The demon without name was unconscious for two days. Many hours each day had Solymr sat by the demon’s side, keeping himself busy with a book. The pale stranger had been moved to a room, so no guests or visitors would be greeted with the sight of the massive demon. Solymr wanted to be there when the other woke up, so he could converse with the stranger. When the nurses had cleaned the demon and wiped all the dirt and blood off him, a shiny, almost pearly white skin was revealed. Neither Solymr nor any of the nurses had seen anything like it.

Solymr felt his curiosity grow each day. This white skinned demon was not your ordinary banished, traveling salesman. No, this one was covered in more scars than you could count with ten hands. Why was the arm ripped off? What was his name? When did he arrive to earth? How old was he? Why did he have an elven tattoo on his chin?

As his thoughts wandered, Solymr remembered that Celeste was arriving to Chavenfort. She was one of the king’s field marshals. A strong woman with a strong temperament. She was as beautiful as she could be mean. Solymr had known her, her whole life. She was related to the king, but nowhere close to being an heir of throne. She had no such interests anyway, Solymr thought, laughing at the idea.

She would wreak havoc to all of Havenhall and especially Chavenfort. Oh dear.

Solymr turned to face the pale demon as he gave a small grunt. The stranger lifted his stump, only to lower it again. He opened his eyes slightly. They were foggy and red. Solymr stood up and stood by the bed. He gently touched the stranger on his intact arm. The white demon looked at Solymr, no change in expression.

‘’Am I in Hell?’’ He asked with a raspy, dry voice.

‘’Elie, veran men.’’ Solymr said in the demon tongue. The other demon looked confused.

‘’Speak Weston, princess.’’

Solymr looked surprised at the other demon. He didn’t know whether he was surprised that the other didn’t speak the demon tongue or being called princess.

‘’Y-you’re not in Hella. You’re still on earth. Y-you must be very thirsty. Take this!’’ Solymr said nervously, handing the other a big glass of water. The other demon just stared at Solymr.

‘’Are you a slave?’’ He asked. Solymr slightly blushed by the question. ‘’No, no I’m not. Please, drink this. You have been through a lot.’’

The other demon kept gazing at Solymr for a minute, mostly to collect his strength. He then tried sitting up, but as he raised his body, he saw his missing arm. His eyes opened up wide in shock. He almost stopped breathing, noticed Solymr. ‘’Y-your arm, it could not be saved. But it has healed well!’’ Solymr tried to cheer up the other demon. The same moment Solymr had spoken, the stranger jumped out of the bed, tumbling into the wall as he kept walking to the door.

‘’Please, do not move so quickly! You’re still ill! You have lost a l-‘’

‘’Where’s my sword?!’’ The demon yelled. Solymr was taking back by the anger and slightly nervous about what the other demon might do. ‘’I don’t kno-‘’ Solymr could not finish talking before the other had stormed out the room and down the hall. Solymr ran after him, yelling for the white skinned one to stop.

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Just by walking a few meters, the pale demon was panting heavily. Still ill and low on food and blood left him greatly exhausted.

He kept walking down the hall till he reached the Medic’s ward. The nurses and the doctors looked at him in shock, and a slight fear filled the room. ‘’Where’s..My..Sword!’’ The demon panted while being drenched in sweat. A nurse quickly pointed to the corner of the room where all of his belongings where. He walked over to the massive sword with wobbly legs. He took the sword in his right hand and carried it down the hall. Solymr came running towards him, with a worried expression. ‘’You have your sword now, please, lay down again! You need the rest!’’

The pale demon ignored Solymr completely and walked past him. The white skinned demon found the open gate to the inner yard with the big statue of Mathilde. He walked into the garden and began swinging his sword like a trained fighter. Solymr stood in the gate opening, looking helplessly at the other as he swung his weapon. He tried swinging it with the one hand he had, over and over, growing more frustrated by each swing. The surgeon who had operated on the demon came running to Solymr.

‘’What happened?!’’ He asked with a serious expression.

Solymr didn’t look at the doctor. He couldn’t help but look at the demon in front of him, who despite being sick, injured and dehydrated, kept going.

The big swords weight and length was too much for a single arm to handle. Each swing was slow, uneven, had too much momentum which led to the pale demon losing his grip. He gritted his teeth with anger. He then yelled so half the castle could hear, and threw the sword like a spear right into the statue of Mathilde.

A loud metallic sound rang in the garden, as the massive sword pierced the bronze statue. It kept in place and was now embedded into the stomach of the saviour, Mathilde.

The white demon fell to his knees and sat on his legs. He was heavily panting and head bowed in defeat.

He felt naked, like a part of him was stripped from him. At the gate opening, both Solymr and the doctor stood in awe and fear by the strength of the horned man.

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‘’What the hell is going on here? I can’t leave for a week and you guys are already fucking this place up!’’ Solymr heard Celeste’s stern voice coming from down the hall. The sound of armour clinging could be heard as well.

Solymr looked at the doctor and told him, ‘’Please, tell Celeste not to intervene. ‘’ The dark skinned demon then went into the garden, before the doctor could protest.

With small, slow steps Solymr came nearer the other demon. He felt bad for him.

‘’I’m so sorry. I-I know it must be hard for you, losing your arm. I know it must have meant a lot to you.

But there are other ways! Maybe you could-‘’

‘’You have no idea what it means. You have no idea what I have just lost. I didn’t just lose a fucking arm, I lost my whole way of living. If I can’t wield my sword I can’t make money. My whole fucking purpose is non-existing.’’ The pale demon said, still with heavy breathing. He sounded so sad, Solymr thought.

Solymr didn’t understand how this stranger’s whole purpose could be wielding a sword, other than being a killer or mercenary.

‘’What is your name?’’ Solymr asked. He knew comforting words would not work at the moment. Trying to cheer the other demon up would be pointless.

‘’Airon.’’