The Prophesized

[Dreamer]

It began with the death of an insane Demon king. The time had been violent and rioteous within the kingdom of Evane. An era of war, and hate. And in the end, it left Kiel Vel'endaris as interim ruler. Someone, who might fill in the great gaping hole within the monarch until they found the answer to there problems. An answer that came from the ageless Seer, Drina. It was prophesized that the dark Guardian would remain as Interim for centuries. However, the day would come come that the One would be born, who would take the throne.

Drina had not once been wrong within her prophecies. The gods had granted her this power, and because she'd spoken it-it would come to fruitition. Kiel could only wait, patiently and with some unease thanks to his chaotic past, for the new king's birth. Centuries past, and he remained untouchable. Doing his duty to the best of his extent without allowing himself to become close to another. Until, finally, the time had come and he ventured out in search of the heir he'd been waiting for.

The sun was setting over head; a great array of color deepening the sky overhead, as if an artist had drug there paintbrush across the great blue expanse. He'd just arrived in a new city. It was bustling, modern. Unlike the last that had been almost Victorian in nature. Kiel never ceased to be amused at the way some cities tended to develop far more, while others clung to the past. Of course, he didn't expect the one he sought to be here. In fact, he imagined this place to be as much a dead end as the last. And he'd yet to actually find the name of the place he'd stumbled upon. This city, after all, existed outside of Evane.

Long fingers tugged through the well kept, blue black length of hair that trailed well down his back. Held, within a loose tie at the base of his neck. It contrasted sharply to the moon pale of his skin, and the ever changing hue of his gaze. And more often than naught, caught its fair bit of attention. Kiel was, even for a demon, farely exotic in appearance. The length of dark fabric he wore, only lending to his unclandestine look.

He emerged from the shadows, inky tendrils seeming to shudder off of his frame, before he began down the street. Silent, and at his own pace. Those around him were paid about as much attention as one might pay a fly. He'd know if he passed by the One. It would tug at him, on a level that was soul deep.

[Cata]

"Bye, Nessie," Zacarius chirped softly to the two-year-old girl, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Up!" she squealed in happiness and Zac sighed softly, smiling warmly at her.

"I can't. I have to go to school, Ness," he cooed as she reached for him. He kissed her on the head again and gave her the stuffed wolf he made her in Home Ec. class.

"Woof!" she gurgled and he laughed softly at how cute she was cuddling the simple stuffed animal he made. He was glad his brothers never paid attention to Nessie's toys. They would have burned the wolf if they had known he made it. With a final kiss he slipped out to the kitchen and quietly grabbed a pop tart as his brothers argued over who got the last toaster struedel.

Without a word he got the lunch money that was his and moved back out to the front door. His mother, Jane, was busy in the bathroom putting on her make up to do a 'play date' for Nessie. Zac rolled his eyes and slung his bookbag over his shoulder, one he made himself thanks to his brothers cutting up his hand-me-down one to make a chew toy for the neighbor's dog, Corky.

He said good-bye to no one, going out the door and shutting it quietly behind him. No one would even notice he was gone. He shook his head, dispelling his loniness and moved down the walkway and to the sideway. He pulled out a pair of carefully cared for earbud headphones. He slipped them in and then pulled out his cd player from the large pocket he had sewn into the inside of his jacket. He hit play and relaxed as gentle melody of Mozart clearing away the world.

It would be another day of being a freshmen in highschool...

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The day had been going well, until his 'dear' brothers decided they wanted his lunch money to get extra pizza for themselves. He hadn't put up a fight, but they still roughed him up to have him knwo his place. Zac touched his busted lips, wincing softly. He would have to lie at dinner again, saying he tripped and fell. Jane wouldn't honestly care much, and Michael, his father, probably wouldn't be at dinner.

He sighed as he walked along the sidewalk, having missed the school bus due to his brothers and their friends shoving him into a closet and locked him in, laughing histerical as they left him. This had happened before and it took him a good hour to pick the lock with e small toolkit he had saved up for with bits of his lunch money to buy from the hardware store on Johnson Avenue.

He would have to catch the public bus home and have to tell Jane that he missed the bus because he went to the library for a class project. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and hunched over a bit as he walked the sidewalks of bustling Seattle. He hoped Nessie wasn't crying for him. She got so fussy when he didn't come home and Jane would blame him for upsetting her.

[Dreamer]

Kiel wasn't certain he liked this town, this time period. It didn't suit him, and lacked a certain elegance that he preferred. But then, it also seemed to tend to lean more toward the human populas, and there was very little of the magic that all but hummed through Evane's very air. But no place, was like home, and in truth, he was growing more and more certain about not finding the One here. What a dismal little trip this was turning out to be.

He stepped along the dirty concrete, moving to go past yet another individual. Only for his senses to explode. It was unexpected, and every single part of him stood on end. The unexpected and sudden happening making him bristle in preperation for some unseen danger. And yet, when his eyes jerked around....jerked over his shoulder, they landed upon a boy. He was a small creature, and Kiel wouldn't have expected him to weigh much of anything at all. Light brown hair; he'd missed his features but the demon would have expected them to be almost sweet in appearance.

His brows rose in surprise. Particularly when the naturally protective emotion he should have for his king arose furiously to the surface. This man-child was the one? It shouldn't have been possible. There was far to much innocence, within the young one. And yet his mind told the truth of the matter. Slowly, his head tilted. Dark hair trailing across one shoulder, before he turned and began slowly after the boy. Uncertain really, how he was to tell someone who probably had no knowledge of his people that he was the next Demon King.

And that his destiny lay someplace he'd very likely never even dreamt of. Never the less, he'd figure it out. Because Kiel had been waiting for centuries, for someone to come and fullfill the prophecy. It was time to ahve a true ruler among the people, and he was the one to guide that ruler. To protect him. And, much like before, if said ruler got out of hand...put him in his place. Aldric, however, was shoved ruthlessly from his mind.

[Cata]

I found God on the corner of first and amastad...

It was getting late. He nearly bowed his head. Jane was going to be mad. He paused in his steps. She would probably not give him dinner as punishment for 'worrying' her. He sneered a bit. Worrying her. Bullshit. She tended to forget to even serve him dinner and he had to serve himself and then went to his room in the attic with Nessie to eat and do his homework and letting Nessie walk around freely. He hated how Jane always put her in a playpen and didn't let her develop her legs and even her brain by letting her roam. But Jane had 'other' things to attend to. Like gossiping on the phone while watching Ophra or Montel.

All alone smoking his last cigarette...

He checked his other secret pocket. He had about twenty dollars left of his savings. He tilted his head for a moment before nodding. He could go to Wendy's cafe and get a nice meal. The owner, Claudia, liked him and he had helped fixing their radio and now he got a discount. A smile touched his bruised lips and he continued on his way, never noticing eyes on him. Afterall..Everyone ignored him.

Where were you when everything was falling apart...

He hummed softly, letting Beethoven relax him as he easily weaved through the crowds of people. Afterall, it was Friday and thus people were out on the town in a sense. He passed Marty the Bum and smiled, stopping. Marty smiled a grin that was missing many teeth, but there was only kindness in Zacarius' gaze.

"Hello, Marty," he chirped, the old man brightening with just the mere presence of the young teen.

"I fine, Zac boy. Wert happenin ter yer lip, kid?" he slurred his words, but Zac had no problem understanding.

You never came to the corner of first and amastad...

He shrugged at the question and pulled out a paper bag, giving it to Marty. It was the food he made in Home Ec. today. "Don't worry about it, Marty. I tripped in gym is all," lieing to the old man easily. Marty didn't need his problems on his mind. THe old man looked at the bag like Zac had just given him gold.

"Ah. Thankya, sweet boy," he gushed, nearly in tears because the boy was always so kind. Zacarius just smiled, shrugging.

"It was nothing. Marty. I'll bring you something tomorrow also. I gotta catch the bus. It's sheperd's pie. Night Marty," he said before the old man cried and hugged him and then someone would think the man was being a pedophile or something.

Lying on the floor...

He waved and Marty waved back as Zacarius headed off, but not for the bus. He moved past the bus stop and walked another block till he saw the neon coffee sign of Wendy's. He smiled and pushed open the door as he came up to it, the bell twinkling.

Where were you? Where were you?

"Welcome!" Cindy chirped and then the waitress saw him. "Oh! Zac. Hey there, sweet cakes. Here for dinner again?" she said sweetly and he moved and sat at the counter, smiling now as the women gushed on how adorable he was. A plate then was sat before him and he blinked at his favorite food. Eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, toast and then a cup of hot chocolate. He looked at Claudia who was smiling at him.

You found me. You found me..

"On the house tonight, cutie," she said, the heavy set spanish woman smiling and ruffling his hair, none of them asking about his busted lip. THey never asked about his injuries, knowing it was not their business. That's why he came to eat here. This place he was safe to not hide himself.

[Lyrics from - The Fray~You Found Me]

[Dreamer]

The very part of him that had been tugged toward the boy, also told him...the youth was injured. It roused that viciously protective part of him, that made him wish to snarl and demand to know the cause of it. How dare someone lay a hand on him. How dare someone lay a hand on the king. Kiel hadn't even realized he was grinding his teeth together as his shimmering eyes watched after the delicate form. It was an entirely uncharacteristic happening, considering he tended to be quite stoic by nature. The demon drug in a breath of air before letting it out in a lone woosh. It would not do to loose his control here, in the middle of humans who no doubt where inaware of anything other than themselves.

Once upon a time, he would have approached this far easier. He'd been a warm, easy going sort. Open, kind. And now he didn't even know how to approach the child. What did you say? 'Hi, my names Kiel and I've been waiting for centuries to find the demon king. Your it.' Not likely. It was rather increasingly frustrated, enough so that he continued to follow at a distance. One would think that after centuries of preperation, he'd have known what to say. But then, neither had he thought the king would be a child.

His cold, stoicism, managing to put off any man or woman who might wish to approach him. And they would, if he allowed it. Unfortunately, he simply drew that sort of attention no matter where he went. The demon carried on down the street. Keeping his distance as he spoke to an old man. Something odd stirring in his stomach at the kindness the boy had when faced with someone not as well off as himself. Was that sensation hope? He'd been so long absent it, he wouldn't recognize it. But perhaps there was a future for Evane after all.

Only once he'd begun to move again, did he do likewise. Quietly continueing onward as if he were just a normal person in the street. Not once did it occur to him, it was perhaps a bit on the strange side to follow someone like that. It certainly wouldn't have been a comfortable meeting had he met the child head on. Rather, he was more than focused upon keeping him safe from a distance. Shortly after his ward-and in Kiel's eyes, that was what he was, arrived at the restuarant, he entered after him.

His tall frame filling up the door immediately, before he ventured further within, while his currently violet gaze swept the room. Falling upon the delicate and almost frail form at the counter. Ignoring the strange softening within his chest, he moved closer and draped himself across a stool beside him. Something smelled rather appetizing, and he was reminded it had been quite a while since he'd last eaten. When one was moving from realm to realm, you tended to not think about it over much.

But he was at a loss about food here. Or whether it was even safe for him to consume it. Even he could admit it was something of an adventure to risk attempting it. And then, once the boy had finished, he could insist that they leave at once. Or at least he would when there weren't so many eyes around.

[Cata]

When I see your smile...Tears rolling down my face

He dug into his dinner happily. He was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Plus he was starving thanks to his brothers. The eggs were tackled first and he happily took the hot food into his body and had to hold back a groan of happiness.

I can't replace...

But as he eat he paused as he heard a faint rumble of someone's stomach. It made him peek over at the man beside him. He blinked. He had never seen such a man. He was so...Refined. Yes. And elegant. Zac caught himself staring and gently he held out a peice of toast to the man with a bright smile.

I will never let you fall...I'll stand up with you forever...

"Here you go..Its wheat and really good. Plus..You're hungry, right?" he offered. his nature a giving, loving one. He sought to help others before himself. It was more because of Nessie that this behavior came out more and more with each day, except at home. "If you want..I can lend you some money from food. You don't look like you're from around here," he said and urged the toat towards the man. He then grabbed his own extra plate, set it down in front of the man and then the toast. Zac grinned at him and then looked back at his own food to continue to savor the delicious breakfast.

Even if saving you sends me to Heaven...

He felt nothing as he ate quietly, his eyes flicking to the clock at times. He would have to catch the bus soon. When he got home he would deal with the scolding from Jane and then move to get Nessie ready for bed. Tonight was bath night and he was going to finish reading her Beauty and the Beast tonight.

Cause your my...your my..My true love..My whole heart...

[Lyrics by: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus~Your Guardian Angel]

[Dreamer]

The sudden voice beside him drew his attention. It was soft and warm; the offer entirely unexpected. For the first time, in a very long time, he had the urge to smile. "Thank you...." He replied-his deep voice full of dark lilting notes and carrying an exotic accent to them. "I admit I would not have known what to choose..." It was hard to admit, but somehow his inadequecy was of little importance in the face of that kindness. Yes, this child would be a good king. A fair king. Fate had finally smiled upon Evane and perhaps himself.

A tentative bite of the food was taken. But he wasn't surprised that it was as good as the boy had suggested it to be. Now his mind was back to wondering about the child. And about the wounds that littered his features. Someone had beat him, rather badly. Again, he felt the same stirring in his stomach. Furious, protective. And then there was the odd urge to soothe those wounds away. All, he told himself, linked to the fact that as Guardian he was connected intricately to the future king.

Finally, he had to speak up. His pale shimmering eyes locked upon the young form. "You are hurt...perhaps something cold, would help?" He suggested, his head canting off to the side. Another bite of the toast he'd been offered, taken. The taste savoured and enjoyed immensely. Probably more in fact, than he should have considering it was nothing more than simple bread.

Kiel was ignoring the fact that he felt horribly awkward and socially backward. Had this been Evane it would have been very easy to simply get this over with. But here, things were differant. And there was no doubt quite a few complications to take care of. Parents, friends, and the like. Otherwise he'd have just whisked him away.