3Denouement
[M/M - Slash] The Islands of Dene have been taken over by the Lord of Demons, a feat no being thought could ever come to happen. Now, it was up to the Hero to put an end to the madness and assassinate the new king. But where was the Hero? In the middle of falling in love with the Demon Lord himself.
Idyll. That was his name.
He had always wanted to be perfect, to be as flawless as his name depicted him.
And oh, how he wanted it.
To become the perfect son…
To become the perfect student…
To become the perfect soldier…
That was his dream.
Until, that is, his very last encounter with the devil.
That's when everything changed.
When Idyll was a young boy of only five years of age, the fair came to stop near their village for the first time in centuries. After relentless begging, his father took him to the woods where it was held. Idyll was amazed to learn hybrids and humans were traveling from within a ten thousand mile radius just to come to the thrice-in-a-lifetime event.
The fair, known as Famous Amos, had anything and everything a boy with a vivid imagination could dream of. Circus monsters and exotic species to view (and maybe even take home with a bit of currency), foreign foods and snacks to munch on, and a variety of booths with fun-filled games to play and prizes to win.
But the only attraction to stick to Idyll was the fortune-telling tent.
The female kitsune-hybrid was old, to say the least. With wise, yellow eyes and and a cunning grin at the sight of little Idyll, she beckoned them to follow after her into the gray, tattered tent.
Idyll was intrigued. His father, not so much, but there was little he could deny his son.
The tent was drab from the outside, and drab from the inside. Idyll was starting to see his father's hesitation with this so-called attraction, but they had already handed the kitsune-hybrid money for her fortune-telling services. See through it, they would.
"What would you like to know?"She had asked with a rasp.
Idyll looked at his father, who nodded at him, before taking a deep breath. "Do I win in the future?"
The hybrid had peered closely at him. "In regards to?"
Idyll had gulped, unnerved by her stare. "M-my goals."
He never once forgot the words she uttered in her illuminating yet horrifyingly harsh voice.
"To hit a milestone is a success, but it cannot be without enduring suffering first. Your unlucky number is nine."
His father had laughed upon leaving the tent, saying they had wasted their money on something a fortune cookie (whatever that was) could have told them.
Idyll tried to laugh with him.
According to the theories of an otherworldly being known as Robert Plutchik, the eight basic emotions are:
1. Fear
2. Anger
3. Sadness
4. Joy
5. Disgust
6. Surprise
7. Trust
8. Anticipation
For Idyll, these emotions represented a series of firsts for him that would eventually lead to his meeting with the Lord of Demons.
Let us begin our tale, shall we?
Hiiiiiiiiii. Ima try my hand at a slash dark (ish) fantasy. Okay? Okay! XD
P.S. There is no such thing as me writing a dark (ish) piece of literature. Therefore, there will be stupid words and stuff in said piece of literature. Like Famous Amos. Why? Because I'm hungry XD