Demitytes 25

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First of all, thank you for sticking with this story despite my long break. Really I can't tell you how much you're votes and comments and reads mean to me. They helped me to lift myself up and continue writing.

Secondly, I realise a lot of you are confused about the previous chapter. I got many messages asking me who was Faun and how he is related to Fallon. I was unable to address that properly in the messages, so this for people who are still confused.

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In the Arcarage, an baldy old man helps Kashara regain her magic. He calls himself Lord Faun De Ecius Sharsgak Decly. Later when Kashara follows him (Lord Faun) into the dungeons, she finds a man who looks exactly like Lord Faun inside the lock up with Fallon torturing him.

We find out that actually the man in the lock up is not Faun but Fawier. Kashara talks to Fawier and realises that the person she met in the Arcarage had stolen his face and was not actually Fawier. That person calls himself Lord Faun.

Fawier reveals that he received a letter from Lord Faun De Ecius Sharsgak Decly with the seal of the rebellion. The letter asked him to meet up. He didn't know who he was, but thought he was a rebellion fighter. When he arrived for the meet up, he was ambushed by Demitytan soldiers.

Kashara and Fawier surmise that Lord Faun is probably an anti rebellion person who somehow gained the seal of the rebellion. Kashara comes across Demitytan mythology about a god called Faun who is the god of deceit.

She thinks Lord Faun's name is a pseudonym - not the name of a real person but maybe a fake name he operates under. So she realises she won't find anyone really called Lord Faun.

She researches mythology on the god Faun, but she doesn't think Lord Faun is a god. She believes there may be other clues in the mythology that hint toward the true identity of Lord Faun as she believes Lord Faun choose that pseudonym for a reason. The name, for one, suits Lord Faun as he dabbles in deceit and subterfuge just like the god. She thinks there might be other things that are common with the god Faun and the man who calls himself Lord Faun.

She has a brainwave and rearranges the letters in Fallon Decidus Eagus Draches Ryk to form the words, Lord Faun de Ecius Sharsgak Decly. She realises the man who stole Fawier's face and called himself Lord Faun in the Arcarage was actually Fallon. The man who sent the letter to Fawier with the seal of the rebellion was also Fallon.

She realises the rebellion is screwed because Fallon not only knows who are the spies, but he somehow got the seal of the rebellion - which is usually heavily guarded of course. The rebellion is probably there as an entertainment to him, because he could decimate them in seconds if he can steal their seal without them knowing about it.

That being said, I hope this cleared up any lingering doubts that any of you have. If you are still confused don't hesitate to pm me. I know it's been a long time between my updates, so you might want to reread the previous chapters a bit to renew your memory. Dig up those dusty files from the dark recesses of your mind. ;).

Enjoy this chapter.

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"Where do you think you are going?" A cool voice stopped Kashara abruptly in her tracks. She slowly swivelled around already knowing who was standing behind her. The smug and repellent face of the ever annoying pestilent cockroach known as Fallon. The bane of her existence. An inter-galactic alien that lived only to destroy her life.

"Hello Fallon. What a surprise seeing you here!?" She squeaked out and winced at that totally fake sounding line. Okay calm down nutcase! He has no idea you know about his secret identity or whatever. Just keep calm, and act natural!

She attempted an odd sort of smile that looked like a cross between grimace and wince. Ever the articulate one, Fallon merely raised an expressive eyebrow at her, managing to convey his opinions on her sanity crystal clearly.

It was hard to see him as he murderer, a psychopath, in moments like this. When he was being a normal, albeit a very arrogant and condescending, human being. Don't let him fool you Kashara. He's a lunatic. How many people did he burn to death? How many did he torture?

Kashara didn't know why she was trying to convince herself. Do I need to remind you he's the only thing keeping you here? The voice was screaming at her. Kashara was perplexed. She knew Fallon was an evil git. Why was she having some sort of argument with herself debating that point?

It became apparent when she realised she was holding on tightly to a nearby vase table, and it was not because she wanted to hurl said table at him. No... It became very clear the only thing she wanted to hurl was herself, - into the arms of the smug megalomaniac opposite her.

What the heck Kashara! He's a mass murdering psychopath! She screamed at herself. She knew all too well. A shudder of fear ran through her as she remembered how scary Fallon had been down in the dungeons. So utterly terrifying... He was bone chilling.

"in the end, you'll always kneel..." A faint echo of his words haunted her conscious. She could feel her pulse quicken. Her fear was astronomical when it came to him. However she had no idea why she still felt so damn attracted to him considering his darker tendencies, namely burning people alive.

She could feel him scrutinising her, cataloguing her every action and again reminded herself that he could not know. He cannot know that she knew his pseudonym.

"Are you still hung up over that?" He asked in a casual tone, his voice mellifluous. Nothing like the dark menacing tone he had spoke in....

"Over what? No...Of course not!" She remarked distractedly. 'A quick getaway was essential' She thought, scanning for the exit distance. Fallon prowled closer, and she stepped back slightly. She was unwilling to relinquish her hold on the vase table, which was the only thing grounding her right now.

"What happened Kashara?," Her name rolled off his lips sinfully, " Why so flustered?" He asked stepping yet closer.

He cannot know!! Cannot!! Cannot!! She thought desperately, her heart thudding frantically as she tried to come up with a legitimate answer. Distract him!! Distract!! A voice screamed inside her.

"I..I just learnt of the black day in Demitytan history. It was a terrible massacre..." She tried to inject some of her worry into the statement, tried to make it sound real.

Something brief and dark passed over Fallon's eyes, but he shuttered the emotion out soon. Anger? Fear? Grief? She could only guess. But what mattered was that Fallon was caught, hook line and sinker.

"Your lessons?" He asked but didn't wait for confirmation, obviously lost on some reminiscence that gave him a haunted look. It was very disconcerting for Kashara to see him torture someone with sadistic pleasure, and yet still display such vulnerability and rawness. It suddenly occurred to her this would be an excellent time to pump him for information given the openness he was displaying.

"What happened to you on that day?" She asked softly. Arrrg! What!! Why the heck would you ask that Kashara??!! She berated herself. She didn't know why she had asked that.

Artemis's two left feet!! She had planned on extracting information about what he knew of the Rebellion and the Order of the White Lotus. Not discuss his obvious post traumatic disorders that led to his psychopathic tendencies!

However something made her wait for his answer. I want to hear it...She thought, surprising herself with that revelation. I want to...know him. To give him a chance. She mused half shocked. Fallon opened his mouth and she leant forward in spite of herself.

"Nothing to trouble your pretty little head over darling. I went to see the festival, and when I came back, the idiot of my father, was dead and I was King." He paused and gave a bone chilling smile "It was a wonderful day. Thank you for asking."

Kashara's jaw was slack with shock. I change my mind. He's irrepressible. What was I expecting... A nice chat about feelings over tea and scones?? At that, Kashara gave a slight snort. But something didn't add up. She remembered all too well how Fallon had blamed Eraiek for his parent's death. Filing this as a pivotal information, she quickly noticed how Fallon was again eyeing her speculatively.

As if he knew... that I know. NO. He cannot know. He only looks like that because he knows I visited Fawier, and he expects me to be frightened. Kashara had been frightened before her discovery. Before the lesson, she was so glad he disappeared, because he had hinted that he knew she talked with Fawier. She was frightened he would threaten her again, but that fear had faded when she discovered who was Lord Faun.

Her adrenaline and excitement and numbed her fear, and she felt,...no knew she had the upper hand. Fallon thought he fooled her. Fallon thought he fooled her... She wanted to rub her hands together and laugh maniacally, but restrained herself with some effort. Something must have shown on her face because Fallon now eyed her with a bit of confusion and condescension.

Shit. She had forgotten to keep him distracted. He seemed like he was going to interrogate her some more so she quickly opened her mouth. "Err..., okay, idiotic father you hate. What about your mother?"

She didn't know if she had imagined the way his body stiffened or the way his eyes gleamed dangerously. Suddenly the air felt dangerous. The undercurrents were unmistakeable, swirling with wrath, destructive. Deadly. Her grip tightened, and she swallowed, the noise of it sounding like a pronouncement of doom. And then, as quick as it had appeared, the moment passed and she was left blinking in its wake, shaking her head as if trying to get water out of her ears. Oddly confused and lost. Like a fish out of water. Out of her depth.

"A woman too blinded by her love to see the plight of those who suffered under it." He spoke coldly and harshly.

Kashara was flummoxed by that vague statement. What in the world... Love...Judging from his tone, not love for him. Love for his father? Why does that bother him? She was even more lost than ever. Who suffered from the queen's love? Who suffers from love? Kashara's mind was reeling from questions, but it was obvious Fallon would not answer them.

She was still perplexed but she had to prevent Fallon from asking her questions. His line of questioning would definitely endanger her, even if he didn't suspect her of knowing anything about his alternate identity, he was extremely perceptive and she was a blabbermout—erm...she had a huge tendency to reveal information that was better off concealed. That sounds better than a blabbermouth...

She had to keep him from finding out, at-least till she was able to pass on the information to Fawier. Because if he found out, she would never be able to contact anyone, she was sure of that.

She searched for a random topic, any topic and suddenly it came to her. She couldn't suddenly change the topic, or he being the evil mastermind cockroach that he was would surely guess something was up.

"Speaking of the black day, did you know Lintenberg was meeting his lady love on that day? Who would have thought! I hope Lintenberg looked better at that time, for the lady's sake." She gave a weak laugh, her paltry attempt at humour echoed pitifully in the chamber and made her cringe from the fake-ness of it. She remembered a bit belatedly, said lady had actually died and it wasn't very joke worthy.

Suddenly Fallon grabbed the vase on the table and flung it. At her. She shrieked. She made a short swerve to avoid the vase but it appeared she needn't have. The vase missed her by a wide berth and crashed into the wall behind her.

Fallon was glaring at the impact of the vase, as if it had missed. Kashara made a noise of protest and he swung to glare at her, and Kashara took an instinctive step backward. Her breath caught in her throat. There was an ominous swirl of malevolent magic in the air and she could feel it extending from Fallon. She repressed dark shudders as the magic grazed its tendrils over her.

It sang of torture and sadistic pleasure. It sang for blood. This was Fallon. She could feel him, feel his magic unrestrained and it was dark. Horrifying. She stumbled back again as he advanced on her.

She tried to rally her small amount of magic to put up a fight. But even before she tried, she knew she was hopelessly outmatched. Out of her depth. Fallon moved yet closer, sidestepping the table. They were moving towards the wall, and Kashara knew she was being cornered. She was so baffled as to what brought this on.

Shit...Had Fallon somehow found out what she was hiding? Panic struck her as the thought crossed her mind. She contemplated running but before she could even turn, her back hit the wall behind her. Fallon loomed closer, his fury barely concealed, held together weakly at the seams.

SMASH! A powerful fist dented the wall next to her right shoulder and she couldn't lift her eyes to look him in the face, or met his wrath head on. Don't be a wimp! Kashara! She chided herself and steeled her resolve. Slowly but surely she raised her head and met his eyes.

The anger she saw swirling in them nearly made her turn away. However she couldn't submit to him. I won't submit to him! I refuse!! She told herself strongly and resolutely glared right back at him. She was frightened, yes. Terrified. But she knew that was no reason to give up. Fear was illusionary. It was no excuse to give up her free will. She wasn't about to let herself be bullied yet again by a mass murdering lunatic.

She feared he might attack her. However he merely loomed closer until his face was in line with hers. Her breath came in short rasps now. She could hardly bear to breathe. Trembling. Shivering.

Fallon was truly terrifying like this. Harsh and unforgiving, his magic mercilessly raging around him.

"I'll only tell you this once. Listen carefully. Stop poking your nose in issues that don't concern you."

And then the pressure was gone. The magic that ravaged the air went still. Fallon slid a smooth smile over his face and leant even closer. His lips brushed her neck, and she tried to stop her shudder. His warm breath blew across her face and neck, causing goose bumps to rise up and a telling heat to spread across her cheeks. She stared bemusedly at him, however it was soon apparent why he had done it.

A maid came into the room shortly carrying linen and bedsheets. She gave start when she saw the two of them but otherwise maintained her composure, entering the bedroom and returned a while later carrying old linen. Fallon's eyes followed her through the chamber and the sound of her exit through the glass door felt like a death sentence to Kashara.

However, Fallon looked down at her impassively once she left. There was no indication that he was going to continue his threatening. He quickly stepped away from her, an unexpressive mask on his face and also exited the chamber.

Kashara sank to the floor. What in the world was that? Why had he suddenly blown up like that? Surely not because he knew she found out his alter-identity. No. He had been angry at something. What had she said? Was it because she asked about his mother? No...He was controlled then...controlled till she mentioned...Lintenberg and his lady...

For an odd moment, Kashara remembered how she had once made fun of Fallon saying Lintenberg probably loved him. In a really bizarre way, she was struck with a crazy idea that maybe Fallon had blown up because he was jealous that Lintenberg had been with a lady. A giggle escaped her.

Do try to remain sane. She told herself amidst bursts of laughter. She soon sobered up, contemplating on the problem. Why had Lintenberg and the Lady struck a chord with Fallon? The lady had died...Is it possible he knew her? Or is it something else... Kashara wondered. She absently stroked a hand over her neck where Fallon had nuzzled her and then ripped her hand off as if scalded.

What the heck was she doing? He had just threatened her and nearly punched a hole in the wall. So complex...Her mind thought dreamily as she pondered on his behaviour and statements about his parents. Despite her best efforts she felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into the deceptive bog mire that was Fallon, and she was half unsure if she wanted to be rescued.

She was also unsure if she had imagined the flustered and slightly heated look on his face before he left her so abruptly.

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Hello again folks! Hope this update gave you something to think about! I''ll be back with my regular fortnightly updates and there's a good news! I'm trying to shorten my update time to one week so cheer me on please! I love comments!!

OPEN - NEW DADDY ISSUES PSYCHOLOGY CENTER.

Ink: Let's start with why all of you are here.

Tom: Well, I suppose I don't really have an issue with my dad. But then again he's dead, and you probably can't have issues with dead people. Can I go now?

Ink: Umm sorry Tom. You're here because you are the reason he's dead.

Loki: I am Loki of Asgard -.

Ink: It says here in my report you are biologically from Jotunheim.

Loki: I am Loki. ... And I do not think I should be here.

Ink: Actually, my report says you murdered you father. Umm... both of your fathers....

Loki: I was burdened with glorious purpose.

Ink: Okay sure,... umm we'll work on that.

Tom: If its daddy issues, why is he here ( points to Fallon)

Fallon: I'm not psychotic to murder my own father. Why am I here again?

Ink: Erm, actually we received intelligence, that you expressed pleasure at the death of your Father... so ...

Fallon: Oh that bloody Kashara! She's your intelligence! I'll bloody gut her and burn her intestines!!

Ink: Subject displays violent tendencies and anger towards intell. Anger management classes?

Fallon: what the heck! Umm.. no! I love Kashara! See, I am even going to marry her!!

Ink: Displays acute bipolar syndrome—

Fallon: What no! Stop writing!! Oh my god!

Tom: Hehehehe! Fallon and Kashara sitting in a tree!! K I S S I N G!

Loki : Oh my god. See this is why you get defeated by a 17 year old boy. No, actually a one year old boy.

Tom: HOW DARE YOOU, YOU OBLONG ICE CUBE!

Loki: I'LL KILLL YOU-!

Fallon: I'LL BURN ALL OF-

Ink: Okay calm down everyone. CALM down!

Tom: I'LL FEED YOU TO THE BASIL-

Loki: I'LL HANG YOUR ENTRAILS—

Fallon: GOING TO BLOW UUP-

Ink: sigh.... I'll see you next time then.

love

ink on parchment.