Chapter 42: THE DISASTROUS MEETING (2)
Another demon with dark hair turned to the first demon, "This is not the time or the place, Morvath." He was clearly chastising, the first demon, "We welcome you to the demon realm Your Highness. I hope you find it to your liking."
Arella squinted her eyes so slightly. The demon looked familiar, but she could not place a finger on where she had seen him before, "Thank you. You may all continue as if I am not here." She waved a hand.
"I think it important for us to introduce ourselves before we go on," the second demon spoke once more, "If you will allow us, your majesty," he bowed his head to King Varziel.
"As you wish." King Varziel took the seat next to Arella. His scent was even stronger now, making Arella dizzy.
The second demon rose from his seat, and placed a gauntleted hand over his chest. His long dark hair had been tied in a ponytail at the top of his head. He gave a bow, "I am General Kaelzarin, Your Highness. I command the Vanguard. My forces guard the borders of our kingdom from monsters who threaten the lives of the demon folk." His eyes were a deep oceanic blue which were a bright contrast with his dark hair. A tail swished gently behind him. It was thick, more like a lizard’s tail. It was then that Arella realized where she had seen him. He was the demon that had handed King Varziel his rings at the wedding.
The first demon, who had a frown etched onto his face, spoke up next, "General Morvath," His bow was as lazy as his demeanor, "I lead the Shadow Legion." His dark brown hair was short, cropped close to his head. His golden eyes studied Arella as he raised back up from his bow, "We specialize in covert operations. There is nothing in this realm that we are not aware of."
"Except the deaths of the demons in the South." A female voice coughed out.
Arella found herself snickering.
"We are getting to the bottom of that." General Morvath rolled his golden eyes.