"Of Fiends And Emotion"
Kaehlin
Gavin Hart
921


The sun set on the town of Rovandon, covering it in an ominous darkness. Most of the usually busy townsfolk were asleep or in trance, their glowing weapons and mighty armor laid down to rest until they were needed the following day. A silence had hit the settlement too, broken only by the occasional chatter of the insomniacs and nocturnes, and by the chirping of an ephemeral bird or howling of a passing wolf. The mighty gates that were the passage between the Residential District and the wilderness beyond were swung wide open; the way that always remained until a time of war should fall upon the town. The darkness that led to the Crossroads was broken by two glowing sapphire spheres, moving towards the town. Eyes.

Through the gates strode the mass that was Kaehlin. The tiefling�s red eyes vaguely lit his surroundings; to him, darkness was light, his vision was not impaired by the gloom. The faint beams from a nearby street lamp reflected off Kaehlin�s leathery gray skin and the stone-like horns that topped his head. His velvet-black hair flowed freely down his shoulders swaying in the wind, as did the black cape that hung from his shoulders, attached limply to the black armor strapped around his torso. As he approached his usual sitting place beside one of the many water fountains, Kaehlin let out a loud hiss, revealing the pointed fangs in his mouth, which echoed around the noiseless district. Slumping down, Kaehlin let his longsword rest on the ground beside him; he regarded with little fondness, as his past had made him more accustomed to axes; a weapon harder to come by in these parts.

The tiefling�s mood was worse than usual, and that was quite a thing to be the case. A long, curling scowl was the emphasis of his lips; which were as cold as the glare leaving his glowing eyes. He had much on his mind, much more than usual. There was the half-celestial.

She was different to any he had ever met. Unlike the rest of the world, she looked past his horns, and his fangs, and the other telltale signs of his heritage. The fact he was a tiefling did not bother her. She claimed she did not hate him; something he had never imagined he would hear from anybody�s lips, especially not those of a celestial born being. She was a half-celestial, he knew that, but she was a beautiful one. With that in mind he had used her to pleasure himself; and she had enjoyed it. That had taken him by surprise; he had not expected such a thing� especially not from one of celestial birth. She had wanted to hear her own name spoken by his lips, whilst others would have taken such a thing as an insult and beaten him for doing so; or died trying�. Am�naelihn.

The name awoke him from his thoughts and he saw a pair of figures entering town; others who did not sleep at this time. Rising swiftly from his seat, Kaehlin swept away from the fountain and into the shadows between the armor and weapon stores. His eyes dying to a deep red color, the tiefling watched the couple staggering into Rovandon, giggling together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. One was a well-built human male, and in his arms his lover, a small human girl with shimmering blonde hair. As Kaehlin watched them cautiously from his hiding place, the two humans locked lips, kissing one another deeply, passionately, keenly. Kaehlin did not stop himself snorting at the sight.

The humans were there, taking pleasure in one another, there lips melting into one another�s. This was her purpose to him, and his purpose to her. Surely they were in love, if they could satisfy each other in this way? Kaehlin nodded to himself, deciding that that was love, and swept away from the couple, moving towards the Open Market. He did not see the human man handing the lady a hundred gold pieces for her �services� that night.

What more did the half-celestial want of him? She pleasured him, and he was sure he pleasured her. And still she wanted something more from him that she would not tell him. He had admitted, grudgingly, that he did not hate her and that he did not want her dead. That was not a common thing for Kaehlin. He had never liked someone in his life, and rarely had he desired to keep anyone alive. But never before had someone not disliked him; Am�naelihn was different to the rest.

Kaehlin growled as he swept towards the Market, moving like the wind through the darkness of the dead of night. He did not understand the half-celestial; perhaps because he was so different to her. She was born of celestial blood, and he of demon. They were the opposites. She was the light as he was the dark. These were the thoughts that crossed his mind more often than not.

The second hand salesman, Skylos Wynoll, gasped in shock as the massive tiefling emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing sapphire, cape swirling around him, fangs absently bared. With a gulp he told himself that he�d better be lenient with his prices to this� creature. It did not look happy. Skylos had no idea though. He did not understand the struggle and confusion that was swirling around the tiefling�s mind as he struggled to replace the pieces in the dead before it was too late.