Damien crept towards the light at the end of the hall. He saw no sign of Kiara nor Logan

What is that kid up to...

Just then he suddenly felt the gaze of the knight.

It feels weird, I can feel her but not see her...

Alas Damien was too slow. The knight jumped out of the dark, knocking him down to the ground. He groaned "Oh I'm gonna make you pay, kid" The knight chuckled.

"The shadow prince in the flesh, And in my castle, What an honor it is!" she took a bow mockingly, "It's impressive, making it this far coming. But you will end your journey here. "She said, lacing every word with spite.

"Are you aware that you have committed treason against the late king, Stealing his gold, intel... What are you after now, traitor of Draven!" her words boomed through the hallway. Although Damien did not want to admit it, her words sent a shiver down his spine.

This girl is crazy, why is she talking like an elder?

"Hey kid, I don't want to hurt you. How about you show me where my friends are? Lead us to the founder's book, you go home to your dolls, and we call it a day!" he said slowly getting up and forming a shadow orb. "Traitor of Draven, you leave me no choice..."

Her moves were like lightning with no thunder. So swift and fast yet made no sound. Damien tried his best to hold his ground but it was no use. Her sword was infused with magick, and its effects were more powerful on him than any other spell he had encountered.

He felt him go loose out of frustration that he almost became something; something he swore not to become. He could feel his dark energy slowly slipping through his veins.

"No...Not NOW! Calm down Damien. You can do this... Remember your promise!"

"Your true powers are untapped. If I were to be honest, I thought you'd put up more of a fight" The knight dramatically raised her hands up.

"What a waste of power..."

With every word she spat out, Damien got more irritated. His mana was on edge to let loose, and he could not let that happen. He clutched his chest trying to contain his energy however he could. His mind raced back to the first night it happened, his palms started to sweat. It was almost as if he could feel the heat and hear the screams. He traveled back to that night, he only remembered it in small glimpses. All the furniture ablaze, Kiara screaming and crying clutching onto her father and Damien's mother covering him with her body silently whispering,

"It's not your fault, my little prince". Then his endless thoughts came to an end as the knight's taunting brought him back to reality.

"Or... you think I'm weak, And not showing me your true self.. Bring him prince, show me the vicious demon you once were!"

She grabbed his chin making him look at her directly in the eyes. "Kid...I advise you not to provoke...me" Damien said almost out of breath.

It was too late to save the knight for Damien had lost his visions, his eyes swirling like black ponds. He let out an agonizing scream as he felt the shadow take over his body. He was no longer human, just a puppet for the demon that resided in him. The knight smirked, her taunting worked. "So you are the demon they speak of". The monster threw the knight into a wall, she fell with a loud crash. Without no warning it unleashed its power directly towards the knight but thanks to her speed she managed to escape, barely.

The monster... Damien was out of control. He was in inner turmoil, glimpses of his mother flashed in his memory. He desperately tried to forget what happened "For Draven, Control yourself Damien!" It was no use, the monster had power over him. He was surrounded by shadows, one could only see his glowing pitch black eyes amidst the mist. His orbs were no longer in perfect form and more than dark energy it contained dark lightning. The knight got a hit in her left arm causing her to drop her sword.

Shit That hurts, The shock, I feel paralyzed.

As she was holding her arm in. Damien let out a sinister laugh.

His voice has changed, could it be that he cannot control his demon yet? This is bad. I need to put an end to this.

With determination she took a few steps back. Then she slowly analyzed her opponent through the shadows swirling around the passage.

She finally spotted Damien twitching violently, trying to control himself because he knew, if this went on any further, that the knight would have been blown up into bits. He was struggling, but slowly getting a hold of his demon..

Seems like the prince is fighting back... I should take the beast while he's too busy fighting his resisting master.

"Calm Down! Think of something happy! WHat?! Do I not have anything that makes me happy! UGhhh!" He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. Slowly, he went into a trance state making his breaths more steady each passing second. Thoughts of his gang slowly flowed into his mind. How his teasing made Kiara's face go red like a tomato. Adam's endless yapping and tales of monsters, which no one but 'he' knew. And Logan's forever support and loyalty. The newly befriended white haired mage, who yaps as much as Adam, but never backs down to a good fight. And last but definitely not least. The woman that makes his heart skip a beat. "Luna Archerwood". The one who is going to be the end of his existence. Her midnight blue hair, shining to the moonlight as they were in each other's arms dancing in the Draven festival. Every little thing rushed into his mind like a river finally meeting the ocean.

When he opened his eyes after containing his mana ,the knight quickly rushed to his side and whispered in ancient tongue "Good night prince, this is not yet over", with the end of her spell Damien fell onto the ground slowly slipping into slumber. And once again he was right. Though the thoughts of Luna, made his inner beast feel at peace, she was going to be the bane of his existence. But one thing he knew, even the dreams she haunt will make him feel alive; something he forgot he was.