CHAPTER ONE-HUNRED & FIFTEEN (115)

"Please, let me go, please, please!" The fifteen years old girl's clamors filled every corner of the space as they grabbed her along. Terror crawled through her nerves, the smell of death haunted her nose, anxiety eat her up, and tears streamed down her face while her endless pleads echoed but fell on the ears of the dark-hearted.

Two dark cloaks men held both of her arms, keeping her in place, her heart beat rapidly in fright as she stared around the dark patterns, pillars, structure, and carpet, but majestic and dark, and in front of her was the demon on his knees, upper body bare and wings stretched out, bleeding black blood, she's screamed in horror when his pitch-black eyes stared at her and a smirked curved on his face, evil lure around, stuffing the entire throne hall.

She gasped and jerked, a little scream escaped her lips when a similar man appeared before her but his eyes weren't black as the demons, they were brown and filled with