It only took him several minutes to reach his destination, with a huff of smoke from his lungs he dove toward the courtyard. The winds around the place picked up from his incoming landing before he landed without a sound, though that did not mean the stone walkway did not crack a little from the force of his landing. Black wings receding back into markings along his body as he let out an annoyed growl. He would not have been awoken from his sleep unless something serious was going to be taking place. Pulsing his aura out to notify his retainer and servants of his arrival, he felt it ghost over the mansion. The sound of gasps from inside drifted to his ears. The feel of the fear from his underlings upon his arrival caused a wicked grin to adorn his demonic visage.
Looking up at the mansion before him, the black exterior seemed well kept, vines grew along the sides, some creeping over the windows. The roof pointed sky high more of a dark gray in coloring. Not caring for the small details of this temporary home he began walking gracefully toward the doors of his mansion.
The doors opened for him as he walked into the home which was to be his from now on. Servants scurried out of his path, eyes down, as he walked from the corridor to his retainer’s aura. He could smell his retainer’s scent coming from further in the mansion. His eyes never roamed about the hall to take in the extraordinarily decorated halls. Fire flickered through his gaze as he entered what looked to be his study, his golden gazed clashed harshley with the snowstorm blazing within the eyes of his retainer.
His retainer was tall standing over six-feet, not quite his six-foot-four but still tall. He had pale as ice skin, almost white blue eyes and silver hair that hung low down his back, the sides tied into a top-knot atop his head. He was an elemental who owed his life to Landon. He vowed his services ever since that day.
“Damon, why have I been brought here?” Damon ushered his master to take a seat before the fire. He stood by a large window overlooking the gardens.
“Milord, Landon son of Lord Lucifer and Lady Lillith. War is threatening the human realm.” Landon sighed at the news. He had assumed it would be a war but all the realms?
“Details.” Landon did not need to ask, he demanded. Damon nodded his head before continuing on to what was now occurring in the realms.
“The dragon's men who have access to this realm are hiding in the shadows looking for a time to turn and kill off the human race. The dragon realm has become too populated and vegetation too dead to live amongst, their anger is coming to the surface for revenge of the lands the humans took over.” Landon’s gaze widened momentarily. The dragon realm had always been taken care of by the elementals to ensure the continuation of the race.
“That is not all, Milord. The elfen are restless from the dark power polluting into their lands, they are gearing up for war. Their archers are being granted powers, gifted by elementals from their deep forests.” Landon began pacing about the room as he was taking in the information Damon was telling him.
“You are telling me that even the elves, who forgo any war, are even considering this worth preparing for?” Damon wasted no time in answering.
“Yes, Milord. The fae have become restless as well. They are being whispered to by darker kin who are turning, they no longer wish to play but are out to pull the races under their control.” Damon shivered as Landon released an earth shaking growl from his chest.
“Milord, the portal to Hell has been broken open, your father now stands guard at its gates to prevent souls escaping back as living dead, or worse his own minions who wish to flee Hell’s depths and wreak havoc upon the realm of humans.”
The storm abating momentarily within Damon's eyes as he gave his Lord a once over. He made a soft noise and a female servant came into the room. Damon ordered for the Lord's proper clothing to be brought to him just now realizing how tight the clothes were upon his Lord.
Landon grabbed the pile from the servant woman when she appeared before him with clean clothing, he set the clothing upon his desk. Ripping the clothing from his body he began to dress in the black slacks, white button up and the black sport coat that was brought to him. The top few buttons by his neck being left open. Dressed in the finest fabrics helped him feel more at home. Allowing his aura to calm a bit, he turned back to face Damon, who was patiently waiting for his Lord.
“How long has the portal been open before Father got there to guard it?”
“He has been there for just over two moon cycles now.”
“My mother, where is she and how is she trying to help resolve these issues? She is a succubus, she just needs to lay with these dragon men and devour their souls.”
Landon grabbed the pile from the servant woman when she appeared before him with clean clothing, he set the clothing upon his desk. Ripping the clothing from his body he began to dress in the black slacks, white button up and the black sport coat that was brought to him. The top few buttons by his neck being left open. Dressed in the finest fabrics helped him feel more at home. Allowing his aura to calm a bit he turned back to face Damon, who was patiently waiting for his Lord.
“Your mother has not been seen or heard from since she's the one who broke the portal open.” This caused Landons eyes to widen. His mother is the cause of the portal, that does not make sense.
“Why would my mother break the portal to this realm and risk the souls escaping? If this causes a war and grandfather's favorite race is killed and feasted upon he will have no qualms in officially making the demonic race extinct. All our races will actually be nothing but folklore like the humans believe.” His gaze became more vicious as his voice raised, teeth bared.
“Have the messengers been sent to the other reigning Lords?” Landon walked to the whiskey bar, he poured himself a glass before taking a sip.
“No Milord.” Damon whispered, fearing his Lord's wrath as he felt the swell in his lord’s aura.
“Send for my Cerberus, Lihell.” Landon walked from his study, away from Damon to explore his mansion. He needed some time to ponder what steps to take from here. He will need to send a runner to his father. How long will he be able to hold the portal to the gates of Hell before souls began to take notice of his lack of torture. Where his mother is, and he will need to call for a council. Go over battle strategy if needed and form allies with as many races he could.
With his short walk, he was able to see about half the mansion, as far as he could tell there was a washroom much like Lana’s but larger. A master suite, kitchen, dining room, ballroom, servants quarters and many spare rooms. What he was not seeing was a training ground and he may have the ballroom turned into one. He also would need to locate a conference hall and hoped he had cells below enchanted with sealing magics. Deciding on what he would need to do next, he returned to his study to find Damon waiting for him.
“Call for a council meeting, I wish to speak with Ardner the Elven Lord, Afia Mistress of the Fae, Belen Queen of the seas and Arlo my friend from the Dragon men.” Refilling his whiskey glass he threw back a shot. Slamming the glass to the table, not allowing the cup to break. Alcohol is weak in this realm.
“Milord, if I may speak freely?”
“Speak Damon.” Landon turned to face his long time retainer. Swirling his already refilled glass.
“Milord, Arlo may not be trustworthy at this time, maybe meeting him at a local tavern-or what do they call them here? Oh yes, a bar. A bar would be a better option. The others may not trust him even if you seem to.” Landon peered over to his retainer, his gaze was to the floor a sign of submission. Landon pondered over that bit of information and concluded it was solid advice.
“I do believe you are correct, Damon. Find me a bar and make the proper arrangements for me to meet Arlo there.” Landon watched Damon remove himself from the room to go about his orders. Walking out of his study, he made his way to the kitchens to get a meal, he had been asleep for hundreds of years, food sounded wonderful.