Bergil shook his head, disapproving of his lord's stubbornness and frivolity, for he had seen with his own eyes what Satan's own demon children could do. During its existence, the kingdom of red-eyed demons Flammehav crushed empires, killed millions of other creatures, greedily swallowed foreign lands and despised people for their weakness. Demons knew neither pity nor mercy and killed everyone who stood in their way, destroyed everything they saw fit to destroy. And why only Kaldwind – the kingdom of men had to be born here, on this land, in the neighborhood of Flammehav, whose inhabitants possessed the secrets of the darkest magic, which, according to rumors, learned from the Devil – their creator? It was the Devil who created these brats, for God himself weeps to see how many of his children have been killed by them.
"Oh, that Derek! He's strong as a bear, sure, but I'm still not leaving him alone with that demon. Let him not even ask!" – Bergil thought grudgingly as he descended the wide stone stairs into the courtyard.
– Give your weapons to the sentries," Bergil said rudely to the demon as he approached the strong iron gates guarding the way to the palace.
The demon grinned crookedly.
The demon wore neither armor nor helmet. He was dressed in a beautiful red coat, a snow-white shirt with a large black brooch around his neck, and black breeches. On his feet were tall red boots made of fine leather and decorated with gold patterns.
– Can't you see that I have no intention of killing today? – he said in a sarcastic tone that made Bergil's face flare.
The head of the guards gave the visitor a contemptuous glance: this red-eyed, black-haired demon was clearly mocking the people around him. On the beautiful face of the visitor could easily read the disgust, which, however, he clearly did not hide.
"I know what you hope for in case of conflict, you damn brat: your magic. But it won't hurt either of us this time, and it won't save your thin neck from my sword!" – Bergil grinned grimly.
– 'Follow me. And don't open your mouth until His Majesty addresses you first," he said curtly to the demon and, without turning around, strode quickly into the palace.
Still with the same crooked grin on his lips, the demon followed his guide. Despite his apparent disgust for the city of men and the men themselves, the uninvited visitor looked at his surroundings with his eagle eye and could not help but notice, albeit grudgingly, that perhaps the despicable men were not so poor and ignorant after all, since they were able to build such a beautiful but powerful palace on the inaccessible top of a high mountain, which was in the heart of the capital of Kaldwind – Sturfjell.