at least what he isn't willing to admit. He cares about her, and I don't believe he is capable of hurting her."
"You better hope you're right, Kyna, because if not, you just sent Nova to her death."
Chapter 11
"Master," Clack said timidly as he came into the library where Drake was standing in front of the fireplace, a tumbler full of whiskey in hand. "I am sure the young lady will want
some breakfast, would you like me to have something sent up?"
"No one is to go near her room, Clack. You and you alone may bring her meals and see to her needs. The others cannot be trusted, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Master," Clack said as he bowed his way backwards, out of the room.
Nova heard a knock at the bedroom door but ignored it, assuming it would be Drake. The knock came again, and she decided Drake wouldn't knock to begin with, so she called for whoever it was to enter. In came the homeliest little creature she had ever seen. It stood about three feet tall and had stunted little ears that were all torn up; its wrinkled face bore a piggish nose with only a few teeth within its twisted mouth, and all of this was covered in a rust colored skin. Its human like eyes kept it from looking terrifying, actually making it almost cute. "What are you?" she asked curiously before she could stop herself.
"I am an imp my lady. My name is Clack." he said in a surprisingly deep voice, bowing before her.
Nova held in a giggle, suspecting that Clack would not appreciate being laughed at. Although her thoughts were rife with laughter at his contrasting image. His appearance not at all in line with the proper and obviously male voice. "Hello, Clack"
"Master has entrusted me with your care, is there anything I can get you? Something to eat or drink perhaps?"
Even though her throat felt drier than the Sahara and her hunger was at cannibalistic levels, she refused to eat or drink anything the traitorous demon had to offer. "No, thank you, but if you could tell your master that he can kiss my ass if it so pleases him, that would be wonderful." Nova responded as haughtily as she could.
Clack stood there in stunned silence. No one talked to Master like that. Suddenly, he smiled a full hundred watt smile, revealing that he did indeed only have a few teeth. "Yes, my lady, I believe I shall relay your message in kind." Bowing again, he left the room.
Nova wondered how long Drake would hold her here and what his intentions were. He seemed so cold and distant one minute, violent and deadly the next. Drake was definitely a dangerous man and very unpredictable. She couldn't help but reflect on what made him who he was. Was he born a demon or did he decide to go dark? Is that a choice one can make? Who knew, but she sure didn't care enough to find out.
Later that night, deciding he couldn't put it off any longer, Drake walked out to the court yard and looked around at all the demons waiting to do his bidding. These were the worst of the worst, the deviant outcasts even in the Underworld. Some looked as human as he, while others were beast like or just plain hideous. He had a moment's hesitation, wondering how Nova would react to what he was about to unleash on the world, then he shook it off. This was his destiny, his evil cross to bear, and bear it he would. "Demons, I stand before you as your leader." This caused grumbling from the crowd, they preferred to think of themselves as loners, answering to no one. One particular demon grumbled louder than the rest. Drake recognized Felken as one of the mid-level demons from the Underworld. He was the type of being that thought he was above all others. Drake would have to keep an eye on him. Continuing he said, "I want you to go forth into this tainted, miserable world and cause as much chaos and disruption as possible. Tear down their towers, crush their weapons, kill their corrupt and their evil and any others who would stand in your way." A cheer went up, their