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
The princess hesitantly took his hand, unable to grasp the meaning of what her uncle had said as he aided her to stand; his scowl seeming to deepen. What test was he performing that involved him slamming her into the ground, with no explanation to what she had done wrong? She wrapped her arms around her stomach as she nodded, deciding against asking the dark lord any further questions. Taking a shaky breath, she glanced up at him, recoiling at his bloodthirsty snarls.“Right, we need to get moving.” Darkous sighed, turning towards the door as he summoned a portal; the swirling black mass appearing in only seconds.Elika stared into the unnatural darkness, taking a deep breath as she followed her uncle towards portal; her small frame trembling in fear. Why had he slammed her into the ground, injured her when she made no move to disobey his orders? She held her breath as she disappeared into the eerie black, the barren feeling of falling surrounding her in on
The psychopathic lord slowly released his hold on the princess, carefully moving to stand beside his brother as he continued gazing at the various machines; twisting the dark vials. Staring at the machines, Darkous was unable to understand the mass of numbers and sequences that spread across the screens; as though it inhabited some strange and foreign language. Seeming to ensure that no one could decipher its meanings, nor discover the results. The psychopathic lord shook his head in annoyance, growing irritated with his brothers silence as he lightly tapped his fingers on a red dial, only turning it every couple of seconds.“What does all this shit mean?” Darkous questioned harshly, snarling slightly as he continued to stare dumbfounded at the strange machine.Hades chuckled, turning his attention towards a larger machine as it beeped, his silence stretching out for another moment. When he finished searching through the various codes and numbers, the king