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Prompt#378 –Loop- The Devil Lord - Tekia – Oringial
Title: The Devil Lord
Fandom: original
Prompt: loop
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: There is a noble family that has a strange history.
There is castle that stands under a cliff, partly hidden from view by a waterfall.
The castle had been carved out of the very mountain, the walls impenetrable. The locals called the castle Devil’s Castle, the falls the Devil’s Tears, and the lake Devil’s Pool, for they had been so sure that a devil lived there, once in the not so distant past. The family that owned the castle couldn’t shake that reputation from their name.
And in times of war, the lord of the castle accepted his dark title and let his enemies make their own fear his greatest weapon.
The late Lord Trey had been a kindly soul. He had loved one woman in his life, and when she had been taken prematurely from him by illness, he had loved his son twice as well in the boy’s mother’s absence. He had shunned the court life in favor of the village he had been born in, in the shadow of the castle that his father before him had claimed as his home.
The late Lord Trey had been as different from his father as night was from day, or day from night as the case was. The late Lord Trey had golden hair and pale eyes, like his mother, while his father had been of a much darker complexion. The late Lord Trey had been a scholarly sort, reading about magic, while his father had been more prone to a quick temper and spent a great deal of time practicing the magic that flowed through the family’s line as thick as their blood.
All the same, the late Lord Trey had loved and respected his father’s wisdom and inner kindness that the villagers were unable to see when they had dubbed him a devil. And so he named his son after his father, as the boy was born with his grandfather’s dark eyes and hair.
The current Lord Trey was as different from his father as the late Lord Trey had been from his. His father’s calm nature oft tested his patience, and he found it easier to flee the manor and test his magic in the training field.
Very quickly, the villagers likened the grandson to his grandfather and dubbed him a devil as well.
When war came to his door, Lord Trey accepted his title as the gift it was, for they faced an enemy unlike any before, and he needed what weapons he could get his hands on.
The king wasn’t to be trusted, he knew, and neither were the men the king sent to help guard the lands his family had owned since dawn first shown over these lands.
Their king was a greedy man, not unlike his father before him, or his before that.
Once, the Devil’s Castle had been a kingdom on its own, with allegiance to no higher power.
Their king feared that the Trey family would once more desire to be free from under his rule.
What the king didn’t know, was that the Trey family had dug themselves into a hole that they couldn’t get out of if they were a solitary kingdom. They couldn’t dig themselves out when the king brought war to their door, and Lord Trey wasn’t quite about his ire.
The king had a right to fear Trey.
So he sent to the Devil’s Castle an emissary to remind him that he did owe allegiance to him still. A man to watch over Trey and instill fear into him.
It didn’t quite work that way, if only because Lord Trey was out on the front lines, defending the kingdom from the king’s enemies. The emissary was left in control of the manor, castle, and village while the lord was absent, and he acted like a king on a throne while Trey was fighting for his people.
The village dubbed this man evil down to his cold heart, and prayed for their devil’s return.
Return he did, and it was an unhappy return, for the emissary had brought ruin to the village. Those that couldn’t pay the false taxes had been imprisoned. Those that couldn’t work went hungry. Those that Lord Trey had once called friends were either dead through the war, or through the emissary’s evil. The girl he had fallen in love with had been beaten, traumatized, and broken beyond repair.
Lord Trey waged a new war, destroying that which the emissary had built, reclaiming his ancestral home, and moving into the castle once the manor was burnt in the ensuing battle. The devil had returned to his castle, the people cheered.
Ousting the emissary and reclaiming his heritage, Trey tried his hardest to fix the mess left behind, far more scared of losing what was left of his family’s heritage than of the war he had spent the last ten years fighting in, of losing the woman that seemed to grow more frail with each passing season. He married her, giving her family the honor of his name, the honor they had lost when the emissary had ruined her. For her, Lord Trey would do anything.
Their son, fair like his mother, was as different from Lord Trey had he had been from his father. Their son was so much like his father that Lord Trey named him after his father and taught him the magic that flowed through their veins like blood. He loved his son and wife sometimes it seemed more than his own life.
And he would have given his own life for his wife, but her body could never recover from the pain and hardships inflicted upon her. She wasted away despite his best efforts otherwise. She died in his arms, surrounded by those that loved her, and even with love in her eyes for her husband and son. But she died anyway, and Lord Trey, the Devil Lord of Trey, with all his magic, could not change fate.
There is a castle that stands under a cliff, partly hidden from view by a waterfall.
The current Lord Trey, master of the castle, was a dark man, with a quick temper that spent a great deal of time in mourning for his dead wife or in the training field while his fair son studied the magic that ran in their veins like blood in the quite library.
Fandom: original
Prompt: loop
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: There is a noble family that has a strange history.
There is castle that stands under a cliff, partly hidden from view by a waterfall.
The castle had been carved out of the very mountain, the walls impenetrable. The locals called the castle Devil’s Castle, the falls the Devil’s Tears, and the lake Devil’s Pool, for they had been so sure that a devil lived there, once in the not so distant past. The family that owned the castle couldn’t shake that reputation from their name.
And in times of war, the lord of the castle accepted his dark title and let his enemies make their own fear his greatest weapon.
The late Lord Trey had been a kindly soul. He had loved one woman in his life, and when she had been taken prematurely from him by illness, he had loved his son twice as well in the boy’s mother’s absence. He had shunned the court life in favor of the village he had been born in, in the shadow of the castle that his father before him had claimed as his home.
The late Lord Trey had been as different from his father as night was from day, or day from night as the case was. The late Lord Trey had golden hair and pale eyes, like his mother, while his father had been of a much darker complexion. The late Lord Trey had been a scholarly sort, reading about magic, while his father had been more prone to a quick temper and spent a great deal of time practicing the magic that flowed through the family’s line as thick as their blood.
All the same, the late Lord Trey had loved and respected his father’s wisdom and inner kindness that the villagers were unable to see when they had dubbed him a devil. And so he named his son after his father, as the boy was born with his grandfather’s dark eyes and hair.
The current Lord Trey was as different from his father as the late Lord Trey had been from his. His father’s calm nature oft tested his patience, and he found it easier to flee the manor and test his magic in the training field.
Very quickly, the villagers likened the grandson to his grandfather and dubbed him a devil as well.
When war came to his door, Lord Trey accepted his title as the gift it was, for they faced an enemy unlike any before, and he needed what weapons he could get his hands on.
The king wasn’t to be trusted, he knew, and neither were the men the king sent to help guard the lands his family had owned since dawn first shown over these lands.
Their king was a greedy man, not unlike his father before him, or his before that.
Once, the Devil’s Castle had been a kingdom on its own, with allegiance to no higher power.
Their king feared that the Trey family would once more desire to be free from under his rule.
What the king didn’t know, was that the Trey family had dug themselves into a hole that they couldn’t get out of if they were a solitary kingdom. They couldn’t dig themselves out when the king brought war to their door, and Lord Trey wasn’t quite about his ire.
The king had a right to fear Trey.
So he sent to the Devil’s Castle an emissary to remind him that he did owe allegiance to him still. A man to watch over Trey and instill fear into him.
It didn’t quite work that way, if only because Lord Trey was out on the front lines, defending the kingdom from the king’s enemies. The emissary was left in control of the manor, castle, and village while the lord was absent, and he acted like a king on a throne while Trey was fighting for his people.
The village dubbed this man evil down to his cold heart, and prayed for their devil’s return.
Return he did, and it was an unhappy return, for the emissary had brought ruin to the village. Those that couldn’t pay the false taxes had been imprisoned. Those that couldn’t work went hungry. Those that Lord Trey had once called friends were either dead through the war, or through the emissary’s evil. The girl he had fallen in love with had been beaten, traumatized, and broken beyond repair.
Lord Trey waged a new war, destroying that which the emissary had built, reclaiming his ancestral home, and moving into the castle once the manor was burnt in the ensuing battle. The devil had returned to his castle, the people cheered.
Ousting the emissary and reclaiming his heritage, Trey tried his hardest to fix the mess left behind, far more scared of losing what was left of his family’s heritage than of the war he had spent the last ten years fighting in, of losing the woman that seemed to grow more frail with each passing season. He married her, giving her family the honor of his name, the honor they had lost when the emissary had ruined her. For her, Lord Trey would do anything.
Their son, fair like his mother, was as different from Lord Trey had he had been from his father. Their son was so much like his father that Lord Trey named him after his father and taught him the magic that flowed through their veins like blood. He loved his son and wife sometimes it seemed more than his own life.
And he would have given his own life for his wife, but her body could never recover from the pain and hardships inflicted upon her. She wasted away despite his best efforts otherwise. She died in his arms, surrounded by those that loved her, and even with love in her eyes for her husband and son. But she died anyway, and Lord Trey, the Devil Lord of Trey, with all his magic, could not change fate.
There is a castle that stands under a cliff, partly hidden from view by a waterfall.
The current Lord Trey, master of the castle, was a dark man, with a quick temper that spent a great deal of time in mourning for his dead wife or in the training field while his fair son studied the magic that ran in their veins like blood in the quite library.