Dark Warlord Chronicles

Deception of the Soul

Part 12 Continued...
"To Have no Regrets"

"Guess that answered your question." A male voice said jokingly.
"Seems someone found some confidence for once." A woman's voice replied with sharpness in her tongue.
"You wanted to know if he was of the legend. If the white hair is from old age, or the blood line was thinned. Now you know, and what a price you paid for learning that." The man laughed as he heard the woman grunt in disgust. "Yes your demon. Referred to you as his Queen didn't he? Ah well." He laughed more.
"This is only temporary. The spider will spin another web."
"Perhaps Zadecharlia..." He pauses as he heard something mentally. The man stepped into the eerie light. Straight white hair stood out from his gray skin. His elf ears had heard the message clearly. "But I do believe it is my turn now." The elf bowed and then disappeared from the room.
Zadecharlia just grinned evilly and snapped her fingers. Another male dark elf stepped forward from the shadows of the underground room. He bowed his head very low. "Time to set another plan into motion. Let us prepare for Drahar's failure." She turned to the male dark elf. "Come. You are to deliver a message for me."

The End of story 1, Deception of the Soul.