Prince Demasjyt rode his immense black stallion through the gates of Dakat under the night sky. They were clad alike in mail and cloaked in sable emblazoned with the baleful insignia of the crimson eye. With him rode twelve dark knights.
Silver horns sounded a crisp salute as Demasjyt crossed the threshold into the city he claimed as his own.
As the Prince swept down from his horse with a feral grace, he removed a glittering helm cast in the likeness of a tormented soul. His features were a blighted beauty, a close trimmed beard surrounded a sensouous pair of lips. Surmounted by a sharp nose and dark eyes under a stormy brow. The kind of face court ladies dreamt of.
Lord Eriall approached and threw himself upon the ground. Akwardly, for he was somewhat advanced in years. But despite his age, his devotion to Arakat was unchallenged in Dakat.
“Hail my King!” Shouted Eriall.
“I am not yet duly vested,” growled Demasjyt, looming over the chamberlain.
“In due time, great Prince,” retreated Eriall. “Thy brother proved troublesome but affairs have been put in order.”
“The Mouth of our Lord Arakat has informed me spies were about. The eye of our God has penetrated the shrouds cast by the western deceivers and made all clear to me in audience before my departure hence. Tell me, was the traitor caught? Had be fallen into apostasy?”
“So it is feared, my Prince.” Your brother has disappeared but one of his fellow plotters was caught. An outlander. We loosened his tongue with the instruments and he sang an elven song, my Prince.”
“I suppose I ought to feel flattered the degenerate minds of the rebel gods' favorites have set their attention upon my realm, Lord Eriall.” purred Demasjyt, stroking the black horse's mane. “You shall soon bring them before me once I am duly vested before the people.” Though it seemed to be a question at first, it was clear that Demasjyt was making an irrevocable command.
Eriall kissed the hem of the Prince's black robes and even his iron shod feet and scurried off toward the palace as servants emerged to usher him and his small cohort into the palace.
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