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Thanks a lot for your reviews, folks. It makes writing at this fic so much more pleasant than it lready is.
@lucious

Oh, you're cute. Where have you been anyway? I hope I will be able to come up with some more surprises for you. Maybe this

chap will hold one, maybe not. *g* I'm really looking forward to another review from you.
@Jorya

As I know how long time can get when waiting for a story to be updated, here's another chap for you. ^_-
@Queendel

Another of your nice reviews. I'm always looking forward to them. Alexander isn't the fastest in recognizing what's going on.

And he's far too self-centered to belive anybody else could do something great.
Disclaimer: Alexander doesn't belong to me.
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Chapter 26 - A winner's lose
During the next few days Alexander's story about how he defeated the demon queen got more colourful and boastful with every

time he told it. And he told it quite often. Actually every of his generals was granted with at least four different versions

of their king's highly admireable heroic deed. Then of course the low soldiers had to be informed thoroughly and the

historians were left utterly confused. Only the people didn't seem to care about the lack of constant as in the streets the

gossip enriched Alexander's tale to unexpected glorification.
"Ares himself has left the Olymp to fight at the king's side", an old woman whispered to Hephaistion when he strolled around

the market place in search for a silk cloth for Serena, since the succubus had completely ruined her dress during the fight

with Jelaia. No need to say that Hephaistion burst into laughter after he had recovered from the first shock.
Nearchus' Persian soldiers told about a three headed beast with eight arms which had swallowed Alexander's soldiers in one

gulp and whatever their captain said to keep the waves low they wouldn't listen. In the end he gave up and complained loudly

to Serena with whom he had become friends. "My, my, lassie, these guys get on my nerves, dear, they really do. It's no good

to twist the truth, mind my word. Hope the lad feels better soon."
"Nusku's sign appeared above the cemetery this day", Cassander was informed by a merchant, who made a fortune by selling

pebbles from the cemetery which, as he explained, had been blessed by the Babylonian god.
"Blessed?", Cassander shrieked. "This place is the gate to hell!"
"No, no, it was blessed by Nusku", the merchant insisted. "Here, buy a pebble. Maybe one for your wife and children, too? It

is a blessing. It will protect you against all evil."
"Uh, no, thanks", Cassander tried to defend himself, but ended up with a pocket full of pebbles and an empty purse. Cursing

he swore that he would throw the little stones at Alexander's pighead.
And in the high temple of Nusku the priests insisted that Alexander was an avatar of the god of light himself or at least an

apostle. There was sunlight in the king's hair and fire in his gaze, they explained to a totally flabbergasted Cleitus.
"Son of Zeus and now the incarnation of a Babylonian god", the bearded warrior grumbled. "As if his self-esteem wasn't high

enough yet."
All the fuss made about his person didn't rise Alexander's mood though. He grumbled at the stones Cassander had given him

(after deciding throwing them at the king would be highly unwise) and soon got bored and even annoyed by the constant

attention he got. As long as it wasn't Hephaistion's attention he wasn't interested.
But the lovely brunette had no time to spare for the king. His ocean blue eyes these days hardly ever rested on Alexander, as

his whole devotion was reserved for the damned incubus who hadn't yet recovered fully.
Hephaistion had insisted to keep Alexis in his room so that he could care for him. This also meant Serena had moved in. She

hardly ever left her brother's side, except for hunting. She had been able to endure being around humans as long as she was

kept busy by her sibling. Now that he didn't screw her to insanity anymore she felt horribly restless and tempted by the

humans. The stench of the males' testosterone made her itchy and she fled the palace as often as she could without feeling

guilty because she left her brother alone.
To Alexander's dismay Hephaistion did his best to keep the dainty female satisfied. He, who had never been attracted by women,

now banged that little winged nuisance. Everybody around Alexander seemed to get more sex than he. Well, except Alexis. The

incubus was still weak and most of the time unconscious. The chill hadn't left his body yet and to Alexander's utter

annoyance both Serena and Hephaistion did their best to keep him warm with their naked bodies.
One of them was always with the raven haired beauty. None of them seemed to care how lonely Alexander felt. They wouldn't

have minded if he had joined them, but he hated to see how Hephaistion bustled about the winged predator. It made him so damn

jealous he ended up with the most disturbing and frenzied thoughts. Sometimes he even wished the incubus would die so that he

could comfort Hephaistion and pry his thoughts away from his loss by making tender and passionate love to him.
Unfortunately Alexis seemed to recover, slowly though. Sometimes Alexander suspected the golden-eyed demon to deliberately

act weaker than he actually was, at least the king would have done so if he was in Alexis' place. The cursed brute got bathed

by Hephaistion, he was held by him through cold nights, he was cared for by him. To make it short: Alexis got everything

which belonged to Alexander.
After the boastful stories about him hadn't worked to snap Hephaistion's attention back to him, Alexander sulked and allowed

Bagoas to soothe his wounded pride. It didn't work, though, since Hephaistion didn't even notice that Bagoas was back in

Alexander's bed. The brunette was far too busy with Alexis.
Poor Bagoas therefore was granted with his master's irascible temper which didn't do any good to his mood either. He was born

to be submissive, but even his devotion had limits.
So when Alexander again threw him out of his bed in the middle of the night Bagoas made sure he was nowhere to be found for

the next few days. This didn't help much to make time with Alexander any more pleasant.
Alexander lay awake staring at the inky night sky. The silvery moon was hiding behind fluffy clouds, illuminating them.

Sighing the king turned to his left side, then back to his right side. After some time of tossing and turning and of very

unpleasant thoughts and nagging lonliness he got up and left his room in a hurry. He needed Hephaistion and he needed him

now. He would force him away from the incubus if necessary.
He sneaked into Hephaistion's room without knocking, spying on the scene.
Hephaistion was sitting on the rim of his bed, his back turned to Alexander. Alexis was asleep, curled up behind the young

warrior, one arm snuggled around the human's waist. In front of Hephaistion Serena was sitting on the floor, chatting happily

to her human friend.
The room was littered with Hephaistion's colourful robes and scarfs and Serena held up a mirror to admire her face, since

Hephaistion had rimmed her golden eyes with coal and put some colour to her lips and cheeks, too. The make-up emphasized the

angelic beauty of her face. Hephaistion certainly had done a good job, as he had used just the right amount of colour without

making her look painted. She giggled girlishly, chatting happily with Hephaistion, while he combed and braided her crimson

hair. A heap of velvet and silk ribbons and golden slides was placed next to him on the bed. He and Serena looked like the best friends and the succubus seemed to have forgotten about her dislike for clothes.
Alexander was hurt, since he recognized how much fun they were having without him. Hephaistion didn't seem to miss him at all

and he, Alexander, was no part of the little community he had formed with the winged siblings.
"I lose him", he thought frantically. "I have to do something or I lose him." He cleared his throat and Hephaistion and Serena

turned, noticing him for the first time.
"Alexander", Hephaistion greeted him. "What do you want?"
His question felt like a slap to the king's face. There was no concern in his voice, no happiness to see him. Alexander felt

like an intruder, having disturbed the pair's conversation. It would have been very wise now to tell Hephaistion what he felt

and how much he missed him. He would have been welcomed. But at that moment something in Alexander locked and instead of

sharing his emotions with Hephaistion he went straight forward to tyrant's mode. "I will lead a patrol around the country

tomorrow. And you will accompany me." His tone made it clear that this was an order which he wouldn't discuss about.
Still Hephaistion tried. "Alexis isn't well yet. I'd rather stay at his side."
"I give a fucking damn if that winged monster is well", Alexander snapped. "You will do as told." He took a deep breath, when

anger won the battle against reason. "If you chose to defy me I will throw the winged brute out of my palace. They have

claimed my hospitality far too long now."

Serena scowled at him, baring her fangs. "Your such an asshole", she hissed, expressing exactly what Hephaistion was about to

say.
"Don't you insult me, bitch!", Alexander roared. "Hephaistion, I await you in the court at dawn. Don't make me wait. I will

force you to accompany me if necessary." He turned and stalked away, trying hard to feel pleased with himself and the hurt

and shocked expression on Hephaistion's beautiful face. It didn't work. He felt horrible.
"I'm such a moron", he moaned. He thought about returning to Hephaistion and apologizing, but he was far too embarrassed about

himself right now. "Tomorrow I will say sorry", he told himself. Just tomorrow meant another night without his lover, a very lonely

and cold and everlasting night.
"What's wrong with this guy?", Serena asked. She was thoroughly pissed off.
Hephaistion sighed. "He is jealous."
"Not again!" Serena rolled her eyes. She remembered the discussion with Hephaistion about jealousy far too well.
"I have neglected him lately", the brunette said guiltily.
"That doesn't give him the right to treat you like a slave, honey", Serena insisted.
"You're right. However, that's him. He doesn't show his emotions easily if it comes to love. He doesn't want anybody to think

he's weak so he plays the macho."
"Men!", Serena shook her head, acting as if that one word explained everything.
"Alexander", Hephaistion corrected with a deep sigh.

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Little did Alexander know about how pleased some of his generals were with his plans to leave for a patrol with Hephaistion

while the winged beasts stayed back at the palace.
It was Parmenion's idea to hold a secret meeting to discuss about what they should do about Alexander's winged mascots.

Cleitus and Cassander took part and some of the captains, all very concernd about the matter they wanted to find a solution

for.
They sat around a big table, drinking sweet crimson wine from golden goblets. Bagoas was ready to fill their goblets again

whenever they had emptied them, his steps were hardly audible as he moved and he was like a shadow to them. They hardly

noticed he was there.
"These beasts have to die", Parmenion said gloomily. "I don't care if they saved the king or Hephaistion or whomever. They

are a danger to humans and I won't wait until they cause harm."
"Alexander will never allow anybody to harm the siblings", Cassander pointed out. "As long as Hephaistion and he are attracted

by the demons we don't stand a chance to bring them back to their good senses."
"That's why we have to act secretly. Nobody will ever know who killed the monsters", Parmenion said stubbornly.
"That's insane. Alexander will freak out!", Cassander exclaimed.
"It is necessary, though", Cleitus sighed.
"Can't we just leave them alone?", Cassander asked. "They're the only ones left."
"Exactly, a male and a female", Cleitus pointed out. "What if they breed?"
Cassander shook his head. He didn't like the thought of harming the winged predators. They had proven faithful. However he

could also understand the worries of his companions. Their first duty was to keep the people of Babylon and their king safe.

And Cassander still wasn't sure if he could entirely trust the golden-eyed demons. "I wouldn't worry about that too much.

They're brother and sister, certainly they wouldn't..."
"Oh, they would!" Cleitus uttered a dirty laugh. "These depraved beasts did a show for the palace guards only two weeks ago."

"We can't allow that brute to grow strong again. An increase of their number cannot be accepted", Parmenion roared. "We have

to think about the safety of our women and children, we have to take care for future generations. I say, let us wipe this

scourge of mankind from the face of earth so that they never may kill the innocent again!"
"But...", Cassander started.
"What is wrong with you, Cassander?", Parmenion asked. "Would you trust your children's lifes to the incubus? What about your

wife?""
"I have neither a wife nor children", Cassander remembered the old man.
"But one day you will have. These beasts survive centuries!"
Cassander fell silent. He sighed deeply. Oh, Parmenion had a point, still he felt very uneasy. This was just not right, and

at the same time it was the only thing they could do. Why had life always be so complicated?
"Then we agree." Parmenion raised his goblet to drink to their decision. "The demon brute will die!"
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At dawn Hephaistion showed up in the court as ordered. He was clad in his armor and armed, ready for the patrol which could

take several days. He was in a pretty bad mood, his lower lip twitching with suppressed anger. He didn't greet Alexander, but

menacingly scowled at him.
"Know, that it isn't my wish to accompany you", he said coldly. "I just follow your orders."
Alexander nearly winced at his harsh words. He had fucked up for sure this time. Normally he would have exploded with fury if

someone had dared to speak to him in such a manner, but today he felt rather small and weak and was willing to let

Hephaistion get away. He had done enough damage yesterday and he was eager to repair it, since he didn't think he could live

through one night more without Hephaistion.
So, as an answer, he only nodded and mounted Bukephalos. When he led the horse towards the gate he noticed that Hephaistion

didn't ride beside him but stayed behind, his blue eyes flashing gazes like daggers at his back. "Ride beside me,

Hephaistion", The king asked in a soft pleading voice, which didn't sound like his own. The brunette did as he was told and

Alexander found himself granted with an awkward silence.
And just when Alexander thought his day couldn't get any worse, his eyes caught glimpse of a very familiar form, being

carried through the gates in a richly decorated sedan.
"M-mother!", Alexander exclaimed and his jaw dropped open. He had received several letters from her, asking him to bring her

to Babylon. Lately these letters had been more commanding, in the end threatening. And now here she was, despite her age

still as beautiful as he had known her when he was a child. Her temper and cruelty had increased, though, and she had a

frightening determination to get what she wanted.
"Now, is that all you have to say, my dear son?", Olympias hissed. "Get down from that horse and greet your mother with

respect. And then show me my chambers. I am tired and I desire a bath!"
"B-but...", the king managed to say. What did she do here? He had come all the way to Babylon to free himself from her

maternal grasp and now here she was.
"It is a pleasure to have you here, mylady." Hephaistion beamed. He wasn't fond at all of Olympias. She was an evil bitch,

but the look on Alexander's face was priceless and therefore he loved her.
Olympias sneered. "At least one with manners." She held her hand out to her son, awaiting that he helped her to climb out of

the sedan. "The city is a marvelous beauty", she announced. "You should have invited me earlier."
Alexander wanted to tell her that he didn't invite her at all, but that she had obviously invited herself. Instead he asked:

"How long are you going to stay, mother?"
"Well, forever of course, silly." She kissed his cheek when he finally took her hand. "This is my new home. It is so much

more suitable, don't you think?"
"Yes, mother." The amount of luggage she had with her should have told him she didn't intend to leave.
Olympias scanned her surroundings carefully. She seemed to like what she saw. This was really a palace for a queen. It had no

resemblance at all with Phillip's place and this suited her quite fine. "Now, what about this princess, Darius' daughter? Did

I come in time for the marriage?"
"Marriage?", Alexander echoed. He shot Hephaistion an angry and at the same time helpless look, as the young general couldn't

suppress his giggles anymore.
"Well, yes, silly. She is a good choice for a wife. You need an heir. Don't tell me you don't intend to make her yours!"
"Uh, well, actually... no, I don't want to marry her."
"Why not?"
"That's none of your business, mother. I will marry whom I chose not whom anybody thinks of as a good match."
Olympias snorted. "I bet if it was possible you would marry Hephaistion", she remarked sourly.
Alexander blushed. "Uh, mother, we will discuss this later. I was just leaving for a very urgent patrol, so if you please

excuse me. King's duties, you know. Bagoas will show you to your rooms." He kissed his mother's cheek hastily and remounted

his steed, shooing his soldiers out of the palace before Olympias could say anymore.
"Damn", he cursed. "It was so peaceful around here."
"Peaceful?", Hephaistion laughed. "Did you forget about the winged demons and walking dead already?"
Alexander pulled a face. "No, but they didn't bustle about my like she does." But at least her appearance had somehow broken his

lover's bad mood. Alexander dared to smile at him and was granted with a smile in return. His heart made a jolly jump at the

delightful sight.
His departure was watched by a very pleased Parmenion. He first had feared Olympias would persuade Alexander to stay, but now

he was sure she had unknowingly bought them more time for putting his plan to action. The king certainly wasn't eager to

return too soon. Parmenion smiled.
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