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Some thought him human, others knew better. Some thought him psycho, others know better. He is Zanico, Crowned Demon Prince of the Hiell throne, or was…he was found to be a half demon and was disinherited, this is his story.

Zanico grimaced as the wind tore at his long hair hiding his pointed ears, tied back in the human style. He wondered where his pursuers were, they had been chasing him since dawn. In his guise of a human beggar he moved alone the streets freely after all who would look twice at a beggar? The street he turned on next was empty, not a good sign. He saw a human walk cautiously out of a door and be promptly torn apart he knew it for demons work for there was no blood, demons had a assassin spell that cauterizes a wound before it can bleed but does not smell. So they are using spells now eh? He glanced back and saw his pursuers walking towards him. They think they have me cornered…I don’t spend all day running just to be caught! He had been here before and made friends. He leaped over a fence and promptly disappeared, to them any way. He leapt into a door and jumped through a hole in the roof and then ran to Daniels house. “Zane! What…”he whispered just before Zane cut him off “No time! I’m being chased… things are going to get pretty weird K?” Zane barely was able to get the words out of his throat “I need your help.” Dan must have seen some of what he felt, or it might have been that a thud sounded right over his head.
“Zanico… come out, come out where ever you are!” a cruel voice said at the door. Dan’s face clearly betrayed his thoughts, he was terrified. There was a second of pause and Zane barred the door. There were muffled voices then a lurch that signaled a spell taking place then all went black.

Zane groaned awww man! He thought they just HAD to use a stun spell didn’t they!
“Zane what the hell is going on here?!” Daniel asked fearfully, he was human…why didn’t they kill Dan? Odd…he thought. He tried to sit up, but paid lanced though his side and the blackness came back.

“So…you’re the famous Zanico? How odd, I thought you would be taller… oh well.” said a strange gravely voice. Zane twisted around to look at his captor. But all he saw was a tall hooded shadow…he couldn’t smell him either, the wind was in the wrong direction. Zane frowned, wait, the winds not in the wrong direction. There is no wind! Crap. Not the Gravesans! As he was figuring that out the strange figure was getting closer. Too close. He was almost sure that they were the Gravesans. Gravesans are the Blood bath killers of the demon world. All demons feared them, even the king himself.
“What do you want with me?” Zane demanded the Gravesan chuckled, not a good sign,
“Oh our dear little prince, you do know that your father has put a price on your head, don’t you?” Zane went cold.
“And you want to claim it?” Zane tried to keep the quaver out of his voice.
“No.” the Gravesan said coldly. When he said this Zane couldn’t help but twitch what are they going to do to me...oh crap! Dan! He looked at the Gravesan with a mixture of shock and anger.
“Looks like he finally figured it out” said a voice that was painfully familiar. They had turned Dan into one of them. They had turned Dan into a Cold uncaring murder, into a thing that slowly rots away until only a skeleton was left; they had turned his only friend into a Gravesan. One made to kill him, a demon.
“You turned him, just to kill me?” Zane asked before he knew what he was doing. The Pair of Gravesans before him, one was Dan, seemed amused.
“Oh no Zane, you do seem to have it all wrong!” The thing that now was called Dan laughed. “Little did you know, but I was always a Gravesan. You were just too blind to see.” Dan grinned, a lock of black hair falling into his eyes as he tossed back his hood to let Zane see that it Really was Dan. What the hell?! No! it’s impossible! Dan alwase had a smell! And a pulse! What’s going on?! This can’t be happening?! What did I do to deserve this?! To tell the truth by Demon standards he is only 13; where as in human years he is 65. Yet he looked like a 20 year old human.
“What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. To. Me?!” Zane spat out forcefully either though pain or anger was unknown. The Gravelly voiced gravesan stepped back at his tone, he though it sounded rather like a pissed wolf…an extremely pissed caged wolf. Dan was not phased one bit.
“Let this caged wolf go Cornil. They like a chase anyway.” Dan had an odd tone of voice that made ‘Cornil’ look at him.
“They may like a chase, but we were ordered to capture him.” Cornil frowned “but I see your point, let the wolf go, then get paid for our troubles…fine.” Cornil gave in quite easy. When Dan nodded, Zane felt a tell tale lurch and all went black again.