Elika’s violet eyes shifted between her uncles, her mind racing; how did Darkous know so much about her mother? Things that the princess and her brothers had never been told, never even hears stories of. She watched silently as the dark lord slowly rose back to his feet, once against towering over her small frame; his mechanical white eyes locked onto her. She did not believe that her mother was a coward, but that she ran from battles as a strategy; using her abilities to heal Elika’s brothers and father when they were injured. If her mother died in battle, their would be no one to deal the wounded. But none of that mattered anymore as the dark lord had killed her brutally and their was no coming back for her mother now.
“I do know a lot yes, but I will not reveal how I know so much.” Darkous muttered, a small smile appearing on the corners of his face.
Hades bobbed his head as he turned his attention towards Elika, his raven black eyes locked onto her. “So, how has
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Some time had passed, the young immortal princess changing, moulding into what they asked as Dorian broke her beyond repair, her hope dwindling ...The unmerciful storm raged on with the deadly fury of all those trapped within the fiery depths of limbo, destroying all who stood in its wake. The thunder rang out with the deafening roar of a thousand cannons, each clang sending an ear-splitting agony through the princesses head as she stood in the wake of battle, gazing upon those who stood at deaths door; waiting to be claimed by the reaper. Bodies littered the muddied ground for miles around, their souls paying the price from their actions in life, trapped and alone for all eternity. She glanced around utterly terror-stricken as she watched more bodies fall, the sight damaging and unrelenting as blood oozed from the masses copses; plaguing her vision with each wound that worsened, killing those who fought to survive against this disturbing onslaugh
e took a step towards the cowering soldier, his demonic yellow eyes ablaze with anger.“Why did you hesitate? I thought you were the one of Darkous best.” Dorian snarled, tilting his head as he took another step towards him.Elika remained where she stood, watching as the soldier backed away; his gunmetal blue eyes coated with uncertainty and apprehension. She feared what would happen to the soldier, what the penalty would be for hesitating in a battle; failing to carryout orders. Taking a long breath, the princess edges backwards, scanning the vast fields around her for any survivors as the battle slowly came to a halt; silently pleading that at least handful of the people escaped. Somehow eluding the deadly clutches of Dorians taskforce as they searched tirelessly for any survivors, disposing of them with great care.The feral immortal snapped his head towards Elika as she retreated back, her bare foot recklessly breaking a small twig
Dorian tugged her towards a second portal, one designed to take them back to him mansion in the swamps, back to the dark and old house where the stench of blood lingered in the air. Elika followed him obediently, holding her breath as they slugged carelessly into the eerie dark transporter, the distinct feeling of falling surrounding her within seconds. She coughed, squinting as they passed through the other side, still unable to get the hang of travelling in such a brutal and frightening manner; the darkness sending vile shockwaves through her small frame. The animalistic being dragged her towards the kitchen, stalking through the rotted halls as he shook the water from his hair. He burst through an old white door, the paint cracking and fading with time; propelling her into the large space. Like the rest of his rundown mansion, the kitchen was in bad repair, the floors and walls layered with dust and dirt; the once cream wallpaper now black and tattered.Elika
That’s a good girl. You will either sleep by your own accord, or I will force you to sleep; and it wont be a simple knockout.” Dorian warned, leaning away from Elika.Shakily wiping the tears from her eyes, the princess nodded, wrapping her arms around her legs. She feared what he would force her to endure if she refused to sleep, witnessing on many occasions what he did to those who disobeyed him. Elika turned away from him, glancing around the basement as her nervousness rose, stretching to dangerous limits. Along a far wall at the opposite side of the basement hung scared men and woman, their clothes torn and bloodied from the weeks of endless pain that Dorian forced upon them. She watched for days as their eyes slowly began to dull, the realisation that the agony would only continue breaking them one by one. The princess had been powerless to stop the psychotic immortal as he used brutal and unforgiving tools to break and dismantle their skin, her tear
Darkous growled; he despised losing. Slamming his hand down on the wooden table he glared at his brother, how did he always win? Darkous was the one to plan and carry out attacks, he had been for the last hundred years. And yet here Hades was, beating him at yet another game of chess. Hades laughed, his night black eyes coated with bliss. The psychopathic lord had taken a break from recruiting, deciding hours ago to pay his brother a visit, his mood instantly lifting. He would retrieve the little princess in a couple of days, taking her out of Dorians care after weeks of her being trapped within his clutches. Darkous suspected that the girl wouldn’t last much longer, her disobedient traits bound to take over. Leaning back in his chair, the psychopathic lord snarled slightly, lighting a cigarette as he scowled towards his older brother, irritated that he once again failed to beat him at the strategic board game. How hard was it anyway?“So what’s that b
“I’m not implying to lose in single combat, more to teach her how to block attacks, then get a mere soldier to lose in single combat. It should be highly amusing to watch the soldier fail, just so we can teach the peasant that losing a fight against a young girl is not tolerated.” The demonic being muttered, its voice layering with malice.“We teach her self defence and then put her up against a trained soldier? Then punish the loser whether it is the girl, or the soldier we chose? ... “ his psychopathic lord paused, smiling wickedly as he rose from his seat, beginning to pace alongside his brother; the room remaining silent as he communicated with the demonic creature in his mind. What if we force her to fight more than one opponent if she wins? And continue to increase the number if she is successful, but also punish her is she fails or is beaten?The demonic creature nodded, its fangs puncturing its bottom lip as its smile grew; becomin
Elika shivered, the damp concrete floor beneath her icy and unbearable as she woke from the depths of sleep; the cold seeping through her oversized pale blue gown. She huddled further into the bricked wall of Dorians basement, attempting the rub the warmth back into her frozen limbs. Slowly pulling her legs towards her chest, she continued to tremble lightly, glancing around the eerie dark basement as she searched for any sign of the feral immortal; fearing that he lingered after she slipped into the depths of sleep. The princess sighed in relief as she glanced around the underground room, the silence informing her that he had left; perhaps to acquire another subject he could torture. Continuing to shiver, she forced her mind away from fear, instead hoping that her deranged uncle would come to collect her soon. Believing that even his brutality barely scratched the surface of what the animalistic immortal was capable of.Elika snapped her head towards a far wall, her shoulder
Elika jumped when the thundering clang of the basement door barrelled down into the underground chamber, her heart thumping against her ribcage as her fear rose; reaching dangerous limits. She cowered back against the wall as the recognisable mechanical white eyes shot through the darkness, the lifeless vessels turning towards her. The owner, someone who drove terror into her heart, the beastly immortal that ripped her away from everything she knew; trapping the princess within his clutches. Darkous. Pulling her knees towards the chest, Elika hid her face as the dark lord strolled towards her, carefully adjusting his hat.“This place never gets boring.” Darkous chuckled, scanning the room with care; his eyes locking on each mortal prisoner that hung from the walls.“Are you taking her back today? She has been a rather good girl.” The psychotic man questioned, his smile intensifying as he slammed the woman onto the ground; strolling towards