Ch. 7 The Wedding Ceremony (War of Two Men)

Inside one of the largest rooms of the south palace inside the Black Blood Empire were many powerhouses, along with those who had royalty status among the Kingdoms and Empires. People talked amongst each other as they were here not only for the wedding but to gain more status, or perhaps make deals or new alliances.

And then the doors opened, revealing the most anticipated person they all wanted to see; James Vavenlore, the faraway prince. All could see that he was dressed in a dark purple suit with a white tie. He also had an aura, which only a few could recognize that it was from hell, but put all of them in a fear, for most knew those from hell were more powerful as it took more strength to rise to out of that abyss.

He also, was wearing a black mask, covering his eyes. Smiling, he then uttered the word continue, and they all began again talking while the music played like nothing had happened.

Making his way to King Justine, he was stopped when someone grabbed his hand. Turning towards the person, he recognized it to be Julius Farlily, the main bully who had "killed him" and he faintly smiled.

"Who are you may I ask?" James said, as he was confused why Julius would grab him.

"I, your highness, am Julius Farlily, from one of greatest noble families in the Holy Red Empire; I was also wondering if you are a "great man" why would you steal my promised future wife?"

"Your "future wife"?" James said, surprised.

"Yes." Julius smiled smugly. " She loves me so much she even has a panting of mine in her room. As well as a "wedding bed"that I sent her."

James laughed as the crowd suddenly stopped to listen to the conversation of the mysterious young prince. " While I have made love to her in front of a painting on a bed that was never there. Which I lie, but tell the truth in the same sentence. Of course, I had a twin brother who also lived in the Holy Red Empire, but is not here."

Julius frowned. "My prince, I might know of him! Tell me who he is?"

"James Arcoin."

Julius suddenly froze, as he then stuttered. "James...Ar..Arcoin? As I know, he had died eating Azarkia, a pill that kills mortals and ... all that are not demons."

James smiled. "Well, Julius, me and my twin brother's bloodlines come from a demon. So, if he did eat it and died, then he and I do not have a bloodline of a demon, and therefore I myself am a liar, unless it is you. You did give him a proper burial, right?"

Julius then turned white." Your...your highness we gave him a proper burial in one of the finest coffins in the Holy Red Empire."

"Of course. I do say that you were good friends with my brother, correct?"

"Yes, yes, good, good friends with your brother, your majesty." Julius said as he nodded his head up and down.

"Then before Everyone here as our witnesses, may I asked the good friend of my own brother to bring his coffin to my Kingdom, as I can not find a no greater man than his own best friend to bring it? Of course, only you are allowed to touch my brother's coffin as we do not want any mixed bloods to touch it, of course?"

"Yes, your highness, I will bring it to your kingdom with my own hands." Julius declared, considering himself to be a greater man than all the other lord's sons.

"Great." James smiled as he then left Julius standing, basking in glory.

"If, I may, your highness, what land are you from?" A voice echoed around the room. This, was Lord Partth, one of the great powerhouses of Empires, or known as the great Demon.

James smiled. "Of course, I need to tell my brother's friend were I come from!" He said as he turned, facing Julius. " Past the ruins of Egurius." He said, making everyone except himself shiver.

Egurius;the famed city of the three races before the century long war, was known by everyone both small and big for its rich and frightful history. It was both the peak and disgrace of the world at the same time.

Dragons, the most mighty and powerful creatures in the world, had lived there. Of course, all that was built must come down, but none had known of the three races the downfall that was to come.The war of nobility.

He then turned and walked away with no more interruptions, sat and then drank from his cup.