“Are you certain this is where the artifact is located?” The Elvish King, who was a pompous asshole, held a piece of paper close to his face, squinting as if that would make the scribbles on the parchment easier to read.
Theo stood there without a single trace of emotion on his face. To those that didn’t know him, he might have come off as rude. There was an aura surrounding Theo that was palpable, as if he controlled an invisible force of chaos and could summon it at will - it was easy to tell, to those that knew him well, that he was annoyed by this interaction with the King. There was a certain way the fallen angel paused before answering that gave him away whenever he found himself in a vexing situation. Though, in this case, to be polite and not insult the Elvish King for wasting his time, Theo took the liberty to wait as he always did until the King made eye contact with him. Then there was a smirk, the kind only Theo could give.
“Have Sent Ones ever been known to lie? What you’re searching for is there, within the heart of the mountains…” There were whispers circulating the room now. Everyone wanted to see the map Theo delivered to the Elvish King, a ruler of elitists and snobs, elves that considered themselves to be of great importance for restricting the magic of the forest to only their kind.
“You will return to where you came from, Sent One,” ordered the King, who was folding the map and sliding it into his oversized robe. “To walk in our land is a privilege, and you know our rules. You may tell your kind that our alliance remains intact.”
“Alright,” was the only word Theo said, and his lack of conversation seemed to bother the Elvish King.
“Get him out of here!” The King sat on his throne, perhaps waiting for the guards to grab ahold of the fallen angel and toss him out, but no such events took place. The guards did however look nervous. They glanced at each other to see who would go first. No one wanted to get on the bad side of Theo, he was a leg