The boy who stood before Bres, decked out in green with blonde hair and sword drawn couldn’t have been older than six, but his glare of determination and appearance reminded Bres of someone much older, someone from his past. The resemblance and piercing glare was unsettling. Ever since that human had bested him and imprisoned him in this realm, Bres had been afraid of him, though he didn’t like to admit it. He had never expected to see him again, not in this world. It was technically a prison, but it was also his home. He controlled who could enter, and he only let children enter, children too young to be able to defeat him, but old enough to play with. Bres vanished from sight. They boy scanned the room, turning in circles, trying to find Bres.
“Show yourself!” the boy demanded. Bres’s laugh echoed throughout the great hall. He materialized on the boy’s right side.
“Did you miss my pretty face?” he asked, his tongue extremely close to the boy’s ear. The boy turned fast and Bres’s tongue swiped across his face.
“My name is Fern, and I will kill you, monster,” the boy declared.
“With a wooden sword? That hardly seems likely.”
“It doesn’t matter what it’s made of, so long as it pierces your heart.” Fern lunged at Bres, thrusting the tip of the wooden blade towards the Demon Lord’s heart. Bres simply raised his hand and the weapon vanished into a cloud of diamonds. The boy stared at him.
“What have you done with my sword?”
“It’s up there, Dearie,” he said, pointing to the chandelier which hung about high above their heads. “You can’t reach it.”
“You watch me,” Fern said as he grabbed the drapes and began to climb. After he had successfully tore the curtains and given the wall a big hug, Bres tried to talk some sense into the deluded child.
“You foolish boy, come back down before you hurt yourself.”
“If I were you, I’d worry more about your safety than mine,” he explained as he climbed one more foot and grasped around desperately for a handhold. Bres teleported over to Fern on the wall and the shocked boy let go. Even after he fell, the stubborn child refused to scream and instead simply shut his eyes and let his body go limp. He didn’t have long to fall, however, because at that moment, a temporary floor composed of orange diamonds appeared directly below him. It slowly lowered him to the floor. Fern was confused. Bres was not pleased. He drew his own metal dagger with his right hand and gripped Fern’s neck with his other. Not tightly enough to choke him, but enough to ensure that he wouldn’t be able to escape.
“I told you that you couldn’t reach it. Did you think that I was lying to you?”
"I don't see any reason why you wouldn't, monster." Bres smiled.
"There are two things that you need to know." Fern stood as still as he could as Bres made an incision on the back of Fern's forearm. "Firstly, my name is Lord Bres, but you may call master." Blood poured from the cut and began to stain Fern's sleeve. "Secondly, I have been many things in my life: murderer, prostitute, thief. And that was all during the single digit years of my life." Bres smiled, tore away the sleeve, and ran his tongue along the boy's arm, licking up the blood and leaving a trail of saliva on the wound. "But I'm no liar." Then he drew back, snapped his fingers, and sent the boy away to a dungeon cell in the cave of shadows (when you are stranded in your own world, it only makes since to give everything a fabulous name).