She cried out in pain as she violently smashed into the carpet, her head bouncing off the ground.
“Have you seen Darkous?” Michael asked, glancing between Joey and Goodwin.
The Corporal nodded, “Yeah, he’s gone to his study. I wouldn’t disturb him if it isn’t important.”
Michael snarled slightly, turning away from Goodwin as he grabbed the princess by her hair; dragging her from the ground. She stumbled as he picked up his pace, barbarically tugging her back up the stairs by her hair. She whimpered as her scalp burned, her hair still damp from the bath. This time, her uncle’s comrade stopped on the third floor launching her into the ground as he stepped of the spiralling staircase. Giving her no time to recover, he grasped her wrist; pulling her along the floor. Elika fought to rise back to her feet, tripping over the large dress.
Michael stooped outside a deep oak door, knocking twice before entering as the
“Michael, look at her.” Darkous said, commandingly; taking a step back.Elika yelped in surprise as Michael’s grip tightened before he finally released her, moving to stand beside the dark lord. She took a hesitant step back as his face also registered shock; his raven black eyes coated in confusion. He reached out to grab her wrist as she continued to back away, tugging her forward. She gulped, not knowing what was wrong as they stared. Her father had always said that her face resembled an abomination, ordering that she always cover it with the powder her mother forced her into wearing. Is that what they were staring at? The princess was unable to hide her sorrow, knowing that her face was bare and completely on show. If she were at home, her father would punish her. But there, as a prisoner of the dark lord; he never supplied her with anything to powder her face. To hide her features.“She looks like your mother ... But how can that be possibl
The psychopathic lord slowly sat in his chair, watching as the little princess remained silent. Her shoulders shook as she cried, her head placed gently onto her knees in sorrow. He leaned back in the leather seat, waiting to see if she would speak. When the silence stretched out, he sighed deeply; turning to glance down at the mountain of paper work on his desk. At this rate he would never get anything done, especially with the girl sobbing so loudly. Darkous was always left with all the work, his brother Hades useless with the political side of ruling hell. When the psychopathic lord came to rule over this dimension with his brother, he never expected the amount of paper work involved. And yet, he basked in knowing that the people could do nothing without his approval; especially when it came to leaving through one of the many portals situated around the capital city. Hades remained the king while Darkous was the prince; though that was the way the psychopathic lord liked it. He d
“Yes, the gut feeling is about you. And usually I go with my gut feeling, it is always correct. You are a very strange and interesting immortal. I didn’t just want any child under my supervision; I wanted you under my supervision.” He explained, taking a small draw of his cigarette.“My brother has gut feelings ... He says that you should always follow them because they lead you to the truth...” The little princess uttered, attempting to understand what the psychopathic lord was telling her. She took a deep breath before continuing, her tone small and timid as she looked up at him. “Why did you want me under your supervision, sir?”“My gut feeling.” Darkous continued to smile as he flicked the cigarette into the small ashtray on his desk; his mechanical white eyes locked onto the girl.“But ... Sir I ... You had never met me until you led a surprise raid on the palace ... Before they could hide me as th
“Okay! ... I ... Erm ... What is the paperwork that you have to finish?” She whispered, her eyes locking onto the desk as she searched the study for something to ask about; her uncertainty clear as she spoke.“It is about Dorian, the armies, any new construction throughout hell.” Darkous replied, rising back to his feet; satisfied that the girl was speaking.“So ... You the one that makes all the decisions about the people and the way hell is run?” she asked, attempting to hold the conversation as she stared at the psychopathic lord with hesitation.Darkous strolled back around his desk, taking a seat in his large chair. “Hades is never good with the political side of things, so he gets me to do all this.”The young princess nodded, biting her bottom lip as she spoke. “Okay ... Jake and Timmy take turns with the political side of heaven ... Sometimes I watched them work for hours, the paperwork continu
Elika stretched her legs, waiting until the muscles strained before curling back into a ball on the large black couch. She woke slowly, yawning as her eyes flickered open. Breathing deeply she glanced around the living room, noticing that the dark lord was asleep in his armchair. She scanned the room for anyone else, smiling when she saw the lion-like black dog lying in front of the fire; snoring softly as he slept. She wondered how long she had been asleep, unable to tell as the sun never rose in the hell dimension; leaving the days cloudy and dull. The princess laid her head back on the couch, deciding against leaving Darkous’ side. She had the opportunity to run, yes; but Elika knew that she wouldn’t get far. Besides, the consequences of her last escape were more than she wanted to endure. She closed her eyes, attempting to drift back into sleep. Only, that was an impossible task as her mind came alive with questions; each about either her uncle or hell. Hours seemed to pass befo
The dark lord sighed, cracking his neck as he spoke. “Alright. We shall not attack them.”The princess’ eyes widened in shock as she looked up at her uncle, dumbfounded and relieved by what he had said. Unable to believe it, or understand why he had given in so easily to her cries. “I ... Really? ... You won’t attack?”“If you shut up, I won’t attack. But if I hear any sound from you, I will change my mind.” Darkous proclaimed, a smirk slowly appearing in the corners of his mouth.Elika nodded silently, turning to look around the large barracks. She jumped, yelping slightly as a black hole snapped into view only a few feet away from her; hidden between the large metal lockers. The dark lord tugged her towards the blackness, his grasp tightening on the chain attached to her collar. He chuckled, pulling her into the black depths of the portal as she attempted to tug away. The princess whimpered as he propelled
One of the guards glanced towards her, lowering his eyes almost instantly as he began to speak; his tone docile. “It is a sign of respect to royalty, princess. We have been instructed to bow in the presence of all royal blood, it was in our training.”“Very well, but if you believe that it is a way of showing respect. Then I will do it also.” Elika decided, remembering the tone her mother forced her into using as she lowered her head towards the soldiers; believing that they deserved more respect than she did. After all, they protected the city; ensured that the people were safe and free from attack at all times.“What is your request, princess?” The second soldier asked, helping her back to her feet as he stood.Elika’s smile dropped as she cleared her throat, her tone littered with fear. “Darkous is here with his army, I was his prisoner but escaped to come here. We have to sound the warning bell, inform the peop
“Dorian, you can go home. I’ll take care of the her.” Darkous sighed, taking a long draw of his cigarette as he strolled towards the front door; opening it for the feral immortal.“You’re asking me to leave?” Dorian asked, snapping his attention towards his comrade.“No.” The dark lord muttered, flicking his cigarette through the open door before he continued to speak; his irritation increasing. “I’m telling you to leave.”“Fine. Just make sure she squirms. Or I’ll do it for you.” The feral man sighed, storming out of the front door.“Yeah, yeah.” Darkous mumbled, slamming the front door before turning his attention towards the princess. “Now, what should I do with you?”“I don’t know.” Elika whispered, continuing to stare at the ground; her fear rising as she wrapped her arms tighter around her stomach.
Elika’s eyes snapped open as she bolted upright, her heart racing as she recalled the event of the last day, knowing that she would pay for what she did to Hades, along with aiding in Persephone’s escape. She imagined that the dark Lord would make her suffer for what she had done, but she had seen no other way, she had to help the goddess. She turned her head from side to side, the mattress of a large canopy bed soft beneath her frame as she searched the room she had been assigned when she had first been forced to stay with Hades. Relieved that the guards had placed her there rather than in the dungeons below the mansion. Only, she had not truly meant to harm her uncle so much, it had been as though she was trapped within her own body, a passenger forced to watch as someone else steered you into danger; unable to do anything to prevent it. The young immortal felt different somehow, something inside her twisting and changing, making room for something she had yet to under
The young immortal princess whimpered, her vision blurring as her mind fought to regain control, her abilities appearing utterly useless against her uncles vast power; proving to be more than she could handle alone. Her muscles wailed in response to the agony, every bone in her body quivering in terror and apprehension of what was to come. She pitied Cerberus as she thought of the three headed dog being treat the same way as she was now, knowing in her heart that the beast would only follow his commands out of necessity, riddled with horror of what would occur if it did not do as its owner ordered. She wondered for a brief moment if she would grow to be the same, blindly following the will of those around her so that she might avoid a consequence that her ID creates.Breathing deeply, she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, willing herself to be still; to not react to the pain. You have faced enough torment to know that there is always an end to the pain, all you have to do
The young immortals hand snapped up to cover her cheek as it erupted in pain, her eyes widening in shock as she took another step back, silenced by Darren’s outburst, his tone and mannerisms something she had only ever seen from the others.Michael stepped forward, placing a hand on Darren’s shoulder in order to calm his comrade down, his tone stern and unforgiving. “How did you get out, pup? I am really interested to learn how you got back to this dimension without the help of someone who can summon a portal. So please enlighten me, who helped you escape?”Elika bit her bottom lip, cautiously attempting to think of a lie that would aid her; knowing that she couldn’t tell the truth. No matter how badly they wished for it. “I don’t know, I woke up in the forest and then ... “ She paused, glancing around the throne room in sadness, her chest contracting in worry for her family. “I found my home destroyed and my people
Elika was deserted, alone in the darkness. Her whole frame trembling as she stood, desperately searching the eerie black room; praying that there would be someone to appear and help her. Someone who could save her from her never ending fate. The fate the creator had so savagely forced upon her. She repeatedly glanced in every direction; paranoid of what she suspected would come to her in the endless blackness, petrified that it would be the creature of her nightmares. The one thing she feared above all else. The thing that always won. Sending her back into the pits of fire where she was deemed to belong. The walls seemed to close in around her, appearing so lively that something might reach out and take a hold of her; dragging her back down into the pits of hell. The immortal princess gasped, her legs quaking in fear and apprehension, now barely able to sustain their own weight against the darkness.The distant sobbing wails of her family assaulted her ears, pushing Eli
Elika stared down at the note, her mind racing at all that entailed, at what exactly the words suggested. She folded the small paper, placing it into one of the small compartments in her gown, before quickly opening the pack; grateful at what it held. She pulled out a simply crafted hunting knife and a 9mm pistol, carelessly tying the black holder around her ankle with the supply belt and loading the gun. Whatever her saviour believed waited for her, the immortal princess had to be ready; prepared for what she may find beyond the folds of the forest.She connected with her surroundings, allowing the worlds to swarm around her as she always had when she was a young child, the trees smiling as she greeted them, and the wind hissing with joy at her return. Because this was it, Elika had made it home, made it back to the place where she had been raised; the place her family continued to reside in. All she wanted now was see her brothers once more, her mother and her father. She n
She asked herself, her heart rate intensifying as she pushed herself back up, one again ready to face the unpredictable crowd that rushed around seemingly aimlessly.After a few moments the princess forced herself to walk back into the busy street, instantly forgetting the direction she had come from as she entered the crowd. Biting her lip, the young immortal princess shrugged; randomly deciding to turn left as she accepted that she was in fact lost; not knowing where she would end up in the overwhelmingly large city. She stumbled slightly as she bumped into someone, quickly catching herself before she fell; shaking her head as she moved to regain her full balance. She looked up at the stranger, gasping when she realised who it was; taking a fearful step back as her apprehension of what would come rose.“Hey! Watch where you are...” Joey stopped, looking down at her, his eyes filling with confusion as he realised who it was who had bumped into him. His exp
Elika stood leant against the windowsill, staring out into the busy streets of hell, her mind racing as she watched people smiling as they walked; carefree as they continued with their day to day lives. She sighed contentedly, happily gazing down at the people her father sort to kill, but why was that his plan? These people didn’t seem evil at all, in fact they seemed quite the opposite. Caring and simple. So why did her father want to kill them all, rid the world of these innocent people? What had they done to him that was so bad? The princess closed her eyes briefly, wishing that the world was different somehow, that all the evil in the universe would just vanish and leave the people alone. Leave her alone. She knew that banishing the nasty and cruel would also mean her father, but the worlds would be better off without people like him.The city was larger than any Elika had ever seen, the building reaching high into the clouds, each one having what the princess
The unknown realm was layered with the enemy, a kingdom that no one had ever heard of, until now...Deep within a dark forest the psychopathic lord crouched low behind a tree, lying in wait for those who caused this, for the monsters that killed without purpose, without cause. He snarled, pushing himself to remain silent; almost predatory.Darkous had followed the trail that the dead men around his home had left, following it to a strange dimension, the land coated in thick forests and rivers, the lord barely finding any life within the new place. Yet, the demon within him urged him forward, promising that there would be vengeance, that he would kill those responsible for Roberts death. He crouched lower, watching and waiting as one would if they were about to pounce, ready to tear their enemy apart. Someone was close, moving in from all sides, he could sense them. Hear the beat of their heart as he turned his head to the side, the demonic creatur
“Come on, pup, I’m not waiting around for a limp.”Elika nodded, moving to stand beside Darren as Michael created a portal, limping on her injured leg as it burned in strain. She winced when she stopped, applying more pressure to the ankle than she had meant, worsening the pain.Michael ignored her pain as he turned towards his comrade, his voice once again becoming stern and unforgiving. “She has of yet seen nothing of the city, keep it that way. The portal will take you to your flat.”“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let her see the city, I get it. Now can we please go?” Darren huffed, his tone appearing uncaring as he glanced towards Michael; slowly beginning to lose his temper.“Yes, you can go, if you lose the attitude, this is serious and she is not just one of your whores. I will come and get her after I have finished training the soldiers.” Her uncles comrade snarled lightly, scowling at the medi