Chapter 175: Family (II)
"Yes, young mistress." Tart got up and bowed. He then glared at Phil, baring his canine teeth.
Phil didn't take much notice of it and turned his back. Both Phil and I left the forest and headed back into the village. We made our way through a handful of trees, turning and swerving into different areas, where I was starting to lose track of where we were going. A few times, we jumped over cliffs and even scaled a few trees.
I was getting tired fast. I wasn't the type to be going on such strenuous activities when flight was my main thing.
We finally arrived at a small hut, hidden deeply in the woods. I wasn't able to find it if it wasn't for Phil pointing at it. Phil knocked on the door a few times, then opened it up.
A loud creak could be heard, pushing the door aside.
"Hello?" Phil called out.
We stepped into the darkroom that squeaked every time we walked on top of the creaky wooden floor. It was annoying as it announced our entrance, and I didn't like how dark this hut was. Was this hut small? I think so for the outside, but who knows what kind of magical contraptions have been installed.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't half-blood." A heavy chuckle followed by a cough could be heard in the darkness. A yellow glow of eyes could be seen, staring back at them. "I'm honored to see that the bloodline is still alive."
Phil grimaced. He had his hand on his sword on his hips, ready to be pulled out any minute for battle.
"It is an honor to be in the presence of a Demon Lord. My name is Horan."
"I am no Demon Lord." Phil retorted back.
Horan laughed. "But you are." He said confidently.
I was shocked to hear that Horan knew what Phil could become. It was something I was trying to keep him away from the moment that I met him. My death flag was reeling its ugly head right in front of me, and I wanted to shut Horan up.
Magic was flowing in my hand, ready to shut him up if I needed to.
Horan snapped his attention at me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You will want to hear this if you want to save yourself as well."
I stopped. How did Horan know?
The magic in my hand started to flicker away, wondering what he had to say.
Horan cleared his throat. He stepped out from the darkness.
I couldn't help but gulp in surprise.
A huge black werewolf stepped out from the darkness. His gleaming coat gave him a glistening glitter that told me that he had a luscious coat. His muscle bulked, showing off his physical features that show off his strength.
"A werewolf?!" I gasped. I haven't heard of such creatures but the legends in a book. "I thought your kind were extinct from the last bloody Blood Rose War."
"Extinct?" Horan looked at me, quizzically. "I assure you, our kind is well alive and thriving. The Blood Rose War was just one major loss, but that did not equate to the death of my kind."
"I see….Your kind follows the Demon Lord." I whispered, realizing now how he knew how Phil was a Demon lord.
"Yes. Our kind can tell when a Demon Lord is reborn." Horan kneeled onto the ground, bowing in front of him. "Welcome back, my king."
Phil stood still, unsure what to say. It took him a while for him to realize what kind of predicament he was in. "How does this explain anything?" He was finally able to speak again.
"Everything," Horan spoke, looking up. "The elven council has pushed for your mother's marriage to your father for one reason only, the birth of you and bringing back the old order."
"Wait, I thought my mother was a high priestess and couldn't marry. Because she choose to marry a human she was banned and what do you mean Old order?"
Even I had wondered where the mix up of the story was coming from. Cathay had said that she married and was happy. Horan had said that she only married to have Phil and left because she had a lover. Which was true? Plus she died from a high elf's hand, which we didn't know who.
"Well, that is partially true. SHe was sacrificed and replaced. Because she was a high priestess, she had the highest magic. THe old order was the one who pushed for this marriage with the human. Your mother's line had abundant magical power, while your father's line were direct descendants of the Demon Lord. An ancient order that agreed to bring back the savior that would stop the humans that dared to destroy the balance of this world. Both families agreed to bring in one child, even if they didn't like each other," said Horan. His tail flicked back and forth. "When the council found out that your mother had birthed you and found out that you have the same energy of a Demon Lord, the deal was completed, and she was freed from her obligation. You were brought back to live with your mother's people."
I was enthralled to hear the history behind the Demon Lord's upbringing. To hear that everything was planned to bring back a Demon Lord.
"But your father wasn't having it when your mother left," Horan said with a serious expression. He had fallen in love while your mother didn't. A tragic love story, I must say. When they had split, your father had devolved into the dark arts, tying himself to the humans that mean more harm than blessing. From his jealousy to stop anyone from being her lover or husband, he had killed many."
Horror doused my face. I didn't realize how badly love could turn a person. It was something that I couldn't quite understand fully as how the mind and heart worked.
Phil's expression was stoic and dark. There was a slight glistening of anger doused in his eyes.
"Your mother had enough, and the war between her and her father started. It was a short war, almost unnoticeable if the blows between the two were fast. On the night of the full moon, when your father heard that your mother had a childhood sweetheart, he stormed in and slew her on the spot out of pure jealousy. But, at the same time, your father was killed by one of her devout followers, ending the tragic love story between two people."
I looked at Phil, wondering what was going on in his mind. There were too many questions that I wanted to ask, but those questions went away, unable to speak anything but sadness that washed over me.
Phil was a child of destiny that the eleven council had personally wanted, but not between two parents. He never felt love from his parents, but in exchange, he learned it from his grandmother and grandfather.
"My king," Horan spoke with reverence. "Please come back to your kingdom."
"Kingdom?" Phil gazed at Horan, confused.
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