The Tenth Ring - The Demon Plane (A Prince's Past)

[Jelenis Tythe]

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.

[Parkway]

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.

[Jelenis Tythe]

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!"

[Parkway]

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.

[Jelenis Tythe]

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.

[Jelenis Tythe]

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!"

[Jelenis Tythe]

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!"

[Jelenis Tythe]

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?

[Jelenis Tythe]

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!"

[Jelenis Tythe]

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.

[Jelenis Tythe]

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!"

[Jelenis Tythe]

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.