She watched his glowing eyes and with the swipe of his tail, she landed hard upon the ground with a groan. She rolled over and looked straight up. Her scarred and tattered face stared blankly straight up. "<span style="color: #40FF00">My dear Demon King, to regain myself, it would take a miracle. I am cursed to live alone, isolated for eternity. I've been told of how I came to be this way. How my face was marred and my appearance stolen. I know who, so allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Princess Delrae Diana Dysier...Only living heir to King Bartholomew Edward Dysier II.  His viceroy has cursed me to be this monster. Leaching my young and what I would only imagine as attractive appearance to hide his own truth. He uses magic to wear a mask to hide his own hideousness, and forcing the outward appearance upon me. To break this curse he has placed, I would need a man to fall in love with me and sew a new heir within me, but no one wants someone like me.</span>" she said and smirked lightly. The rain slowly began to fall, the drops falling upon her face and she closed her eyes gently as if hoping the rain would wash it all away. Upon closer look, her eyes were the only thing left that wasn't scarred or looked older than she truly was, and they were lonely, but lovely.<br/><br/>Meanwhile at the castle, with the scratch of his tail against her ankles, and how hard she hit the ground, the scratches from his tail and the rock she cut her hand on that she did not mention, became very evident on the Viceroy's own skin. It stung and the flesh opened and slowly black, tar like blood rose the surface of the skin. "<span style="color: #800080">NO! This is wrong.</span>" he called out and turned toward the black glass ball in which he had been watching the encounter through he called out. "<span style="color: #800080">DO NOT harm her. If she dies, I die... DO NOT HARM HER!</span>" He repeated.  He turned away from the ball and waved his hand and the picture that was once there, was gone. Any spells or links to the Dragon was gone. He was both angry and confused as to why his spell has backfired. He'd lived nearly 120 years and this had never happened. He immediately set forth to finding out how to fix this disaster and keep himself and the girl alive long enough to keep her youth and beauty, and end her entirely as he had before.