thundering hooves resonated as the stallion's hooves crashed against the hard ground.  Ulric half dismounting before the horse stopped.  Goris sliding from the first horse as Kora ran forward to Viola who was slumped forward. "Quick, we need to bring her in.  Call Ana and Master Zenethor."  He looked into Ulric's eyes pained but relieved that he was okay.  He whispered, "Abigor?"  And looked around.

As if summoned the last horse came thundering in with a crumpled figure on it's back.  Kora carrying Viola looked frantically for Sabre.   "Prince!  Please see to Abigor!  Get him inside."  He gestured to Ulric to help the Prince as he carried her inside.

Sabre watched as Ulric dragged Abigor from the horse and soldiers scurried to assist him, the Prince's eyes were large with fear as he saw the blood.

"Bring him to the Infirmary!" Called Master Zenethor who had arrived closely followed by Ana who gasped in dismay.

Sabre followed them in and watched as Zenethor himself tore the armour off of Abigor's half conscious body and ripped his shirt open to reveal a wound of some depth and size.  Sabre came to stand next to Ana and reached for her hand.

""Nana......what did that?" He asked quietly as he watched the one he was having budding new feelings for snarl in pain.

It was Zenethor that roared the answer.

"Bloody Angelic Blade!" He hissed.

The physician was tending to Viola who also bled from a wound, it was Sabre that slowly walked foward and placed a hand on Abigor's chest before Ana could stop him.  A violet light flared between them as he whispered something that the others could not understand. The wound started to slowly close until a livid red line appeared more liked a deep scratch than the wound it had been.  Sabre reeled back with a soft gasp, crumpling to the stone floor by the bedside, everything was going dark, he had never attempted that spell before and now he knew why, the drain was so very costly.  His eyes flickered and he fell unconscious to the sound of Ana's scream and Zenethor's muttered curse of surprise and worry.

Kora couldn't believe what he was witnessing!  He had heard of such magic but never witnessed it before.  He was at the Prince's side in a flash.  Catching him just before he hit the floor.  Kora though not as large as Abigor was still fairly massive and easily lifted Sabre in his arms.  He looked back at Abigor who appeared to be sedated and peaceful.  The steady rise and fall of his chest told him as much.

"I will take him to his room."  He directed this more towards Ana and Master Zenethor.

He didn't want to rush but he knew the magic Sabre expelled exhausted him, actually took some of his own life force to regenerate Abigor.  As he walked quickly through the castle he began to whisper to Sabre.  "You did it Prince Sabre.  No one besides your Grandfather had ever performed that spell successfully.  But you did it.  You save him.  Please hang in there Prince."

Over and over he whispered encouraging words of love and friendship.  Until finally making it to the Prince's room.  What he didn't know was that Ulric too was follow.  In awe of the confident Kora.  This was a very new side of his friend, his lover.  Ana was right behind him

"Ana, his bed?"  Kora asked.

The nursemaid nodded.  "Yes child please."

As soon as Kora place the Prince down on his bed Ana went to work.  She changed two summons in their native tongue, placed the essence sticks around him, and a cool cloth smelling of lavender, Abigor's favorite.  She would tell Sabre this when he woke.

Back in the infirmary Abigor was coming awake.  He felt oddly refreshed as he tried to sit up.  He called to the first person he thought of..."Prince Sabre?"

Zenethor stayed in the Infirmary with Viola and Abigor, never had he witnessed such power from one so young, whilst Sabre's grandfather had once performed that spell he had been much older! The Prince had been taken down by the magic, part of his life force given to Abigor to heal him.  He would be having words with the General's son about the foolishness of attacking Angelics especially one that seemed as adept as this one had been, it had injured both Abigor and Viola without a thought.  He would question his Pit Slave about this....he was sure Castiel would provide answers in due course.

His train of thought was interrupted as Abigor tried to sit and spoke Sabre's name.

"Hush your tongue!" He said coolly pushing the young man back against the bed.

"You have done enough today!"

He took his seat again.

"You are very lucky Abigor.....you don't know how lucky you are." He mused.

The Physician bustled over to examine what was now just a livid red scar on Abigor's chest.

"Had I not seen it with my own eyes I would never have believed it!" He shook his head poking the scar.

"That pretty little half  Incubus casting such a spell.......quite unprecedented and on my watch......what will his father think.....I wager he will be having words with our little Prince at his foolhardy action!"

Zenethor scowled and the demon paled and scurried off.

"Rest!" He snapped.

"I have to go and see Ana!"

Abigor heard Master Zenethor, understood his words to rest yet couldn't comprehend them.  What had just happened?  Why was Master Zenethor here?  He mumbled something about a blue blade and the portal.  He literally fell back down onto the bed.  "Master...Pri...Prince...is he here?"  He whispered softly.  But was soon sleeping again before the words were completely out of his mouth.

Viola was in awe of the Prince.  Though a bit dazed she saw what he had done and the power he held.  Nothing like that had been seen in their realm.  He must be the one prophets spoke of, the one who will unite the rings. 

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Kora watched as Ana worked.  He gestured to Ulric to leave the chamber.  "Come on, let's go.  Ana needs to work we will wait outside.  I am still in shock.  Do you think or could Prince Sabre be the one?"  He tried to whisper but Ana heard Kora.

"Shhh you two.  Hurry close the door.  I need to work."  The nursemaid didn't wait to watch them go.  She chanted again.  Performing the prayers over the Prince.

Sabre was in a dark place, he felt as if he were swimming in darkness, there was nothing familiar, no light, no comfort.  Just when he was about to give up and close his eyes he saw something far off in the distance, a glimmer of light, it grew bigger and bigger until he was almost blinded by its brightness.  He shielded his eyes and finally it died away to reveal a figure, he knew her, only from portraits, that long silvery hair and sloe dark eyes and shapely figure...it was his mother.

"Hello my darling....my perfect Saberion." She whispered to him.

"I have watched you from so far away and you have become so very strong, perhaps not in body, but in your mind and in your power....your father was right to do what he did." She said so very softly.

Sabre wanted to speak but he found he could not.

"He fed me Angelic blood every day you were in my womb, it changed you darling from a mere demon into something so much more...it was kept a secret, a deep and dark secret and look at you.....you are perfection, a combination of demon in flesh and Angelic in power...none would know to look at you."

She reached out to touch his hair, letting the silvery silken strands run through her fingers.

"To all tests and examinations you are demon....you have your grandfather's powers but so very enhanced....none will pick up that it is divine in origins for all knew your grandfather to be demon....my special darling.....my perfect boy!"

Sabre woke with a cry, sitting bolt upright in his bed, startling any around him with the suddenness of his waking.  He was breathing heavily, fearfully, terrified that someone might know...someone might guess.  Strangely he could smell Lavender, but it did not soothe him.  Then he heard another voice in the ante chamber, stern, angry and demanding to know what had transpired....his father.

The door to the bedroom crashed open and the King stood there angrily regarding his son.

"What in all the Rings did you think you were doing Boy!" He snarled.

"That spell could have killed you....by the Dark Gods......I should whip you senseless and teach you a bloody good lesson you won't forget!"

Sabre gazed fearfully upon the King but the dream came back to him and he said one word to his Father.

"Blood!"

The King looked puzzled for a moment and then the choice of that words dawned on him and he turned slamming the bedroom door shut and sealing it against those in the antechamber.

"How do you know?" He hissed as he came close to Sabre and twisted his hand into the moonlight hair making the Prince wince.

He raised his hand to the Prince.

"Speak Saberion or I will thrash you!"

Tears filled Sabre's eyes and the momentarily defiance and power he thought he might have held over his father vanished.

"Mother told me...in a dream.....please father.....I am sorry.....I will never speak of it again."

The backhand caught him across the cheek and the King let go of him and Sabre fell back sobbing to the pillow, his cheek throbbing.

"That is correct Saberion....you will never speak of it again...I hear any mention of what you have learned and I will make sure you never even think of it again....do I make myself clear."  He turned and stormed to the doors unsealing them and flinging them open.

He glared to Zenethor and Ana.

"Keep him under control.....if anything like that ever happens again I will make sure that you will watch as I beat him within an inch of his life before I then turn my wrath to you!"

After the King stormed from the chambers Zenethor stepped into the Prince's room to find him red eyed and slumped against his pillow. Of course he did not know what had been said between the Prince and his father the room had been sealed, but it must of been about the danger the Prince had put himself in.  He noticed then the bruise starting to speckle along Sabre's fine cheekbone and he shook his head.

"Ana." He called out to the woman.

"Please fetch a cold compress for the Prince's cheek it seems his father was over zealous in his ire!"

He looked back to the young man and shook his head.

"A foolhardy move Sabre, but damn brave of you boy.....Abigor owes you." He said softly.

"None who witnessed it will ever question your power again and quite a few saw Sabre!"

The Prince wiped his eyes.

"Abigor...is he well?" He said in a throaty whisper.

Zenethor patted his shoulder fondly.

"Aye boy, just a long scar and he sleeps, likely you saved him from a crippling injury."

Sabre laid back and took a breath.

"Then it was worth the risk." He breathed softly.

Zenethor left the Prince under the care of Ana and made his way out of the castle towards the Pits.  He was greeted warmly y the Master who led him immediately towards where his personal fighter, one of five was housed.

When he arrived it was rest time in the Pits, the slaves had been worked hard that day and Castiel, the Angelic was laid upon his straw pallet on the fringes of sleep when his cell door opened.  He had been broken by Zenethor about a year ago and now served him quietly and stoically which the Demon seemed to appreciate, he was not one for abusing his slaves if they did as asked nor did he rape them.

"Castiel....wake!" Came Zenethor's cool and commanding tone across the cell.

The Angelic rose from the pallet and found his knees before Zenethor who patted his head lightly and stroked his chestnut hair as one might his favourite pet.

"I need information Cas." He said softly.

"Three of your kind infiltrated the Tenth today, one is dead, one got injured and the third is the one I want to know about.  He was powerful, even here, raven black hair, silver eyes...he had no fear, fought like a lion....who is he Castiel?"

Cas knew full well who that was from the brief description, there was not an Angelic that did not know him, highly favoured, highly skilled.

"Alorin...My Lord......that sounds like Alorin.  A General among our kind, a fierce fighter and he has no mercy for your kind My Lord." He said softly.

Zenethor had heard all he needed to know, he patted Castiel again and produced a small treat from his pocket and gave it to him, some sort of small sweet which the Angelic took back to his pallet.

"You fought well the other day Cas." He said quietly as he watched the Angelic curl on his bed again.

"You earned me good coin off of the Second Ring....keep it up."  He then turned and left, the cell door being locked after him.

So the creature's name was Alorin.....a name to watch out for in the future.

The King had left strict orders that the Prince was not to leave his wing, he was to be confined there to study, his sword play lessons would be held there also in an empty room but only Master Zenethor was allowed to attend.  Even Lord Kora was not allowed to visit so Sabre was very much on his own other than Ana and Zenethor for company.

He sat at a desk in his day room going over the passages that Ana had asked him to read and learn for their next doctrine lesson.  The bruise despite the cold compress had still blossomed against his pale delicate skin and his rump was still healing from the sound whipping he had received from Zenethor a week before, altogether he was feeling very sorry for himself.

The King himself visited daily and stood over the lessons that Ana taught, making comments and expressing his displeasure if Sabre offered an alternative ideas.  One idea even got him another hiding from the king himself, done in front of Ana. After he had gone Sabre had wept, he did not want to be seen as weak, but he was so lonely and he hurt and he did not not know what to do other than cry in Ana's arms after she had seen to tending his punished flesh.

"I hate him Nana." He whispered huddled against her.

"And he hates me, his concern and false love is just a front I am sure!"

There was a sharp knock at the doors to the Prince's suite the next morning, when Ana opened it two Temple guards marched in and stood forbodingly at the Prince who was sat quietly eating breakfast.

"Prince Saberion....you are to accompany us to the Temple, the High Priest and your Father the King have decided it is time for you to be tested to see the extent of your magical skills in light of what happened recently in the Infirmary!" The older guard said curtly.

Sabre's eyes swung nervously to Ana and he set down his spoon.

"What now?" He said his voice a little anxious, he disliked the priests too, they never had anything pleasant to say.

The guard smirked a little, he was the sort that liked to cause discomfort and alarm.

"Yes Prince Saberion right now....and I doubt you will be back for a while so your nursemaid can send on your clothes and things."

He considered the Prince a pampered spoilt brat even though Sabre was as far from that than you might get.  He was of a mind the strict discipline of the Temple would do the brat some good.

Sabre rose slowly, he was dressed simply, dark grey breeches, a pale silver shirt and a match dark grey coat and black boots.

"Ana...please pass on my apologies to Master Zenethor." He said pointedly to the woman, hoping that the message might get to another too.

He stepped towards the door and was immediately flanked by the two large and mean Temple Guards.  He looked so small and slight between them, almost child like, he closed his eyes and took a breath....what if the High Priest discerned the origins of his abilities?

"Then escort me to the Temple!" He said sharply...trying not to let his fear show.

Sabre entered through the tall stone pillars that marked the entrance to the Temple which resided a short distance from the castle.  It was a place he avoided if he could help it, not liking the smell of the place or the priests more over the High Priest, he gave him the shivers and there was not much that could do that to a demon.  He was led deep within to the inner sanctum where the High Priest stood waiting for him sat on a chair on a raised dais.  Sabre was sure the man fancied himself a king of sorts.

He was a tall skinny demon with sallow skin and lank black hair that sat on his shoulders, nothing like the glossy raven locks that Abigor sported.  He had piercing dark eyes and a long black moustache and wore Crimson robes threaded with black.  It felt like the longest time standing there to Sabre as the High Priest scrutinised him with horrible black eyes and smirk about his thin lips.

Finally he spoke, rising from the chair to stand on the steps above Sabre.

"Prince Saberion....we are humbled to have you here." He purred.

"I am sure the time you spend with me will be most enlightening for us both."

Sabre remained silent, blocking his mind without thinking from the one that stood above him.

"Not bloody likely!" he thought to himself.

The High Priest did not show that he was put off by the mind block, obviously he had attempted to probe the young man's mind but his defences went up immediately and were solid.

"Both your father and I think you would benefit from some time away from the castle and for your skills to be tested....and why not start now....hmmm.....I understand you have runes....I would see them....remove your shirt."

Sabre's black eyes were unreadable at that command he stood not moving.

"I do not think that is appropriate." He said softly.

The High Priest smiled thinly and patronisingly at the Prince.

"Your father has given me full autonomy with regards to the tests....now remove the shirt boy or I will order my guards to do it for you!"

Sabre took a breath and took off his coat laying it on the stone floor and then started on the buttons of his shirt.  He had added three news runes down the side of his body last night after his father had left to bring the total to eleven. Five across the top of his chest and three down each side.  He pushed the shirt back over his shoulders and to his waist revealing his chest and sides.

The High Priest's eyes widened and he stepped forward.

"Who gave you these!" He hissed.

"I gave them to myself!" Sabre said stonily.

The priest's bony fingers reached out to delicately caress Sabre's chest and then down his left side and the Prince felt his skin crawl.  The demon was breathing heavily as his fingers travelled and Sabre stepped back out of reach and a look of annoyance came across the High Priest's face.

"Impressive...I will test your use of them in due course...." He hissed softly.

"But for now.....you will be shown to your......quarters." He smirked, turning his back and walking back to his chair.

Sabre pulled his shirt back up and slung his coat about him as the guard nudged him him none to gently.

"This way!" He grunted.

He was led down a series of corridors until they reached a wooden door which squeaked open and the guard pushed him inside.

"Sleep well yer Highness!" He smirked.

Sabre whispered a soft word and the two candles set in the wall lit and he saw his 'accommodation' if it could be called such.  The room contained a small single bed with a straw pallet and a blanket and pillow, a wash stand and a bucket...to Sabre it was not much more than a cell.

He walked to the bed and sat down, his mind moving to another thought...one that haunted him....how was Abigor.....was he well?

Sabre was not sure how long he spent alone in that cell before someone banged on the door making him jump.  It was flung open and the same smirking guard who escorted him earlier stood there, Sabre would later learn that his name was Mollaris.

"High Priest wishes you to dine with him now." He said sneering at the Prince.

Sabre rose and stared up at him quite unafraid.

"I am afraid I have no appetite, please pass along my regrets." He said smoothly.

The guard chuckled and grabbed the Prince by the wrist and pulled him to the door.

"Ain't a request pretty.....yer dining with him whether you are hungry or not."

Sabre winced as the meaty fist closed about his wrist and he was yanked forward, of course he could have used magic to free himself but he wanted to conserve his strength for what might come so he allowed himself to be dragged along the corridors to what he would surmised to be be the High Priest's private suite of rooms.  This unnerved him slightly being alone with him, especially after the over familiar way the demon had trailed his fingers softly and all too lingering;y over his runes earlier.

He was pushed through a double set of doors into  a room adorned with red silks and velvets and dark furniture to see the High Priest sat at a table, a small table with two chairs.

"Ahhh....Prince Saberion.....delightful.....please do take a seat." He purred, gesturing to the free space opposite him.

"I thought we might eat and speak a little......some polite and pleasant conversation."

Sabre sat in the opposite chair silent as the High Priest spoke his oily words, he offered no emotion, no answers.  The High Priest was slowly becoming a little infuriated by the lack of response from the Prince, he was being deliberately defiant, not a trait his father had ever mentioned in the young man.  To his father he was studious, shy, gentle but there were other things being seen here, defiance, will, strength....not something he thought he would see. He was sure the Prince would crumble once taken from his home, put in an environment foreign to him...away from his friends....his tutors.....the female Ana who had raised him.

The High Priest gestured to a carafe of red wine.

"Would you like a goblet Prince Saberion?"

Sabre kept his eyes level and his voice firm.

"My father does not allow me to drink."

The demon opposite him clenched his jaw and his black eyes focussed on the Prince, his fist clenching slightly.

"Your father is not here.....drink boy!" He sloshed some wine into a goblet.

Sabre remained calm and swallowed a little.

"No."

The High Priest nodded and sat back in his chair again.

"Very well.....perhaps some conversation...how about your friend.....Lord Abigor...you risked much to save his life did you not?" He purred softly.

There it was...a flicker of something in the Prince's eyes....a tell tale sign of an emotion.

"That spell has only ever been cast by one other...your grandfather and he had been studying the art most of his given life..but you...a mere child in comparison to him...did it without blinking to save General Abrion's son." He continued.

"Quite admirable...I expect the General will be most grateful...his son too...what do you think he will give you for saving his life my Prince....undying loyalty?  Undying love?"

Sabre tensed and he sat a little straighter, his palms flat against the table.

"Who knows?" He said quietly.

"I did it because he was badly injured and he is my friend....should I have let him die?"

The High Priest smiled and took a sip of his wine.

"If it is the will of Gharis or Deimos that he should die....then who are you to intervene?"

Sabre returned the smile.

"It was not their will that he should die....it was not my will that he should die....perhaps the Gods granted me the power to save him."

Abigor spent most of the next week healing.  He had no idea what Sabre had been forced into, not that he could have stopped it at this point but he would have liked to have thought he could.

Each day He got stronger but his heart grew heavier, you see at this point he didn't know that Sabre had been ensconced  and each morning he hoped to see him and each night he went to sleep with a longer and broken heart.  He almost wished that Sabre had let him die.

Abigor was allowed to go to his chamber finally and within those walls he let himself grove the loss of his Prince.  No one needed to know his love for the demon who saved his life.  He hide everything from public.  The days crept by and Abigor in public seemed as if not seeing Sabre didn't effect him.  It was a lie.

Rumors of his prowess spread....Wealthy. Powerful. Womanizing. That wasn't all that had been said about Lord Abigor. The final piece of gossip that might have reached his ears was the most troubling. He had heard he swore off marriage, vowing never to be troubled with a wife. He never wanted to bother with the trifle of love, it only caused pain. When his father would joyously come to him with Offers of acceptance of a family marriage proposal and told Abigor he was giving his blessing to the union, well, he couldn't say much. Abigor steadfastly refused each one.

Why bother, nothing mattered anymore.

(Several days later in the training area outside)

"Get on with it!" rumbled at the generals son, his voice thundering through the training area like an angry curse.


Startled, it was all Jayce, Kora, and Ulric  could do not to jump and flee. Abigor turned and cast his father a wary gaze. He sat watching, the only man other than the demon besides Master Zenethor that the demon ever listened too.   He saw his father's clenched jaw, he tried to gave his most reassuring smile.



"Yes, yes," the Kora stuttered. He dabbed the top of his head with a cloth he held clutched in a trembling hand. "Well, then, Lord Abigor, let us continue."



Abigor snarled!  Why could they not just follow his instructions? 

The demoness Jayce started to turn a cheerful smile.  Abigor, seized her wrist, storming away from the group. She had to run to keep up with him. He flung the doors of the barn open with an angry shoved her and moved into the inner ward.


Jayce barely had time to notice the peasants halting their work to glance at them. A demon just outside the blacksmith's station stopped his hammering to raise his eyes, his tool frozen in mid-strike. He shook his head and continued with his work. An alewife glanced over the rim of the holding stable. A small demon scampered out of Abigor's path, his large purple eyes wide with pain and anger. 

For a fleeting instant, Jayce wondered why anyone was working at all; wasn't it obvious what he was about to do to her? But embarrassment welled up inside her, forcing the thought aside.  He was the general's son, maybe she could convince him to relent his promise never to marry?  Maybe his death wish was all an act?  Maybe he could learn to love her....

For Sabre stuck deep within the confines of the Temple, life was bleak and lonely.  The tests had begun and the High Priest took delight in devising the most cruel and wicked tasks to test the Prince's ability.  He had fought undead and monsters, negated poisons, and today he was battling against three priests who were throwing everything they had at him in unison.

Sabre stood streaked in blood and sweat, he was tired, exhausted but they still kept coming, there was nothing left but to kill them, he did not want to but he needed to rest and it was the only way.  First he called on the newest rune he carved below he left the castle 'Saparith', it allowed him to drag their power, their strength from them to him.  The Priests were in shock, floundering as their power flowed like a violet sparkling stream from their bodies into the Prince's.  He almost seemed to glow, an odd incandescent violet white when it was done.  They fell back exhausted and disorientated and tried to drag themselves away from their foe.

Sabre's black eyes watched them dispassionately and from his viewpoint the High Priest leaned forward in anticipation.  The Prince was something special, very special, but something was off...the power he wielded....he did not know why yet....but the scent of it was not entirely demonic.

"Finish them Saberion!  The test does not finish until you do!" He hissed.

It was one whispered word...not one he had ever uttered before....but he did now out of tiredness and despair.

"Massiri"  The Priests flared brightly and then were nothing....just dust.

Sabre turned and limped towards the door that would take him to his room but he was stopped in his tracks by Mollaris the guard.

"His Eminence isn't finished with you yet!"  He turned Sabre back to look up at the high Dais where the demon sat.

"Clean yourself up....you will dine with me tonight!" Came the barked command.

Sabre's eyes met the High Priest's.

"Please, I am tired....I want to rest." He said tears filling his eyes.

The High Priest smiled cruelly.

"Tears will not avail you here.....do as you are told or I have the authority to punish you...and I can assure you it will not be a mere whipping!"

Sabre reached his room, the guard Mollaris pushed him within and grinned at the figure that stumbled towards the bed.

"You haven't got time for that pretty...get washed up...I understand some new clothes were procured for you today, you will find them on the stand.  I will come back in one turn of the hourglass for you!"  He then slammed the door and turned the key in the lock.

Sabre turned wearily to look at the clothes on the stand, these were not items that he owned but that had been chosen for him by the High Priest no doubt.  They were loose silken pants, scarlet in colour as was the sleeveless vest, scarlet embroidered with black. Wearing these he would look more like a pleasure slave than a Prince.  He had no choice at the moment though; he dare not defy his father nor the High Priest, though in the recesses of his mind he knew he was more than capable of defending himself.

He poured some water into the bowl and whispered a word softly, turning the cold liquid to hot, the steam rising from the bowl.  He picked up a cloth and started to gingerly wash away the blood from the small wounds and winced as it dew over bruises, some fresh, some not.  He run the cloth over his face and across his hair trying to clean it somehow but what he really wanted was a bath but he dared not in this place he felt as if he always had eyes on him.  When he was done he turned his gaze to the clothes and he closed his eyes.

If Abigor could see him now he might not be so interested in him, battered and bruised and about to wear clothes that made him look...look like...he could not bring himself to think it.
He had to wear them though, if he did not put them on willingly he knew he would be forcibly stripped and dressed in them anyway.  He pulled on the long silk pants and then the soft silk sleeveless vest and turned to look in the mirror.  He brushed at the tears in his eyes, how could his father do this too him....just because he saved Abigor?  Surely that was a good thing to save his favoured General's son from death or maiming?

There was a solid knock at the door and the key turned in the lock and it opened, Mollaris leered at him quite openly.

"Well now.....don't you look delicious!" He hissed.

"I am almost tempted to have at you myself...but I know how capable you are of defending yourself." He sneered.

Sabre held up his head and walked out into the corridor, it was going to be another difficult evening...he could tell.

Sabre sat down quietly opposite the High Priest and stared down at his plate, he was not eating well since he had been placed here, his appetite diminishing fast, he had lost a little weight and he was somewhat pale, but it only seemed to add to his ethereal beauty.

As usual he was commanded to eat and he took the barest minimum and wine was poured but he did not drink it, opting only to drink water.  Today the High Priest was silent but his eyes never left Sabre, hungry eyes, devouring him with each gaze. It was unnerving for the young Prince, especially dressed in the clothes that had been left.  They seemed to excite the demon priest, his breathing quickening at times.

"Your mother was a succubus wasn't she?" He said finally.

Sabre looked up from his barely filled plate.

"From what I am told." He said softly.

"I did not meet her."

The High Priest licked his lips slowly.

"So you are an Incubus....half a one so breeding would say....but I think there is more of it in your blood then your father would have us believe!"

He rose and walked round the table to come to stand behind Sabre, his fingers running lightly over the silvery white hair.

"I also hear you are untouched....pure.....not a single innocence lost." He whispered in the Prince's ear.

"Perhaps it is time that was remedied!"

Sabre stiffened in his seat at those words, the fingers in his hair making his very skin crawl.

Sabre pushed back his chair and rose to face the High Priest with a nervous look and he spoke quietly and respectfully.

"I am very tired from the tests; I think perhaps it would be best if I went back to my room to sleep Your Eminence."

He went to move round the Demon Priest and head towards the door, but was stopped in his tracks when the High Priest caught his wrist in a vice like grip and pulled him back.

"You think to tempt me with your body and beauty Incubus and then leave?" He hissed angrily.

The grip tightened as Sabre tried to free himself, he could not use magic for he knew things would not go well if he did, the High Priest would punish him, his father would punish him and he would have to spend longer here, perhaps he would never be allowed to leave.

"Please...I have done nothing to entice you...just let me go." Sabre implore softly.

He was rewarded with another hard pull until he was close to the Priest, enough to see his dark glittering lust filled eyes, his breath hot and heavy, his essence cloying and domineering.

"You dress in such a manner as to entice, your pretty face draws one in....your very essence demands to be mastered." Purred the older demon.

Sabre's eyes widened.

"How could you say such, these were the only clothes left to me, you have not allowed my own to be delivered from the castle, those I came in are in tatters...you are the one that has forced me to dress thus....please just let me go!"

The High Priest raised a eyebrow and turned viciously dragging the Prince along behind him towards a door to one side of the room.

"Defiant, outspoken, you will soon learn some respect Prince Sabre, I wager you will be purring for me sweetly enough in a while!"

He kicked the door open to reveal his sleeping chamber and Sabre felt fear, true fear and the runes on his body reacted to it starting to glow.  His thoughts were of Abigor, his protector, where was he? Did he know what was happening?

Abigor made no pretense he took what he wanted from the demoness and possibly for the first time took and gave nothing back.  He used the poor girl and when his needs were sated he just got up and left her there.  It was as if he closed off everyone and everything.  He dragged himself back to his bedroom where he crashed into a pool of self-pity and misery.   For the first time he'd wished Sabre would have allowed him to die.

As with everything one's mood does change and turn with the passing hours and he eventually got out of the bed.  During the night he vowed to find out just what they'd done with the Prince.  Even if it meant being exiled or worse.

He first started on the minor staff asking mild questions of what had gone on in the days following his recovery.  What they saw or heard.  It wasn't much but they did let on how it was sudden and that Ana was still here in the Prince's wing but that they took the Prince away.  This was unusual for the King to do.  As Master Zenethor was still here at the castle as well.  He dared not ask anything of the Master for fear of a beating.  As much as he was loved by the demon and that love returned he feared his wrath.  Perhaps one of the only ones he did fear. 

So Abigor bided his time and after the evening meal went to visit Ana.  He knocked and waited for the demoness to allow him entry. 

"Ana please I must speak with you."  His purple eyes glazed over in pain. 

She knew he would come see her and Ana was actually glad for it.  She feared for the Prince and if she had been stronger she would have gone to the King and demanded the Princes return.  But she knew that would have only found her imprisoned.  But oh how her heart ached for her boy, her Prince.  She held a mother's love for him and always would.  When she spoke her voice was seeped in the pain she too felt.  "Abigor, do not blame yourself.  What Sabre did should have been herald not punished.  I also know why you are here.  I am not at liberty to give out the whereabouts of Prince Sabre."  Abigor went to cut her off but she quickly silenced him.  "Pfft, stop boy and let me finish.  It would be okay if you wished to go pay homage to the priests."  Her eyebrow arched as she continued and Abigor began to relax, she wasn't just coming out and saying it but she was telling him.  "They hold so many answers to our questions.  They hold our most precious secrets and desires.  If you go to the temple I am sure you will find the solace you require within the deep recess of the walls.  Go child you are a-washed in tragedy.  Go cleanse yourself then you may return and speak to me."  With that Ana got up and left for her bedroom with a small smile.  She knew he understood as she heard his footsteps pounding as he cantered into a run.

Abigor was breathing heavy not from the run but from the fright he felt of the situation the Prince was in.  Did his father not know what could happen?  He had for all these years kept Sabre under lock and key only to have the priests molest him!  He felt a fear like none he had ever felt before and he hurried to the stable.  He only desire was to get to Sabre before any harm could befall him.  If it hadn't already.  There was no way Sabre was ready for what those demons would do to him.  How could the King, his own father allow this to happen! 

He was dragged towards the large scarlet  bed and the scent of incense cloyed the air and he felt sick. The High Priest pushed him so he fell back against the expanse of red coverlet and he grinned.

"A pure Incubus is an affront to all we believe in....such must be remedied and quickly my pretty!" He hissed.

"I think I can tame your spirit and wilfulness and you will be compliant in all that is done to you, you need a firm hand Saberion, powerful as you may be you are nothing but a scared child with your head stuck in books hidden away in your little gilded cage with no grasp on anything...no understanding of what makes a demon a demon!"

Sabre shook his head.

"That's not true!" He sobbed.

"I do know things.....I know lots of things!"

The High Priest backhanded him across his face hard as he spoke out.

The action made the runes glow even brighter but the Demon Priest was oblivious to it, too caught up in his own desires.

"Well after tonight you will have lost some of your innocence and the taking of it will be sweet I wager....you will purr for me my little cat and you will beg for more!"

He started to moved towards the bed and Sabre scrambled backwards to try and get away from him. 

"I think a kiss to start with...let me see how delicious the mouth of a Prince is!"

He mounted his horse and headed towards the temple.  It wasn't far and the panic he was feeling just intensified.  The night air had a rawness to it.  Almost damp and unforgiving.  He had no idea if he'd get to Sabre, they might forbid him to enter.  If they did then he knew he would have to break in.

Ana watched from the side window of Sabre's room.  Her heart beat quickened.  Abigor was seen crossing to the stable and then without a saddle he was seen running full speed in the direction of the temple.  She only hoped he made it on time. 

As the ground beneath him passed his only thought was on Sabre and getting him out of there.  He saw it in the distance.  The place was ablaze with lights.  He saw some demons running about and his heart fell, did something happen to the Prince?  Was he hurt or worse....

Sabre had no where to go, the expansive headboard had touched his back as he had scrabbled away from the other demon who menacingly stalked him.

He felt the cruel hand reach out to viciously hold his chin and the dark wicked eyes regarded him triumphantly.

"You will kiss me Saberion, you will learn your place this eve!" Were the harsh words hissed in the Prince's tearful face.

As the High Priest's other hard moved to tear at the silk vest and that mouth went to cover Sabre's there was a steadily growing light emanating from Sabre's runes and suddenly there was a massive pulse of light which sent the older demon reeling back with a scream of pain. He clutched at his eyes which bled.

"ARRGHH......You Bastard!" He roared blindly groping for Sabre who crouched in shock staring at the flailing man.

Abigor made it to the temple he began to call out for Sabre.  Yelling his name loudly.  He jumped from the horse in a terror.  "SABRE!!!!"  He grabbed one of the demons running from the temple. 

"Tell me where the price is now!"  He demanded but the demon was so far beyond speech.  His eyes shone with a fear that couldn't be matched. 

Abigor threw him to the ground and continued to the doors.  All the while calling for the Prince.  He yanked the door handle but it was locked.  He quickly scanned the outside and spied a window.  He decided that was his best option.  He ran towards the stable to grab rope and a quick so he could try to climb up the side. 

Sabre moved slowly away from the High Priest who blindly groped about himself trying to find his prey, his words coming in pained hisses.

"I will find you....I will make you pay for this Saberion....you and your unnatural powers!"

Sabre quietly edged towards the the door, his heart hammering in his chest, look at what he had done, he had not meant to, he could not control it, the magic had been raw and white hot, burning through his veins and blood.  Was it something to do with the Angelic blood his father had given his mother.

Sabre bit his lip, terrified now that someone would find out what did this and how, he bit hard enough to draw blood. His hand reached for the handle which gave a soft snick and the High Priest's head swung in his direction.

"Make no mistake Saberion...my suffering will be nothing to yours...in time you will pay tenfold when you are lost and alone, spurned by those who professed to love you...outcast from all your hold dear...when you are alone.....then you will pay!"

He was just about to climb up when the door swung open, two demons came running out.  Abigor quickly ran for it and just caught it before it clicked shut again.  He was inside!  "SABRE!"  He kept calling out as he ran down the corridor.  He had no idea which way to go.

He pushed open heavy wooden double doors and saw two more demons cleaning up what looked to be a meal.  He sensed Sabre had been there recently he could feel the Prince's fear.

"Where did he take the Prince?"  He growled out to the two lower demons.  Both just shook their heads.  Abigor approached them and with a low eruption, something close to a howl he repeated his question and added, "don't make me ask again.  If I must one of your heads will be removed with my bare hands."   They both stuttered and pointed in the direction he should go but told him they weren't sure which room.

He didn't wait.  Abigor headed in the direction as instructed his fear churning his stomach.

Sabre slipped from the room, his stomach churning, he looked a sight indeed with the red silk vest torn, the bruises on his pale skin, half healed cuts and a new bruise speckling his fine cheek bone. he needed to get out of this terrible place....could he even go home? Would his father make him come back?

What the High Priest had cursed him with had scared him...being made to pay....being alone....outcast from those he loved. How could he ever survive without Abigor, Kora, Uric, Zenethor and his beloved Nana Ana?

He heard a voice up ahead....a familiar voice.....no...surely not.

"Abigor!" He cried out.

"SABRE!!!"  It was a scream of panic and relief as he heard his voice.  He ran in the direction it came from calling him over and over.  "Sabre, Sabre...come towards my voice I am here.  We need to get you home!!!"

He flew towards him somehow he wasn't even aware of it he instinctively knew where Sabre was.  An inner connection of sorts.  He felt Sabre, and so he went to him.

When he saw him Abigor's heart lurched he looked like he was exhausted.  Pain filled his heart.  How could they do this to him.  "Sabre he said softly."  He slowed to a walk so as not to crush him in his embrace.  He kissed his face but not his lips.  The top of his head, his cheeks, his nose.  He held him softly and wept.  "I thought I lost you."

Sabre just leaned against Abigor inhaling the familiar scent of him, feeling safe in that embrace.

"This is nothing to how I felt when they bought you back with the wound." He whispered.

"I risked this for you....because I love you....I truly love you Abigor."

He stood back looking like a ragged waif compared to the General's son, beautiful despite his thinner appearance and the cuts and bruises that marred him.

"Take me home 'Gor....I want to go home to Ana, Zenethor, Kora, Ulric....and to be with you."

Behind him he could hear the pained hisses of the High Priest, blinded by his power, perhaps his sight might return one day....perhaps not.

"I am done here 'Gor....my power is beyond their ability to test." He said softly.

Abigor was so relieved he almost missed the meaning of Sabre's statement...almost.  He removed his shirt and placed it over the Prince's shoulders.   "Here put this one.  My horse is right outside let us go."  He kept a protective arm around him as they walked through the corridor and into the corridor.


"I was so frightened I'd lost you.  I-I-I was sure..."  He stuttered and then stopped walking he gently turned Sabre to face him.  "I've never told another I cared for them.  I never lied to any of them, but you Sabre, you...it is different.  I love you...I love you."  He softly touched his face and kissed his forehead.

Sabre's heart almost missed several beats in that moment as he heard Abigor's words.

"You really love me?" He whispered.

"In spite of everything you actually do love me?"

Every fibre of his being soared in that moment and he wanted nothing more than to have Abigor kiss him and take him to the nearest bed.  He knew it was wrong but he wanted it so much...but he was the Prince and if such were seen things would go very badly for them both.

"In time we will be able to be together, when eyes do not watch us, and my father does not have say." He said gently.

"For now it will have to be our secret Gor...we cannot be open for so many reasons....and we both know why."

Abigor knew.  There were so many obstacles in their way, father would kill them both probably.  No reason to stir the pot.  It was enough to just know that they cared for one another.  It was enough for now.

"I know Prince, I know.  I will wait as long as it takes.  You will be the only one I will ever love.  It matters not whom I am forced to breed with, you hold my love."  He trailed his finger along his jaw then let his had fall away.  As the prince said, too many eyes.


He guided him to his horse and helped Sabre up.  Just touching him made his heart throb and fire burn hotly.  "I'll sit behind you Prince."  His voice was husky as he quickly mounted the stallion.  He wrapped on arm around Sabre's waist  and motioned the horse forward.  Sabre's scent surrounded him.  He made a low rumbeling growl of desire.

Abigor's closeness was almost too much to bear as they rode back towards the castle, the nearness of his body as they rode.  Sabre suddenly felt very tired and drowsy and he rested against Abigor, finally able to rest without fear.

"I am tired Gor....and I hurt." He said in a whisper.

"I want to go home....to my room....to see Ana." He murmured.

His eyes felt heavy as the rhythm of the horse slowly lulled him to sleep, he felt so safe in Abigor's arms.

He fell asleep.  It made his heart swell with emotions so foreign to him.  He gently held him to his body letting the Prince sleep.  It was clear he was physically and mentally exhausted.

The horse made its way back to the castle.  At a much slower pace as the need for urgency gone he let the horse clop back.  He just kept his arm securely around his Prince, his friend, his love.  His lips brushed the top or the crown of his head.  It was an innocent touch as he sighed.  He truly thought he lost Sabre.  That was something he couldn't live with. 

When they arrived in the courtyard he dismounted and gently pulled Sabre with him.  Abigor allowed no one to touch them.  This was his job and his duty and he would see it to the end.  The large demon carried the Prince to his chambers and Ana opened the door.  Nothing was said between them.  Nothing needed to be said. 

He placed the Prince on the waiting bed and turned to leave as Ana went to the Prince's side to tend to him.  Before he could actually leave she touched his wrist.  She said nothing but her eyes spoke volumes.  Abigor nodded his on eyes heavy.

He left the chambers and after closing the door leaned against it and let the anguish he had felt release from his body.

Sabre woke up, he did not know how long he had been asleep, but he slowly sat up and realised he as in his own bed in his own room.  Was it just another wicked illusion created by the Priests for him to diminish?

Abigor....where was Abigor!

His wounds had been tended and he was dressed in a soft nightshirt, his body had been cleaned up and in a corner of the room where the fire burned in the heart sat Ana with a book.

"Nana." He said softly, his voice was somewhat hoarse and his whole frame just ached and felt sore.

"Am I really home Nana? My father is not going to send me back is he?"

The King had visited when he found out Sabre was at home, he had received word from the Priests that he had run away aided by General Abrion's son.  When he saw the sleeping form of his son, battered and bruised he felt an overwhelming surge of guilt.  He had touched the moonlight hair and turned to Ana.

"He will not go back."

Sabre was hungry and thirsty and he needed to eat, he looked to Ana.

"Ana can I have something to eat please." He asked tentatively almost worried that still was not real and any moment the illusion would melt away.

He was desperate for a bath too, he wanted to wash away the memories of the Temple as if it were merely dirt, but not of Abigor coming to save him, that is a memory that would last forever, his handsome and heroic Gor riding to the rescue.

"Father is not going to let the physician come in here is he?" He asked his voice tremoring a little, the only thing he hated more than the priests was the physician.

Ana smiled softly and she immediately summoned a light soup and some thick crusty bread.  She didn't want him over doing it and getting ill.  She had his warm cider drink for him brought as well.

"Come Prince.  Something light but filling to help you regain your strength."  She fussed over the setting before going to the bed to help him out, that was her purpose.  The Prince and it pleased her for she loved him like a son.

"I have a surprise for you Prince."  The nursemaid winked. 

The question as to his father made her eyes close.  "I will speak with Master Zenethor.  I do not want anyone disturbing you, so no the physician will NOT be allowed to tend you for a good while!"  She said it with some vigor.  Ana was still angry with the King.  She knew he would need to be tested after the incident but it did not have to be like that.

There was a soft knock at the door.

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Abigor was nervous.  Ana had requested him at Prince Sabre's room but he feared seeing Sabre.  What if he had just been scared and didn't mean what he said?  No, no....stop doubting it!  But he was nervous.  For the first time it mattered to him that he be desired by another and that other being Prince Sabre.

He brushed his long dark hair and dressed in the appropriate attire. 

Abigor didn't know when or how it happened he only knew it did.  He loved the Prince.  But theirs would not be well received, like Kora and Ulric they would be forced to love from a distance.  He didn't care.  All that mattered is that they both knew how they felt.  It had his heart pumping.

He arrived at the Princes door and knocked.

Sabre sat bundled up by the fire in a comfortable armchair, he had finished the soup and bread and now sipped the warmed cider.  There was a knock at the door and immediately he tensed but calmed as the handsome frame of Abigor filled the doorway.

"Lord Abigor." He smiled, he used the formal title not wanting to raise any suspicions.

"It pleases me greatly to see you again and I want to thank you for aiding me." He lowered his eyes and smiled.

"I trust you are recovered from your wound now?" Sabre asked softly gesturing to the chair opposite him.

He looked to Ana.

"Please Ana could you fetch Lord Abigor a drink of his pleasing." He asked the demoness very politely.

He was momentarily lost in the beauty of the Prince.  His smile spoke of so many things, much more than should be exposed.  But luckily the handmaiden was not watching the two.

He loved Sabre.  Not just a love for his soon to be King.  But for his lover. Yes he knew without a doubt this was who would always hold his heart.

"I should be thanking you Prince.  Certainly not the other way around."  He sat and his hand just touched his arm, which was covered but the heat was still evident.  "I should be thanking you." 

Ana came with the drink for Lord Abigor she looked at the demon and her eyes expressed how thankful she was for Sabre's return.  Abigor wanted to tell her truly the Prince already had it under control.  But that could wait for now.

"I didn't do anything but give you a ride back.  It was all you who took care of the danger Prince.  You are very powerful."  He looked away afriad he might have been too forward.  Damn when was he going to learn!   

Sabre looked to him through lowered lashes, his dark eyes amused.

"I seem to recall you came racing through the Temple to find me....which is more than just a ride back here." He smiled sweetly.

His lips went to his goblet to take some more of the warm spiced cider.

"Anyone watching might have thought you cared." He teased lightly in Abigor's mind.

"Perhaps the thought of another kissing me spurred you on....he didn't by the way.....kiss me."

He made light of the situation though inside he felt sick, scared still at the thought of what the High Priest planed to do to him.  Sabre was still very innocent in that respect, unlearned though Kora had explained a little to him.  The Priest was right....an innocent Incubus was unheard of....why would such a thing exist...for what purpose.

"Did you want my innocence Gor...all to yourself?" He purred softly in the General's mind.

Abigor actually colored.  "Are you not my responsibility?  It is my duty to keep you safe.  Surely anyone could see I was merely doing my courtly duty."  But his voice gave away a teasing lit and his eyes spoke of emotions so great that words only paled their meaning.

He spoke aloud as his color returned to normal and a wicked grin of mischief took over, "they would have been right on both counts now would they not?"  He arched his eyebrow suggestively.

The banter they were exchanging was enticing.  He loved that they could do this and he was even more drawn to the prince.  He shoved the thoughts of how long they could keep their passion hidden.  For now he was content to just be with him.  The large demon leaned over and brushed his fingers against the princes, it was an innocent gesture but also filled with so much emotion.

For the first time in his life, as Abigor's fingers touched his own, Sabre gave a soft little purr of pleasure.  It almost startled him and he glanced to see if Ana had heard him.

"I wish we were alone." He whispered.

"I want you to kiss me."

The words were no sooner out of his mouth when he flushed a pale pink feeling a little guilty for saying them.  His stomach had tightened and he chewed his lip lowering his eyes a little embarrassed.

He had told Abigor he wanted to be kissed by him....was it wrong?

He inhaled sharply.  He wanted nothing more than to feel those lips on his.  To run his thumb over those plumb rubies.  To draw him into a kiss and slowly part them with his tongue.

He felt the pressure of his desire and shifted in his chair.  His voice husky, "I want nothing more then to kiss you in return.  Touch you and have you touch me in return."  His eyes never left Sabre as his chest rose and fell.

Sabre breath quickened and his eyes almost glowed.

"Really?" He whispered softly.

"You truly want those things with me?"  Despite his apparent beauty and desirability Sabre was still very shy about himself and the way he was perceived by others.

"Please tell me that I will not just be another conquest, another notch on your bedpost." He whispered.

"I could not bear it if this was just a game."

He glanced towards where Ana was busy reading and then back to Abigor.

"If it is permitted perhaps you could take me for a short walk in the gardens tomorrow." He said softly.

"To allow me some fresh air to help my recovery....I am sure you know all the quiet and secret spots in the gardens."

His mind drifted to that night with Karadis, a night he felt so jealous of.

"Maybe I might experience certain things there." He whispered his eyes never leaving the General's son.

Abigor also let his eyes travel to Ana and back to Sabre.  "I would think a walk in the garden would do you some good.  It will build your strength."

He smile mischievous as he looked at the prince.  "I could show you many part of the garden where eyes are not watching.  We can speak of many things and do many things."  He wiggled his eyebrows.

"But maybe I should go now and let you rest?"  He reluctantly removed his hand from the prince.  "Until the morning...." And the last part he just mouthed 'love'.  He got up from the chair and left for the night.

Sabre went back to his room and fell on his bed with a grin on his face, Abigor did love him, his heart pounded and his stomach was tight and he felt giddy.

Tomorrow they would go for a walk and finally he would have his first kiss, one from the man he loved, truly loved.

"Abigor." He whispered the name softly, almost breathless.

"My lover to be."

Abigor smiled as he walked to his chamber.  Who would have thought the prince would be the one to tame him?  No one!  But Sabre held something no body else did. 

The prince was graceful and powerful all mixed together.  He loved his inner strength.  He loved his innocence.  He loved him.  Simply put he loved him.

He went to his bed very happy.  He woke the same way.

The next morning he ate quickly and went through his drills.  He didn't want to miss his walk in the garden.

Later when he was done he went to change and dressed in his favorite color purple he waited by the garden gate for his love. 

Sabre had begged and cajoled Ana to let him go out that morning for a little walk in the garden.  She had insisted on coming but was told by the Prince he was not a baby or an invalid and she had grudgingly let him go.  He was on strict instructions not to over exert himself and to be back by lunch to take some food and rest.

With his heart hammering in his chest he pulled on his black coat to set off his ensemble, dark colours made him look pale and striking.  All the way to the garden all he could think of was Abigor and what they might do, his breeches felt tight and his stomach fluttered in anticipation.

He saw him waiting by the gate and he approached almost breathless and a little shyly.

"Lord Abigor." He purred softly.

The large demon smiled.  "You are looking well Prince Sabre."  Appearances had to be kept here at the entrance. 

"Are you ready for your walk my lord?"

Abigor lead the prince into the garden and went for the maze.  He slowly guided him through the lush walls.  "Tell me do you think you know the maze?  I mean really know all its secrets?" 

With that Abigor tugged on Sabre's sleeve and lifted a vail of ivy to show him another lesser known path.  "Care to take the path less traveled my Prince?"  He arched his eyebrow and slipped under the ivy.

Sabre heart beat fast, faster than he had ever known as he followed Abigor through the trail of Ivy onto a more secret path, one he had truly not known about.  His breath was quickenining with every step he took, it was almost becoming agony the wait, following him, expectant of what might come.

They came to a small enclosure, once a little stone temple covered with tangles of rose and ivy, it was scented, beautiful.  He stopped to rest a moment, his stomach fluttering with nervousness and desire.

"Please....Abigor.....I can wait no longer.....I beg you....kiss me." He whispered.

He enjoyed leading Sabre into the hidden alcove.  His smile for once reached his eyes, and also for once it wasn't about his pleasure it was about Sabre's.  For once he wanted his partner to feel pleasure and love.

"Kiss you?"  he queried and picked up Sabre's hand.  He came in close and at the last moment turned to place his lips on Sabre's hand.  "Like that my Prince."  But his breathing was heavy, giving away he desire for Sabre.  "Or would you rather our lips met?"  With that spoken his lips grazed Sabre's cheek and almost touched his lips.  Abigor knew he was teasing the Prince.  But he couldn't kiss him here.  He wanted to but not here. 

Sabre's Incubus blood was coming to the forefront in this moment, Abigor's teasing was driving him mad.  All he wanted was to feel the General's sons mouth on his, his hands exploring, his dark eyes glittered almost feverishly.

"Please 'Gor!" He begged.

"Do not tease me.....I want to feel....I want to know....I want to feel what Karadis was given so freely and yet me you tease." He implored desperately.

At this moment in time Sabre's body was at Abigor's mercy, he would have done anything the older demon male said.

Abigor let his lips graze the side of Sabre's cheeks going to his ear.  His body was so close but didn't touch.  His left hand caressed the  Princes neck as he whispered, "not here love.  Even the birds have eyes.  Trust me I want to.  You have no idea how badly I do.  If you let your eyes roam down you will see my arousal for you.  It is what you do to me and we don't even touch.  Imagine what happens when we do."  He sighed and let his lips rest against the crown of Sabre's head.

He was sure Sabre could feel his heart pound against his chest.

Sabre moaned softly, his gaze roaming downwards as he had been asked and he saw the extent of Abigor's desire.

"Where then?" He whispered.

"Where could we go in the whole of the Tenth where we will not be seen?"

He did feel that powerful heart beating, matching his own beat for beat, this was torture, these new  budding feelings he had never felt before, only to have them unfulfilled.

"Abigor...Oh Abigor." He groaned, confused, needful.

"Shhhh love...not here.  Inside.  On day we will.  Just know I love you Sabre.  I have never loved before you and I know I will only ever love you."

He came in close and wrapped his hand around Sabre's lower back and intwined into his slivery moonlit hair.  Pulling the Prince against his steel hard body.  "Can you feel what you do to me Prince Sabre?  Feel the power you have?"  His voice raspy...suffused with lust and love.

He was truly unaware of the depth of his allure to the other demon and he pressed close to him with a soft whimper.  His blood felt as if it were on fire, burning through his veins, hot, needful.

"This is torture." He said in a soft whisper.

"Why can't we be like others and do as we please!"

He wanted to give himself over to Abigor.....right here.....was it so wrong?

"I suppose we should return....Ana will be looking for me.....this is so unfair."

"Unfair it is my Prince.  When I want nothing more than to pull you close and feel our hearts beat."

He reluctantly pushed away from the moonlit haired demon.  "Yes, let us get you back.  But Sabre know this my heart is yours.  No matter what they make me do.  Please never forget this.  I am sure I will be forced to marry as will you but don't forget this time here.  When we are parted keep this moment in your heart."

He leaned in and kissed the crown of the prince and slowly lead him out of the ivy ring.

Sabre followed and as predicted found Ana heading towards the garden gate.

He looked up to Abigor.

"I need to work off this angst....what will help?" He whispered as he watched Nana Ana draw closer.

"All I can think of is you......and your desire."

"I know as do I...uh would you?  I mean will you..."  He shook his head and chuckled at himself.  "What I am trying to ask if if you are up for a friendly sword toss?  We could get out our pent up ...err...frustrations?"

He looked sideways at the beautiful demon and lightly touched his arm.

Sabre gave him a grin, amused over the mighty Abigor getting flustered in his words.

"If we can persuade Ana to let me out of her sight again....sure."

He watched as the woman came bustling up to them both, he smiled quite beautifully to her.

"Hey Nana Ana.....this walk has done me the world of good and what I need now is some light exercise....can I spar with Abigor...he has promised to take it easy and to make sure I eat and then he will ensure I am escorted right back to my room."

He nudged Abigor.

"Isn't that right Lord Abigor.....you promised to look after me."

Sabre waited for Abigor to affirm what he had said, his heart beating in anticipation hoping Ana would allow him this freedom.  The last thing he wanted was to be ushered back to his room and put back to rest like a baby.

"Lord Abigor." He prompted.

"You keep Ana waiting with your reply.....is the responsibility too much for you after all?"

Perhaps Abigor had changed his mind and did not want this after all.

Abigor actually colored!  He had been at a loss for words, speechless if you will! 

"No, no...sorry Ana, I was making sure I did everything Master Zenethor left for me.  I will be full responsible and ensure he is not over taxed.  May he please escort me to the gallery?"

He couldn't believe how much Sabre affected him.  He was embarrassed to be so off balance and yet at the same time it felt wonderful.

Ana knew what was up, she had suspected this was more than just a passing fling and while she hated to encourage something his father would frown on she didn't have it in her to say no to him.  Not after all he suffered at the hands of the priest.

"Go, but I warn you Abigor.  Bring him back before he is exhausted!"  She gave Abgior a stern glare just for effect.

The large demons purple eyes blazed as he absently took  Sabre's hand and led him towards the gallery.

Sabre looked back to Ana as he was led away and he smiled before turning back to Abigor.

"So.....a bit of swordplay....are you sure you are up to it?" He teased.

"You seem so.....distracted Lord Abigor."

He felt like he was in a dream himself, especially the moment Abigor's arm had circled his waist and pulled him close to his body.  Sabre felt as if he might pass out from the flood of new feelings inside him.....new and exciting feelings.

"I hope you do over tax me!" He whispered.

They reached the gallery which was empty and Sabre grinned as he went to fetch his Katana from the stand and then stripped of his shirt revealing the runes across his chest and down his sides, the markings only making him look more beautiful and like an exotic perfect beast.  His silvery white hair spilled down past his shoulders, as bright as the moon, almost glowing.  His dark eyes regarding his opponent with amusement, desire and need.

"So Lord Abigor.....are you going to teach me a lesson today?" He purred softly, low that only they could hear.

"Are you going to punish me like Master Zenethor does if I don't do well." He teased.

"Perhaps you may do poorly and I will with hold that kiss I know you want so badly."

Abigor chuckled.  "Maybe I will allow you to win today just so you get to whip me!"  He said in return with a lecherous drawl. 

He pulled his sword and turned to see the bare chested demon.  His breath caught as his runes softly glowed, almost a pale soft light but maybe it was just the candles.  He removed his shirt in turn.  Though no runes Abigor had his branding and a few tattoos of his family crest. A few scars as well.  He wore them all proudly.

"We will train Sabre, make no mistake in the gallery we will always duel, makes no mind how powerful you are, in here you are the student."  His voice like that of an authoritarian.   "Now show me your drill!  You know it now strike me Sabre!  Do it now."

He knew Sabre was powerful and would knock him back, but it is what ignited his desire for the half Incubus, it fueled his lust for Sabre and he loved it when the prince let his rage go wild.  It was a heady thing and he was instigating him.  Baiting him to lose some control.

Sabre's eyes shine with a dark light and he swung the Katana lightly and then sprung with a roar like a huge cat towards Abigor.  He moved quickly and with skill as he pressed the older demon back.

"You think me a student! I learn fast in all things.....I just do not necessarily show the skill I possess." He hissed softly.

The katana swung over his wrist and back to his fighting position, he was showing off a bit, wanting Abigor to admire him.

Purple eyes blazed!  His breathing elevated and not from the sword play.

"Oh but you are just a mere student....so much about the thrust you do not know."  Abigor teased Sabre.  His words clearly innocent but underlined with another meaning his wicked and lustful smile hiding nothing of his true thoughts.

He tuned and came forward so close to the prince his body heat could be felt.   His thumb and forefinger stroked the shiny blade as he held Sabre's graze.  "Such stiffness yet so silky smooth."   Again teasing the Prince with his double meaning.

Sabre, innocent though he was, soon cottoned on to Abigor's meanings.

He smiled quite darkly.

"So you are Master of the Thrust then......so I hear.....many have learned it under your....tuition."

He cast a glance up and down his shining blade and lowered his eyes almost shyly but for the underlying glow of amusement in them.

"Yes...my blade is so silky smooth, unmarked by the lessons of war....of thrust....perhaps one day that might be remedied." He purred softly.

"I would like to be your student Lord Abigor.....if you could find time for me between all your other pupils." He teased.

The innuendo and the closeness were driving the young Prince mad, he had never felt so many feelings, strange new feelings before.  He wanted to be Abigor's, shed his clothes, do anything Abigor commanded of him.  It was the Incubus blood overriding any common sense the Prince may have had.

"Have me." He whispered softly as they came close together in the spar again.

"You know you want to."

Nothing happened and Sabre pouted slightly, such a pretty yet foreign look on his handsome face.

"Are you teasing me?" He said lowly.

"Is that all this will be?"

He broke away and spun his sword and took up a better fighting stance.

"Very well Lord Abigor.....fighting it is.....then I should go back to my room, be tucked up to rest and treated like the child everyone wants to treat me like!"

A soft growl erupted from his chest.  "You tease like one who has been doing it for years, yet I know you are untouched as of yet."

He chuckled as the handsome demon pouted.  "Do you think I treat you like a child?  Do you?"  His eyes darkened and he bounded in front of Sabre.  Dropping his sword he warrped his arm around the prince and touched his body to Sabre's.  Not able to hide his desire.  "Does this feel like I think you are a child?  Do not ask me to tuck you in bed prince because when I do I am joining you and taking what pleasure your body has to give me."

He came in close but turned at the last minute to graze his creek and down his jaw with his soft lips.

Sabre's breath quickened at his closeness and moaned softly as those lips caressed his jaw and cheek.

"You have the gall to call me a tease." He whispered.

"I would say you have it down to a fine art form."

He moulded himself against Abigor and nipped his bare shoulder before pulling back and raising his blade defensively once more.

"I actually thought you were going to teach me about thrust." He purred.

"Not small jabs!"

Before they could get any further, a guard came into the room and interrupted them.

"Prince Saberion...your father requires your presence in his chambers." He said bowing his head respectfully to the pair and then leaving.

Sabre's face paled being summoned by his father was not a good thing, it was never pleasant.  He had obviously sent the Guard to his rooms first expecting him to be there, undoubtedly Ana would have covered for him.

"I have to go Gor." He said in a low shaky voice, fear was evident in him.

What could his father possibly want? Then it dawned on him and he felt sick inside.

Father was going to have him tested after what happened at the Temple.

His dark eyes swung to Abigor.

"He is going to have my purity tested....he wants to see if I have been defiled."

He did not dally, it never boded well to keep his father waiting once he had been summoned.  He walked up the corridors past the guards into the North Wing and knocked on the door to the King's private rooms.  Sabre's stomach was turning over, what if someone had given him away with regards to Abigor?

"Enter." Came the sharp voice of Jaris and his son stepped opened the door and stepped into the ante chamber to find exactly what he had surmised, his father speaking with the physician, he turned on seeing his son.

"Sabre good....I had expected you to be resting after your ordeal but Ana said fresh air and exercise were better, I suppose she knows best when it comes to the raising of children." He said softly.

Sabre felt words stick in his throat unable to speak so he mutely nodded, the king looked from his son to the physician.

"You know what has to be done Saberion, especially after what news reached me about how you  fared in the Temple.....what was attempted."

The physician stepped forward, a cool smile on his narrow face.

"Come my Prince...it is nothing that you have not experienced before.....no need to be afraid.....is there." He oozed softly.

"Take off your clothes Sabre.....the more quickly you comply the quicker this will be over." The King said coming to stand by his son's side.

Sabre looked imploringly to the King.

"Father....nothing happened....I did not let anyone violate me....I swear.....please.....don't make me do this."

The king stared down stonily at him, his face set, there would be no relent.

"It is for your own good Saberion, I can not have my son used by lower demons....you are to remain pure....it has to be so!" He said sharply.

"Now undress!"

Sabre closed his eyes and unbuttoned his shirt and removed it laying it on a chair, then his boots and breeches and undergarments until he was shivering and naked before them.  The physician gestured to the large table in the centre of the room.

"This will have to suffice as we are not in my rooms....lay on the table Prince Sabre...bend your knees and part them for me please."

With tears in his eyes Sabre sat up on the table and then laid back staring at the ceiling his legs parted as ordered.....now came the humiliation....the touching....the instruments....the shame of telling the truth to them and not being believed and having to do this.  He felt the first instrument touched to his manhood and the chanting of the spell to attest purity, the horrible crawling sensation through his skin.  There was a bright flare of white light and the physician stepped back.

"He is pure with regards to using someone....such has not happened my king." Came the snide voice who seemed to be enjoying this a little too much.

The next was worst, an instrument pushed slightly between his buttocks and the same spell, this time the pain was worse, the crawling sensation more like a dagger.

"He is pure my lord....none have used him here."

Sabre felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he laid there, waiting for the inevitable order to clothe himself which came in short measure.

"I told you the truth." He said in a soft whisper as he sat up and slid from the table and reached for his clothes.

The king dismissed the Physician in short order and turned his back as his son dressed.

"You know it has to be done boy.....stop your tears!" He said gruffly, not wanting to look Sabre in the eyes whilst he cried. 

He knew what he made Sabre endure was humiliating and painful, but the boy must not lose his innocence....he must not end up slave to that Warp Hag and her plots and plans.  He knew he was hard on Sabre, he was an incubus and to be as he was went against the very nature of what he was.  Most young men his age had lost their innocence in the Tenth, done what normal young demons did, experimented, knew pleasures of the flesh....but this could not be so for Sabre.

"Go back to your room and cry in Ana's arms and be soothed, be glad I do not punish you for acting less than the Prince you are!" he snapped.

When Sabre left the room Jaris turned and listened as the footsteps fled down the hall, he gave a soft sigh.

"I am sorry my son......truly I am." He whispered.

Sabre ran into his wing and pushed open the door and ran into his room, past Ana and into his bedroom.  He slammed the door closed and fell upon his bed sobbing.

How could his father do this to him....he had told the truth, he had not lied.

"Why do I have to be me....why can't I be normal!" He sobbed.

Abigor knew Sabre had to go, there was no stopping his father.  But he hated it!  Hated that he was put through such testing.  He was demon, it was to go against the very nature of who they were.

He slowly made his way out of the room but embraced Ana before leaving. 

He made his way to the training grounds, polishing the armor for him was oddly soothing.  He went to work and lost himself in the monotonous rhythm of the brush over leather.  His hand holding the cold metal or the supple leather.  His mind on Sabre.  It seemed they had a connection.  Something his father could not break.  He could feel the fear and pain and he just brushed harder.
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Ana was waiting for her boy.  She had his favorite drink read and waiting.

Sabre sobbed into his pillow, he had rushed past Ana to come to the safety of his room, he felt dirty and in pain from what the physician had done to him.  He could still feel his hands and the instruments, touching his manhood, being forced into his rear, the chanting, the cruel smile on the physician's face as he fed off his fear and pain.

How none of this affected his innocence he did not know....perhaps it had to be the act of lust and sin that accompanied it for the innocence to be lost. At the moment he felt as such things would never be in his grasp, knowing the pleasure of a lover, that moment as they both reached the pinnacle of their love or lust, the dance before the act of kissing and touching.

He felt so very low, especially after the deep happiness and desire he had felt a scant hour earlier with Abigor.  How could something so right...so special be diminished so quickly by one act of foul cruelty.

How could he face Abigor after this...knowing how close they had been to kissing and touching.  Abigor would know what the physician had done, no demons in the Tenth had to undergo such things except him.  Father had found a special physician that could undertake such tasks, when he had been small it had merely been spells and a reward of cake after, as he moved into his seasons the instruments had started.

"Oh Gor....!" He sobbed into the pillow.

"How can we ever be together and do what we want to do!"

Ana just let Sabre run to his room.  She wanted to go to him but knew he needed some time.  She willed his drink to go by the bedside should he need it then he'd have it.  For now she sat in her chair outside his room, no one would disturb the Prince.

Abigor practically brushed the bronze finish off some of the armor.  The other soldiers left him alone they couldn't get a read on the would be general.  He wasn't angry but something was not well.

His purple eyes shimmered in the firelight.  Not many would understand.  He was the one who always avoided getting attached, never let another demon or demoness affect him, but known of them were Sabre.  He wanted to scream out his frustration.  He wanted to hurt his father, his King!  What traitorous thoughts.  He was lost and for the first time in his life confused.  This was so much more than just attraction.  The Prince stirred his very mind. 

Absently he put everything away.  The feelings of pain ebbed but were replaced with a sort of despair.  Was it natural that he felt so much of what the Prince felt or was this his own emotions?  He was at a loss as to who he could speak to about it, fear that anyone would find out just how much he actually cared for the Prince.

He walked to his room it took every fiber of his being not to go to Sabre's but he feared the King's men would be watching and he didn't want to let on more than friendship was happening.  He sighed and thought of how beautiful his eyes were and how much he wished to just sit and talk.  Oddly enough that was satisfying, just being close to him was enough.

Abigor dressed for dinner.  This time he took extra care to look his best.  He was in the dining hall early.  And he began to pace hoping Sabre would come, hoping to see him and be close.

Sabre was not sure how long he had spent on the bed but he heard the long bell toll for the signal to prepare for that night's banquet.  His father was entertaining the Kings of the Third and the Ninth and they were bringing their sons so he would be expected to be in attendance and make polite conversation.

The Prince rose and went to the door to find Ana sat and waiting.

"I am sorry for my behaviour earlier Ana...just rushing past...it was inexcusable....please forgive me." He said in a small voice.

"My father and the nobles are due to dine with the delegations from the Third and the Ninth tonight, I should get ready."

He turned and went back into his room and to the wardrobe to decide what he should wear.  He drew out the midnight black breeches and coat which was embroidered with silver, a soft white silk shirt, his black cloak, emblazoned with the sigil for the Tenth, the Night stallion, and his silver sash.  To finish the ensemble he pulled out his soft knee high black leather boots.

He needed to bathe and Ana was already drawing the bath and scenting it with his favourite scent, musk and amber, a subtle yet manly combination of perfumed oil, specially combined just for him.  He soaked for a while and closed his eyes, the bell would toll again soon and he would be expected to meet his father in the ante chamber to greet their guests.

The King of the Third was named Korsa and his son was name Maltos, The King of the Ninth was named Shaldir and his son was called Nirdor.  Maltos was younger than himself, Nirdor was five years older.  He had met  Prince Nirdor before and did not like him overly, he did not like the way the demon of the Ninth looked at him....hungrily....a little like Abigor at times.  He was tall and dark haired like Abigor but with none of the grace, he was a hulking great brute in Sabre's opinion.

The last thing Sabre wanted to do was entertain and play Prince Perfect to the guests and assembled Lords....not after what had happened today.

When the dinner bell tolled Sabre met his father in the ante chamber, The king noted the pale look to his son's skin and the sadness in his eyes and he took a breath.

"Son...I know today was hard on you....but I do what I do because it is necessary, I need you to do well in this banquet tonight, we are courting alliances with the Third and the Ninth, be as charming as I know you can be....the armies of the Third and the Ninth would be valuable assets."

Sabre said nothing, but merely gave a brief nod of his head, the door opened onto the large candlelit dining room and he plastered a gracious smile on his face and walked down the length of the table to take his place which had been unfortunately placed next to Prince Nirdor.  His eyes looked up the table and he caught sight of Abigor and gave him the briefest of smiles.

His father began his speech and Sabre sat quietly trying to ignore the burning eyes of Nirdor boring into him.  When his father was done and the first course was being served Prince Nirdor spoke to him.

"Prince Saberion....you have grown to look more like your mother, she truly was a beauty and I think perhaps you have surpassed her."

Sabre picked up his spoon for the light spiced soup and smiled graciously.

"Thank you for your compliment Prince Nirdor."

A look of brief irritation crossed the visiting Prince's features at the polite retort.  His hand slid to rest on Sabre's upper thigh beneath the table.

"I see you are still icily frigid as well!" He hissed softly as he felt Sabre's muscles stiffen at the touch.

Sabre knew he could not cause a scene at the table, not at this meeting which his father had said was so important.

"Remove your hand." He said through gritted teeth, yet maintained his calm composure.

Nirdor did so with a chuckle.

"You know what you need Saberion?" He purred softly for only the Prince to hear.

Sabre did not answer, but Nirdor furnished him with a reply anyway.

"A few hours beneath me, and I will have you cooing like any good incubus should....perhaps I might even cast a potency spell and spend all night at it!"

Sabre's face flushed with anger and embarrassment, he pushed back his chair and rose.  He could feel it, like at the Temple, that rise of heat and power burning through his veins.

"Father, please excuse me for a moment...." He said politely and headed towards the door without waiting for his father's answer.

Nirdor grinned and rose too.

"Let me check on him my Lord.....he seems pale....such a delicate thing he is, so like his mother!"

As Sabre swept from the room he spoke in Abigor's mind.

"Help me....please love.....the Flare.....like at the Temple....I cannot harm a Prince of another Ring....it would mean war!"

Sabre had walked down the cool dimly lit corridor in a hope to calm his power and his blood, his skin still crawled at Nirdor's touch and the suggestion he had about how they might spend the night.  He finally came to a stop and leaned against the cool stone wall and closed his eyes, he would be lying if he said he did not want it....just not with the Prince of the Ninth, only a certain General's son was ever going to know that night of pleasure.

He was just about to collect himself to go back when a larger figure smothered his slight body with their own, Sabre's eyes snapped open to look into the cruel green eyes of Nirdor who was grinning broadly at him.

"Was that sweet little play in there your way of letting me know what you want." He whispered softly into Sabre's ear.

The Prince of the Tenth tried to free himself from Nirdor's mass but he was just not strong enough, in his fear he froze and his breathing quickened.  The Prince of the Ninth took this as a healthy sign of interest and ground his hips against the slighter figure beneath him.  His thumb brushed roughly across Sabre's lips and he licked his own greedily.

"Yes....like any incubus you want it alright!" He hissed.

"Do not worry, it will be our secret between Princes...I wager taking your virginity will be so delicious....I bet you have the most sweetest voice when you coo with pleasure...I wager you will wriggle for me so well!  Such a coup...me being the one to finally deflower the beautiful Prince of the Tenth Ring!"

The silent signal that Sabre sent to Abigor was like a scream of fear.

"ABIGOR...PLEASE HURRY.......PLEASE......HE IS GOING TO FORCE ME!"

Sabre closed his eyes, already he could feel the power rising again in his veins, burning hot, almost painful.  He could feel Nirdor's breath against his skin. the hardness of his body against his own, the apparent desire the other Demon felt for him.

"Please.....don't." He said softly.

"I don't want to hurt you Prince Nirdor."

Nirdor grinned.

"A pretty little thing like you is not going to hurt me Sabre....you are just a slut like all Incubi, the rumours are spread of your innocence but no Incubus can be that innocent...what secrets are being hidden hmmmm....I wager you are hot and give out.....how many?  How many have sampled you?"

Tears started to fill Sabre's dark eyes as he opened them.

"None....the rumours are true.....please just leave me alone....please."

Where was Abigor...why had he not come to save him, why would he allow a war to start in this very corridor?

It was not Abigor that come to his rescue but another, Master Zenethor came briskly along the corridor and called out.

"Prince Saberion!"

Nirdor backed away from Sabre quickly, his face was angry, disappointed that he had been interrupted, it was he that called out.

"He is here Master Zenethor, He was almost passed out, I was not quite sure where to take him."

Zenethor came quickly and found Sabre resting against the wall, the young Daemon was paler than his moonlight hair and his breathing quick as if afraid.

"Thank you Prince Nirdor....your father is expecting you back at the table....Saberion your father has given you leave to go to your chambers, he too felt you looked pale and not yourself."

Nirdor was already striding angrily down the corridor and Sabre almost fell against Zenethor.

"Your timing was opportune Master Zenethor." Sabre said quietly, righting himself and standing tall.

"Prince Nirdor is most ardent in his affection...it was not wanted or reciprocated, But he is bigger and stronger than me and I dared not used magic.  My father wants the Third and the Ninth as allies....though I would not suffer being raped to get him that!"

Zenethor laid a hand on Sabre's cheek.

"I will escort you to Ana...you are truly an enigma Saberion....too beautiful for your own good I think, many look at you as Nirdor does...you are an Incubus....but you are not allowed to be such, your father is wrong in this perhaps....keeping you innocent....it is not our way!"

He turned and started to walk towards Sabre's wing and the young Prince fell in alongside him.

"Its not my fault I favoured my mother!" He said sharply.

Zenethor shook his head letting the tone pass over him for now.

"You are a temptation to many....but you know this...but what worries me is the temptation you pose to one in particular.  You fit Abigor's tastes in a partner a little too well, and he is sorely tempted by you.  Do not flirt and play with him my Prince....you might find yourself like you were this eve and no one there to save your virtue!"

They reached Sabre's bedroom door and Sabre was silent, his eyes downcast, did Zenethor see him so clearly, did he know what they wanted from each other...him and Abigor.

Zenethor placed two fingers under Sabre's chin and tilted his face up to look at him.

"I know how much you want to be normal, to enjoy what all others your age do, you are young you want to experiment, to try....to enjoy....to be caught up in the ecstasy of a moment...with him....but you cannot.  I know it is hard Saberion...but Abigor is not for you!"

Sabre stalked into his room, not even speaking to Ana to bid her goodnight, he slammed his door and sat on the edge of his bed letting out a long sigh.  Tonight had been a close shave and had it not been for Zenethor coming to his rescue then a war might have started.  Who knows what his power may have done to Nirdor!

Abigor had not come to save him though...his Abigor, powerful, handsome....he gladly would have given Abigor what Nirdor wanted...his virginity, his love and anything the General's son demanded.  he took a breath and then another, he had to stop thinking in this way...Zenethor had made it clear...Abigor and himself were not going to happen...not now...not ever.

When he woke the next morning he felt alone and angry still, by the gods he wanted to be with Abigor and he was not allowed.  Why was it always him that had to pay the price somehow.  Today he decided...be damned with it...he was going to get that kiss from Abigor no matter what it cost him.

He dressed most perfectly in black and silver, his hair was like shimmering silver, his skin flawless perfection, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

"What is there not to desire." He said softly to himself.

"I will have you kiss me today Master Abigor even if I have to throw myself at you!"

Sabre found himself eventually in the garden where he sat on a bench and closed his eyes relishing the warmth of the morning sun. It made his hair shine like spun silver moonlight and he could almost imagine it glowing softly.  He could feel Abigor in a way he had never done so before and oh how he wanted him, needed him.

He wished the General's son would lead him back into the maze, back to that small secret place with its tangled roses and small temple.  He daydreamed as he sat there of being thrown back against the crumbling stone alter and being ravished by Abigor's strength.  His heart had started to race and his breathing quicken as his mind wandered over the erotic daydream.  He could not help but let out a soft moan, luckily no-one was about to hear it.

If only it were true....this fantasy...except it was not.....not so much as even a kiss.

How to remedy that?

He would drive Abigor to the point he would not be able to help himself.