Shadows and Orbs

Chapter 15

This man before them was a King; they could sense it in their veins. The pure power that ran through his blood was so palpable they could practically taste it. The King's power spread throughout the chamber, making the chamber seem small despite the obvious space. Yet the King himself was not what they expected. The cloaked figure was small in stature, the sword was held in a delicate hand which seemed so pale they wondered if the King was a ghost. A hand came from the cloak and unsnapped a clasp making the cloak fall like water from his form revealing their King.

Seeing him truly made every demons present realise that this man was the embodiment of power, his slim form hummed with magical energy, his emerald eyes glowed with power while alight with darkness. The King's clothes were black, a strange material that they had never seen before, it was like dragonhide but seemed to shimmer with a strange sheen. The top he wore was made of this material and clung to his chest, showing off a muscled, lithe form, and was tight to his small waist. The design was similar to that of the oriental; there were silver clasps on the left hand side which were shaped like vines. The sleeves, however, flared out and sewn into the material were more vines of silver which travelled down to the cuff. The trousers, of the same material, clung to his legs showing off toned thighs and flared towards the bottom where they flared out over his boots which were made of dragonhide.

His face was no less stunning, he was lethally sexy. His pale skin was smooth and seemed to glow like the moon within the dark chamber. His raven hair fell in waves to his mid-back and set a sharp contrast with his porcelain skin. The King of Darkness was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. His beauty was dark, seductive and lethal. His beauty and appeal was so apparent even a blind person could perceive his beauty.

Harry's green eyes swept over the crowd of demons and, as one, they all fell to their knees bowing, showing their acceptance of their new King. Moving back, he sat on the throne looking around him.

"Clan leaders, step forward," was the soft spoken command from the King, yet it was heard by everyone within the Chamber.

Ten demons stepped forward and knelt before their King. With a slash their heads rolled to the floor and the remains blew away in dust. Rubliaxce flew back into his Master's waiting hand, the rubies in the hilt glowing red with power.

"It is time for a new start, I want the strongest at my disposal," Harry began, his voice like velvet, seductive and laced with power.

"These leaders were corrupt," Harry began, "they helped a Halliwell," Harry spat as if the word offended him, and it did. Melinda did not deserve a name like Halliwell, to the magical community it held a meaning of light and goodness and Melinda was none of those things. Wyatt was the true meaning of Halliwell to the magical world.

Murmurs rose up from the crowd, attacking the Halliwell's was normal for them…they wouldn't help one.

"Melinda Halliwell formed deals with those clan leaders and used demons to attack her own family, kidnap and maybe kill one of her brothers while the other was called evil and nearly killed by his own family," Harry explained, his voice filled with venom. "We are evil, but we do know the value of family, of a clan." Strangely enough, demons did understand the value of belonging to a clan, a family, and finding out that a 'good' witch was able to do this drove them mad. If demons could care about family, albeit in their twisted way, why couldn't a good witch?

"This brings me to another part of business, my mate," Harry began, his green eyes weeping coldly over the demons before him. "My mate is Wyatt Halliwell, and if anyone tries to harm him they will answer to me."

There was silence for a moment until noise rang out from every demon in the Chamber. Shouts filled the air as every demon wanted to know how this could have happened, their King was supposed to help them destroy the Light! How else would they do that if they didn't destroy of King of Light?

"SILENCE!" Harry roared, his magic bursting forth and spreading over the crowd like a snow storm, leaving every demon feeling empty and cold.

"But, Your Majesty, surely he will destroy us," One demon spoke up. Harry's cold eyes turned to that demon, his form began to still- to freeze. The other demons around the demon backed away.

"He will not destroy us, but help us bring about a new age of magic, as foretold in a prophecy," Harry explained and lifted his hand. The demon gave a scream as he felt a coldness envelope him and he began to sob as he felt ice grow over him. His limbs became blue and corpse like as the ice grew within him. He screams died down and he fell to the floor, shattering as he hit the hard surface. Shards of ice scattering around the area as the demons stared wide-eyed at the remains. They had never seen such a vanquish before. Harry merely dropped his hand onto his sword, caressing the hilt with delicate fingers.

"As your King I expect you to follow me, not ask questions at every turn," Harry began, his voice as cold as the ice which had consumed the demon, "I expect you to answer me without question. I am your King, why would I turn against you?" Harry questioned, his voice taking on a mocking quality.

"I wouldn't," Harry answered his own question. "Times are changing, the rules are being re-written and a new era is upon us. We need to embrace these changes if magic, light and dark, are to survive."

Every demon nodded, their attention solely on their King. Many had lust in their eyes, which was understandable because they had never seen such beauty and power before. His words washed over them like the finest silk and his magic caressed them. He was truly darkness.

"I will be selecting demons to lead the clans, each clan I will visit and select one of you to lead. This will not be based solely on power but on intelligence and skills. The clans will have leaders that are able to lead properly, to make sure their clan thrives and prospers under their rule. All these leaders will answer to me directly, any of the demons within the clan will have to ask their leader for an audience with me," Harry explained.

"What of the Halliwell girl? Should we attack her?" One demon asked.

"No," Harry answered, "if demons attack her then her family will come after us, believing her to be innocent. After I have chosen the leaders I will discuss a plan with them, one which will begin to show the true colours of Melinda Halliwell."

"Leave me," Harry said and with a wave of his hand the demons were all transported back to their lairs.

A clapping came from the corner of the room and Harry turned to see Wyatt standing there, a proud grin on his face.

"Hey, love," Harry smiled.

"Very good, Harry," Wyatt praised Harry, walking up to the throne and pulling his lover from it gently.

"It felt good," Harry said.

"Now the demons are in line, what's next?" Wyatt asked.

"Now you get your subjects in line," Harry said and pressed a kiss to Wyatt's mouth.

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Harry laid down that night exhausted, however, his dreams did not allow for rest as someone felt the need to talk with the King of Darkness.

The place Harry ended up in was strange. It was a room, a circular room, which had an open door leading outside to a beach. He could smell the salt and hear the waves crashing onto the shore. The room had a glass roof and looking up Harry could see the stars and moon shining down on him. It was a strangely tranquil and peaceful place. The room itself was painted purple and had plants all around, a simple garden bench was in the middle of the room, its back rest leaned back so you could see the stars.

"Hello, Night King," a voice sounded from his right. He spun around and saw Luna standing at the door leading outside. Her blonde hair fell to her mid back in soft waves; she was wearing a white dress that was a simple sleeveless design which fell to just below her knee. It seemed to flutter around her giving her an almost angelic look.

"Luna?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I believe I am Luna," Luna stated dreamily, "and you are?"

"Nice to see you to, Luna," Harry gave a chuckle.

"Come, let's sit," Luna said and walked to the bench, sitting down with a sigh.

Harry nodded and sat down beside her, both looking up at the stars above them.

"How is the Day King?" Luna asked, her blue eyes looking at Harry.

"He is fine, now what am I doing here?" Harry questioned.

"You have decided I will be your seer," Luna told Harry.

"I decided?" Harry asked amusement colouring his voice.

"Yes, I foresaw you would ask me," Luna whispered, as if this was a huge secret.

"Fair enough," Harry said, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

"The little Dragon and his flames will need you, while the Day King spreads his pretty light," Luna whispered, her tone serious.

"Don't worry my Moonshine, the Dragon and his flames will still burn bright," Harry reassured her, "no-one messes with me and mine."

Silence filled the room after that, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore repeatedly and soothingly like a lullaby of nature.

And Harry slipped into peaceful dreams.

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What do you guys think? A song I was listening to when writing this was Rob Pattinson's 'Let Me Sign', especially the dreams bit.