There is some blood in this chapter

Arryn Venro took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he leaned against the wall in his darkened cell. He shook his head and thought about his friends who must think he was dead by now. Even his friends in the Clover Kingdom think he is dead...or at least that is what he assumed. He was captured on the battlefiled and given to an insane mage who thinks that experimenting on trying to destroy a grimoire to see how it'll affect the owner is a fun thing to do on a Friday night. He chuckled realizing that he called the Clover Kingdom warriors his friends. He could almost hear the Ice Queen saying 'being friends with an outsider? Please. I am one of the top warriors and a noble of the Clover Kingdom. Why will consider you a friend?'

It was strange that her brother was the opposite and he would have said something around the lines of, 'Now your realize we are friends? Of course, we are friends and you should be honored that I have bestowed you with this gift.' He shook his head, those Silva siblings where insane but he was honored to fight alongside them and of course the other warriors of that kingdom. Yet, above all else, he was honored to have fought with his people, the people of the Heart Kingdom. He just wished he could see his prince take his throne and see him get his goal. He also wished that he will be would have been able to keep his vow, 'to protecting his home and protecting his friends.' Yet, after he did add to see the goals of his friends met to be there when they achieve them. However, that vow was going to be broken since he was going to die here. Die as some sick mage's experiment.

Arryn gritted his teeth and clenched his bloodied hand. He could not access his magic in these dark cells not even the bit of elven magic he had, yet even if he could access that magic he would not be able to control it. He unclenched his hand and sighed looking up at the gray ceiling. He looked to the door though as the mage who was conducting these experiments stepped in. "So. How are we doing today?" The mage asked.

"Well, I could use the cell to be a bit warmer but other than that I am just peachy," Arryn replied.

The mage gave a humorless chuckle and said, "Well. I do have some news for you. I think I have learned all I could from you and since you can not control that elven magic you have you are more or less useless now. However, do not worry your friends will join you in death after we take over your kingdom and I look more into your elven kind."

Arryn narrowed his light blue eyes at him and moved forward but the chains on locked on his writs kept him from moving so far from the wall. What happened was he moved forward but ended up falling hard on the ground. He grunted and looked up at the mage with hatred in his eyes. "You will not harm them!" He said.

"There is not much you can do about it, you are half dead anyway. I am surprised you are still functioning after all that I have done." The mage said. "I wonder if that is your elven blood or your magic."

"It's my will to live," Arryn said. "Those are my friends and my kingdom you are threatening. I will defend them all till my very last breath is drawn."

"How noble of you, however, I must be going." The mage said as he drew out a dagger and walked over to Arryn and kicked him in the side. Arryn groaned in pain as he was moved to his back. He gasped as the breath was forced out of him as he was stabbed right in the chest with the dagger. He moved his head back in pain and his vision began to fade as he saw the mage walked out. So this was the end for him...he was going to die without being able to protect his friends or his kingdom. The worst part was he could not even warn them that was hurting more than the knife in his chest. He could tell he was going to die in moments but still, he wanted to protect his home and his friends. He gritted his teeth and coughed up some blood that he felt in his throat.

'I can't die here...' He thought to himself as felt himself start to fade into darkness. 'I can't!'

"You are mortal. You will die at some point human...or rather halfling." A dark voice spoke in his head. In his mind, he saw a strange figure floating there. "However, your death does not have to be here. I can offer you a chance at life again. I can offer you a deal, I can help you control your elven magic and help you keep your the vow you made. However, i'll be living inside your body to do this and know this: If you waver or become weakened and can no longer stand but still wish to fight. I will take over your body and your power to make sure you live so you can keep this promise of yours but if you quite and chose to lose and not keep fighting. I will take over your body permanently and your spirit will be consumed completely. Yet, if you stay on your path, I shall be on your side till your mortal death. Also, we can work out further details when you are not about to be lost. Well, halfling? Do we have a deal?"

"Yes..." He muttered out loud.

"Perfect," The voice spoke and the figure of shadows suddenly had teeth and grinned. Suddenly Arryn gasped as he felt a surge of incredible power. It flowed through him and he felt his body sit up. He did not feel in control of his body but he could see, feel, and hear everything. Yet, he also saw himself floating in a white void that looked like he was in the clouds. He looked around and saw the shadowy figure standing there or rather sitting there.

"Let me explain before you start asking your questions. We are in your subconscious mind, I am in control of your body, however, you still can see and feel everything that happens. When you will be in control again I shall be able it shall be the same as here. We both can talk here so it does not look crazy when one of us just starts speaking to thin air." The shadowy figure said.

"What are you? How can you do all this?" Arryn asked them.

"Oh. Right, I am the demon lord Azari," The shadow figure replied standing up and taking a bow. "Also, so I do have some form..." The shadowy figure began to change and he soon looked human...or at least a human that had horns, slightly clawed hands, and dark red eyes.

"A demon?" He replied.

"Lord. Demon Lord." Azari said. "I can do much more any standard demon but let's worry about these formalities later. Oh, I did forget to mention that when I am in control I can use some of my power."

Azair sat up and grabbed the knife in his chest and pulled it out. He stood up and yanked the chains from the walls. The chains came flying out as he stood up fully and he looked at the knife in his chest and pulled it out. There was no blood and the wound healed. 'How!?' Asked Arryn.

'When human and demon's make deals like the one we made. All the wounds you have just become scars and are healed.' He replied to him.

Azair went to the door and pushed it open. He walked out and saw one of the guards who worked their look at him in terror and he moved his arm sending the chain flying wrapping around the guard's waist and he pulled him back. He placed a foot on their chest and asked, "I shall only ask you this once. Where are the mage and my grimoire?"

He felt Arryn's surprise since his voice was much darker as he spoke. It seemed the person was surprised as well. Azair pushed his foot in more and said, "I shall only ask you this once. Answer now."

"His-s of-f-fice." They sputter. Azair was about to kill him when and sighed as Arryn shouted, "No! They just work here, the mage is our target. Let him live."

'Fine...' He replied. "I am letting you live, take responsibility for what you are doing here. If you do not when we meet again I shall kill you with no mercy."

The guard ran off but Azair grabbed his sword before he did and Arryn said, 'Thank you.'

'We should have killed him, but since we will be together for all of your life. I guess we'll have to trust each other's choices.' He replied. Arryn nodded and Azair began walking once more. He ignored the guards and people who tried attacking him. He kicked in the door of the mage's office and he turned and gasped in shock.

"No...you are dead!?" He shouted.

"Am I not?" Azair asked and looked down at himself. "Well. I guess I am not,"

The mage raised his hand and began a spell but Azair sent a blast of energy at him knocking him off his feet. The mage hit the wall and groaned. Azair walked over and picked up Arryn's spell book. He just held it as he walked over to mage and pressed the sword to his neck. "This is for threatening my home and my friends," Azair said saying the words Arryn instructed him to say. With a quick movement of his hand, he stabbed him through his neck killing him instantly.

Arryn felt some satisfaction in his death knowing that his friends are safe, he let Azair decided on getting to the Heart Kingdom or the Clover one. He sat in his subconscious and something told him that having this demon will be the start of a whole new adventure.

"Indeed. Halfing," Azari said to him looking over at him in their now shared subconscious.

"I do have a name," Arrny said.

"Well, you never told me halfling but it is strange. I have only met a few half-elf and half-human."

"My name is Arryn." He replied.

"Alright, Arryn but you are this will be the start of a whole long list of adventures," Azair said and suddenly smiled and began humming in their subconscious. Arryn sighed a bit and realized this will be quiet a long list of adventures and he had to be stuck with this demon who when not focused on fighting seemed to like annoying him. Arryn just took a deep breath and looked as the sky whizzed by them as they flew up in the air on a stolen broom.