The Devil's Control

Azeroth

In the heart of a world untouched by humans or the normal world with infinite time, where the moon glimmers with ancient silver sparks and the forests with trees that sing with the echoes of the forgotten forest, lived Lord Prince Draven Silver-Kai Lordan, the first-born prince of Azeroth. His father was most of the sternest man ever with not a spark of love in his heart, his father’s age 611 really gave Draven to think about life and how he has to be king. The realm where Dreven had lived for 312 years was not like any other, seen in the annals of immortal kingdoms. Azeroth was the darkest of the kingdoms. Across hills, mist matting the grass, valleys teeming, waves crash at The Blood Lake, and mountains where the wind was stronger than Hercules himself.

Dreven’s lineage of family was as mysterious as the land where he was born. The Castle of the Royal line was only made for Dreven’s family and the family before him and before that. Dreven was crowned early by the fates and had one of the darkest hearts of all Azeroth, birthright found only in those destined to lead Azeroth into the age of kings before him.

Chapter 1

 Draven

It was a dark, stormy night, with the moon at its fullest. The rain kept trickling down my back, shoulders, and neck.

Run. Run. Run. Run.

That’s what I kept telling myself as my father’s guards chased me through the dark market, “Just give up!!” one of the guards yelled out to me. They had no idea I was the prince, of course they didn’t, I was wearing a black hood and my black training armor, “Never!” I yelled back. My footing was wet, and the coble stone was slippery, so I almost tripped a few times. 

Damit, I shouldn’t have said that, now, I’m on my ass in a tree branch.

There were only three things that I could describe myself right know.

Angry.

Annoyed.

And damned.

“Demit,” I mumbled to myself, as I was prying silently for someone to save me from this mess, “Prince?” Mavrick, oh, maverick was the royal Warlock, “Do you need help sir?” I nodded, not admitting that I was running from the royal guards, “you really got yourself in a tangle,” Mavrick said in that Harry potter voice of his. 

“I’d like you not to tell my father about this little……incident.” I say in that confident, stubborn, and British voice, “I will consider it, sir.” With steady hands, Mavrick began to cut away the thorns, careful not to harm me. Each snip was deliberate and patient. At last, after much effort, I was released from the grasp of the thornbush tree.

After I got back to the castle, I walked to my room down the maze of halls finally making my way to my dimly lit room. Sitting on my black marbled poll bed with the silk mattress setting my nerves. A moment later I heard my door open, I grabbed my dagger from under the pillow I hid there a few years ago and shot it at the target. My Brother. Ugh. 

“Kever,” I say, the dagger was just above his head at blond height, “If you plan on killing me you should make it aimed at my head, not my perfectly blond hair.” My brother explained, I smirk, my brother is not so much smirking, frowning actually, “I thought you were in Roughens,” I say with a quit surprised expression. Roughens was the other kingdom 1000 miles bye foot but 300 miles bye horse, “Well I thought I needed to see my big brother…... and the future king.” My brother started messing and twisting his finger, one of his nervous habits but I had my hand on my face and dragged it down, “What is it?” In a stern voice reminiscent of my father’s, "There's more to the story, isn't there?"  

“No” Kever says.

“Yes, there is,” I say.

“No” Kever says.

“Yes, there is,” I say.

“No” Kever says but a little louder.

“Yes, there is,” I say sterner.

My brother, at last, informs me, "Father has detained a prisoner whom he wants you to stay away from, as she refuses to speak and is very…. stubborn. The woman attempted to assassinate you during your address to the guards. I intervened and prevented the attack." I observe him closely and inquire, "She?"  I say in a curious as well as angry, my Kever starts back tracking but I’m already out of my room. “Father!” I yell, my voice slicing through air, like a sword, “Well, well, seems like your brother can not keep a secret to save his life.” My father says slowly, I smirk, “No, I guess he cannot.” 

“You really thought my own brother would take that secret with his life?” I look at my father like I haven’t known him my whole life, “I guess the palace guards aren’t too well trained for sniffing out enemies,” I finally frown my voice getting deeper and quieter with every word out of my mouth.

 “And what do you intend to do with her?” My father looks at me, “Her?” I grit my teeth together and say through them, “You know who I’m talking about,” My father’s lips curve up just a little and he says sarcastically, “Oh, do I now?”  my father rarely uses sarcasm, but I guess today is the day, “If you plan on being scornful,” I say through my teeth, “then I best be on my way,” I start walking towards the door.

“WAIT!” my father says through a booming, loud, and finally serios voice, I turn on my heels and say, “Yes?” with a smug expression. “I will give you the information about her, but that is all I will let you see,” I thought about it, I node and started walking out with papers my father gave me about the woman.

I’m out side in the court yard looking at the name “Ivory Marex Varrix Nighting-gale,” I scoff, “Long name, if you ask me,” my eyes widen as I see what she looks like, “Oh god, she is, attractive,” her blue hair, gray eyes, amazing body made my heart beat out of my chest, “What the hell? Nope, I hate her, I do not like her at all, I mean why would I like her? she tried to kill me for god’s sake,” I then get all the images of her out of my head.

That night I’m in bed looking at the papers that my father gave me and I frown at the end of the folder, “That’s it?” I look through the folder again, “That’s……. not a lot of info.” I frowned, then lay on my bed and closed my eyes: 

A dark a figure is at the end of a hallway wearing my cloak “Who are you?” I run to him and grab my dagger I tried to slice his face but then, I feel it twisted at me the sharp blade in my heart …...” I will be the death of you, Prince”

“What the hell!” I jolt awake in a cold sweat, my bed sheets on the floor, I’m still in my dimly lit room, “Sir?” I snap my head up, “Mavrick,” I say more relieved than happy, “I’m fine, nothing to worry about.” Maverick did not look convinced, but he said nothing in return. 

I walked through the long hall in the palace my head down thinking about the voice, “It sounded so much like mine”

I breathed deep, “Don’t forget to exhale,” the voice I turned around quickly, “Lady Hareth Elisabeth,” I bow and firmly grab her hand and kiss the top of it, “Excuse me overly confident self,” I say, smirking, “You mean your over explained way of almost killing my cousin?” my smirk just gets wider and stand up straight and lead my hand out, “Would you like to take a walk through the Parted Garden?” I say with a curve at my lips, “I could I not?” we walk off intro the Parted Garden.

Chapter 2

Ivory

Moonlight barely sliced through the cracks in the stone ceiling, painting faint silver ribbons across the cold walls. Ivory, a girl no older than 28, sat chained to the damp bricks, her wrists aching from the iron cuffs that bound her. The dungeon was silent except for the drip-drip of water and the distant scurrying of rats. Fear never crept into her heart, but at this moment she knew she was in trouble. Although my mind was sharper than the blades that kept me prisoner.

I pulled at the chains, testing my strength, but with no such luck. My eyes darted around, scanning for anything that might help me. The jackass guards who had thrown her into this pit underestimated her thankfully, thinking her small and helpless. But I had spent my childhood solving puzzles, picking locks, stealing, lying, and fighting. She knew there was always a way out—if she could find it.

Remembering the piece of wire, she’d tucked into her sleeve before being captured. With difficulty, she reached into the torn fabric and wriggled the wire free. Her fingers worked in the darkness, twisting and bending. The lock on her cuffs was old and rusty—a perfect target for her skills.

My leather boots barely made a sound against the cold stone as I walked slowly, and her slender hands gripped twin daggers that glimmered in the torchlight. She was small in stature, but her reputation for agility and cunning had already begun to spread beyond her quiet village a few thousand miles North.

As she approached the first old oak doorway, two hulking dungeon guards barred her path. They were certainly clad in heavy armor and wielding rusty swords, they sneered, certain that this girl was no threat. I smirked, her confidence unwavering. This will be simple.

With a sudden burst of speed, she darted forward, rolling beneath the first guard’s sweeping blade. She flicked one dagger, slicing the laces of his boots and his feet; he toppled with a confused grunt, blood everywhere. The second guard lunged, but Ivory twisted away, her braid whipping as she spun. She danced around him, light on her feet, and with a quick, precise motion, thumped the blunt end of her dagger in his skull. The guard staggered, dazed, and crumpled to the ground. “Oh, crap” I weaved my legs around the guards’ dead bodies, “Just don’t step on one,” I reminded myself, “This is not how I was planning my day to go.”

Under the pale silver moonlight, the city stretched out like a maze of stone and shadow. High above the winding, empty streets, ivory really tried not to think about the way down across the sloping rooftops, her breath strong and controlled in the crisp night. She never faltered, leaping the dizzying gaps below with sure-footed certainty, her heart alive not with fear, but with bold anticipation. Her path demanded nerve, skill, and to be not afraid of heights. She vaulted over chimneys, glided past skylights, and balanced with the poise of a dancer along the highest ridges. The night wind swept her hair back, but she kept her eyes forward, focused on the marble spire of her goal. With each stride, her determination grew…. then I slipped, “Motherfu-”

That fall didn’t hurt, just so much the dagger in her thigh, that would hurt like a bitch later, stepping into the dew-soaked garden, Ivory breathed deep, victorious. “Excuse me?” a boy stepped forward and I stepped back, “Sorry, did I scare you?” the boy had short blond hair, green eyes, and a little taller than me, he was wearing fitted armor just on the shoulders and lower arm, “No,” I said firmly, he did not scare me but he looked so familiar, “I’m Prince Kever” that, was who he was, “You’re the one that stop the attack,” I said gruffly the boy only smiled smally and said, “Well, I can’t have my big brother making a show of himself getting stabbed,” he said slowly as his eyes landed on the dagger implanted into my thigh, “I’m fine” my voice was raspy from the dizziness of blood loss then I stumbled, “Slow down there,” he came and cote me before I could fall and I tried to push him away but was to weak and a minute later I was out cold.

“Get off of me!” I struggled as two strong hands gripped my arms holding me as a boy, maybe around 20 stabbed me in the heart.

I bolt awake, “ok, ok,” I say in a hushed tone then I look over, the boy from earlier was sleeping on a chair next to me, “Um,” I slowly getting up eyeing my sword from the other end of the room along with my 12 daggers, 8 knife’s, twin daggers, and my small needle I used to pick the lock on the chains in the dungeon, I quickly get up and shuffle to my weapons’, “Didn’t know a girl could use so many daggers” a voice said behind me as I launch a dagger towards the target, “Shit” I turn and see I skid the boys chain mail open, “Not sorry” I say flatly, “and next time I won’t miss” the b-Kever- only looked at me like I was insane, “So, that’s what I get for saving your life?” I scoff and ask, “Why exactly did you do that?” Kever breaths and says, “Because that is what normal human beings do,” I look at him, “Thank. You.” I say as slow as possible like the words don’t exist in my vocabulary.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window of the dim room, illuminating the worn floral rug with golden patterns. Ivory sat composedly on the edge of the bed, her attention drawn to the dust motes drifting in the shafts of light. Seated across from her, Kever leaned against the windowsill, the ambience sounds of the village subdued by the closed glass. For a brief period, the only sounds were the distant murmurs of the world outside and the steady ticking of the clock upon the wall tick, tick. Breaking the silence, Kever addressed me with a gentle yet sincere tone. “May I ask where you are from?” he inquired, genuine curiosity evident in his expression. I barely smile and explain, “Somewhere very far away,” Kever looked at me with an unpleasant frown, “Physically or mentally?” he asked but I gave him a warning look.

A thoughtful silence ensued, palpable within the opulent chamber. Despite its magnificence, the palace seemed diminished in comparison to the air of mystery that accompanied her. Kever came to recognize that his intrigue centered less on her origins than on her singular presence and the secrets she harbored. “You can stay, even though you choose to be more stubborn then my brother,” a smirk flickered on my lips, just for a split second. Then I started walking out to the palace, Kever following behind me.

Tall windows stretched from floor to ceiling, draped with velvet curtains, the color of deep midnight. Silent portraits gazed down from gilded frames, as if watching the unlikely pair below. Kever slowed his pace, offering me a gentle smile, I did not smile back. He seemed both regal and vulnerable—not the heir, but a young man with his own silent burdens.

“Did you know,” he began, his voice low and sincere, “I’ve walked these halls a thousand times and yet, tonight, and every other night, I’m left…. unsatisfied.” He glanced at her, searching for understanding in her eyes. “People think that being a prince, even the second-born, is all about luxury and celebration. But in truth, there’s loneliness and vulnerability,” Ivory, captivated, as they meandered past towering pillars and murals of ancient battles. “My brother was always destined for the throne,” Kever continued, speaking with a candor rarely found within palace walls. “My role was always beside him, never before him. Every move I make, every word I say, is measured by second born to first born—rarely for itself. Sometimes I feel invisible, even among my father that sends me to get my brother.”

They paused before a massive stained-glass window depicting the kingdom’s past kings. The colored light painted their faces in hues of sapphire and emerald. Rain pattered against the stained-glass windows as Ivory, her boots caked in mud and her jacket torn at the elbow, stood before the panel of the gentle prince before her in the palace’s grand hall. Kever’s gold armor gleamed in the torchlight, but my eyes shone brighter still—defiant, unyielding, and sparkling with the hint of a smirk. She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up, refusing to flinch as Kever’s voice unknowingly became demanding “Explain yourself. Why did you try to kill my brother?” 

I grinned, cocky and sure. “Why? Because you locked the truth away behind those gilded gates. I’m not the kind of girl to sit at home and twiddle her thumbs while the world turns upside down. When I heard rumors—about secret meetings of war—I couldn’t just ignore them. You see, I’m stubborn. If there’s a door in my way, I open it. If there’s a rule, I break it. If someone tells me I can’t, I prove them wrong.” Kever flinched and turned just a hint cowardice, “I didn’t know about the war in your kingdom,” I see his hand brush mine and I pull away, “No,” Kever stepped back, she stood tall, stubborn as ever, and let her words hang in the air. Kever glanced at the massive stained-glass window of the kingdom’s past kings.

In the glowing gardens of the royal palace, amber light streamed through the rose trellises, casting a soft warmth on the cobblestone path. My dark blue hair shimmering in the sun, walking away with determined steps from the marbled fountain at the heart of the courtyard. Behind her, Kever stood frozen then got up to stop her. He watched her walk away, unable to find the words to bring me back. The garden, once full of life, grew silent except for the sound of Ivory’s footsteps fading into the evening.

It would be days before their paths crossed again, each carrying the weight of unspoken apologies and lessons learned. But as I walked away, I knew I was no longer just looking for a way to stop a war, I was looking for vengeance.

She moved along the wall’s edge, crouching low as a pair of guards exchanged banter near the grand hall. Their laughter echoed, momentarily masking the sound of my careful footsteps. She grinned, her pulse quickening—she was only a few yards from her goal: the royal library, rumored to hold a secret she was determined to uncover.

Suddenly, the wind shifted, and one of the guards glanced in her direction. Then a strong muscled hand griped her waist and a hand over my mouth. I froze, holding my breath under the strong hand. The guard squinted, but after a moment, shrugged and resumed his post. Sweat trickled down Ivorys’s brow, but she steeled herself.

The grand staircase loomed ahead. I paused, counting silently as to run from the man holding me in place, “Get off of me!” the man didn’t listen, “No,” his voice was stern, deep, and had a strange accent to it, “I will get off of you if you don’t run away,” I felt his smirk and cursed under my breath but agreed, “Who the fu-” then I freeze and looked at, him, “Well, people call me lord or prince but, you,” he grimaced, “can call me Dreven.

“So,” I clapped my hands together and did exactly what he told me not to do. Run. 

“What the f*ck you little son of a bitch,” he ran after me and surprisingly fast, “What the hell,” I came to a stop only to be greeted by Kever, “Seems like you were right, we did cross paths,”

I looked behind me and groaned as I felt the ma-Draven-grip my arm, “Seems like you have met Kever,” Draven announced.

Chapter 1

 Draven

Of course, I am met with my worst enemy and the brother that found her, “So your name is? Ivory?” Ivory smirked; she hadn’t said a thing ever since I chained her to the dungeon wall, “Ok, we can do two things,” I started with a smirk, Ivory didn’t seem to be found of.

“First, you can tell me why you are here and you also have to tell use everything about you,” I started, “Or, if you don’t, I will have to do this the hard way,” my hand sliding down to my dagger, “Is free will really not a thing in your kingdom?” Ivory asked with a grin as I growled, “Oh it can be,”

So, she picked the hard way, “Oh ssssshit,” I smiled and started to say, “Have you decided to become cooperative?” her hand moved to her burning leg, “now if you have just said why, you were here,” Ivory shook her head and said, “Fuck. You.” I frowned, “Wrong answer,” I stabbed her this time, “Stop,” my brother in the corner had not said a word since I mentioned torcher, “she can’t say anything if she is dead,” I shrugged and left the dagger in her leg as I walked out, “My brother just saved your life,” then shutting the door.

In the grand hall of the ancient palace, the flickering torches cast restless shadows across marble pillars and golden tapestries. The atmosphere was charged, tense with the weight of what was at stake. I stood rigid, my features hard with resolve. Across from him, his younger brother, Kever, paced in agitation, his eyes pleading for reason. Mine were not.

Kev shook his head, desperation lacing his voice. “Strength is not measured by cruelty, brother. If we torture this girl, we abandon the very principles our mother fought to preserve. Let us not become monsters in the name of power.”

Drev’s gaze remained cold, unmoved. “She could be dangerous. She might know secrets that could doom us all. Are you willing to risk our kingdom for the sake of one invader’s comfort?” I tried to make Kev understand adding, “Need I remind you, she tried to kill me?”

Julian stepped closer, lowering his tone. “She’s not our enemy—at least, not yet. If she’s a spy, she fails. If she’s desperate, perhaps she needs our help. We must listen to her story before passing judgment.”

 “Why do you always hesitate, Kev? You were born to protect this kingdom, too. Mercy is a luxury we cannot afford.”

Kever’s expression softened, but his stance was resolute. “Leadership is more than harsh punishment. It is about wisdom and compassion. Torturing a defenseless girl would stain our family’s honor forever.” My frown deepened as I said, “She had 12 knives, 2 swords, 8 daggers, and twin result knifes,” I said with actual amusement.

Kev placed a gentle hand on his brother’s arm. “Then we will face the consequences together. But tonight, let us prove that mercy can be mightier than fear.” I paused and said, “YOU, will face the consequences if anything goes wrong.”

I stood at the corner of the dungeon death glaring Ivory as my brother spoke, “I need to know your story,” he said gently, “If I say anything it will be kept privet?” my brother nodded.

The doors creaked open. Drev entered first, his eyes sharp and cold. Kever followed, less confident, less cold, but determined. The girl sat chained to a chair, her eyes defiant despite the bruise on her cheek. On a table beside her lay the wicked blade she had carried.

I spoke, his voice was low but commanding. “Purpose.”

The girl straightened her back. “I came for the firstborn.”

Derv’s lips curled in disgust. “Why? To steal? To kill?”

Ivory’s gaze flickered. “Not for gold. Not for blood, unless forced. He is the key. The prophecy—he must be removed.”

I leaned in, his patience thinning. “Prophecy? Speak. Who sent you?”

Ivory smiled bitterly. “The world is changing. Your father’s rule has cast too long a shadow. They sent me to break the chain. If the firstborn falls, the line breaks, and the suffering ends.” 

My face darkened as he processed her words. “You came to murder me for politics.” He slammed his fist on the table, causing her to flinch but not waver. Drev’s hand hovered over the knife. “You surrender so easily. Is your mission worth your life?”

She shrugged “Maybe.” 

Drev’s knuckles whitened around the hilt of the knife as his mind whirled with conflicted thoughts. He had never imagined himself in such a moment—forced to weigh mercy against vengeance, against forgiveness. She did not beg, nor did Ivory threaten; she simply gazed into Drev's eyes with a steady challenge.

"Why do you not plead for your life?" I whispered, the words barely audible. The prisoner’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"Because I know what kind of prince you truly are," she replied. "You seek vengeance, but you fear becoming what you despise." I gripped the knife in my hand lunged to hold it against her throat, “You know nothing,” a drop of blood starting to spill out of her neck as my brother walked over, “let go,” Kev’s hand was on my shoulder and I was on the verge of killing this bitch, “Fine.”