"I won't," Victoria said, hugging the quilt tightly. She wasn't going to get up like what he wanted. She wanted to piss him off to satisfy her anger. And it was working, alright. She took a look at his face and confirm he was getting angry. She don't care if he kills her. She was already his prisoner with no way to escape. The security here was so tight. "I said, Get. Up. " His voice was serious with a murderous aura. But she didn't budge. Instead she stared at him, challenging him head on. Fine, he sighed. He approached her and push her with force on the bed, thus throwing her to the other side of the bed. The bed was quite big for about two or three people to sleep together. He then proceeded to lie down on the bed in the spot where she once was. "Hey! You!" She started to say but then realized it was no use arguing with an asshole jerk head like him. She put her hands on her hips in anger and decided to get off the bed. Fine! He won! Again! She will not sleep beside him. She mo
Yes, she feared him. That's for sure. He always meant what he said. At this moment, she didn't dare to go against him. She still has her mission to complete, to find her brother. So staying alive and keeping her head on her shoulders or her virginity was very important to her. Daemon knew how she felt as he saw the fear flashing in her eyes. Good, he was satisfied that she was scared of him. He was sure he had installed fear in her. Now he was sure she'll be obedient like the good little girl she is and not disturb his sleep any longer. He turned away from her and face the ceiling instead, closing his eyes slowly. But she wasn't finish with him. Rape her? Oh, no, no , no. That was not going to happen. She had to make her stand or he'll think it is easy to throw her around and force her to do things against her will. She was a human for Christ's sake! A living human! He can't bully her or treat her like thrash. And she doesn't care whether he knows what it is like to be a human or no
He sighed. Why did he even bother to not wake her up? Why did he cared? He questioned himself but can't seem to come up with an answer. Finally he decided on that he was just in a good mood because he slept well. So there, that's the reason why he cared so much about her sleep. But it wasn't a satisfying answer. Then a thought came to his head as he was at the door, about to leave the room. You like her, his inner voice mischievously told him. He brushed it away, refusing to admit it. And again, he glanced over at her sleeping peacefully on his bed. He was going to be away from some time. Who knows how long and she will be locked up in his room forever as long as he was away. She didn't commit any crime nor offended him so there was no reason why he should keep her locked up here. He should let her go, return her freedom. But why? Yes, why? He needed a good reason to let her go, to show his people so that they won't think he was enchanted by her beauty. And suddenly an idea sprang
It was already midnight. In the dimly lit room stood a beautiful woman. The night's cool breeze blew gently on the translucent white curtains. The room was that of an abandoned house, made of wood. A man burst into the room, panting and gasping for air as he dropped to his knees before her. "My lady, I was found out. They killed the other spies. I .... failed you!" The woman looked at the man with disgust in her eyes. "You useless creature! What did I ever trained you for!?""My lady," the man's lips trembled as he spoke," I'm willing to do anything for you! I will correct my mistakes and make you satisfied.""Satisfied?" She scoffed," The only thing that can make me satisfied is your death!" In a flash, she waved her arm arm in front of the man. He collapsed before her. "Useless creature," her fingernails were dripping blood. Two servants came and dragged the lifeless body away. There was still a pool of fresh blood on the ground. Another man, dressed in black entered the room. He b
"My lord," the guard trembled before The Dark Lord. "Speak," Harvey said in a monotonous low voice. Patience stood beside him trying to guess the mind of the guard. It'll be fun to guess people's thoughts, she tapped her chin as if she was an enlightened old man. "She's here," he gasped like it was very hard for him to utter those words. Harvey's dark eyes stare straight into the guard's head. The poor man wished he could immediately shrink into to floor to avoid the Dark Lord's murderous gaze. "Where is she?" He demanded. "At your ....... door," the guard trembled. The poor man knew he was shaking so much from fear as he could hear his own sword which was in the scabbard by his waist, started to rattle. "Leave," he said emotionlessly. And the guard was to glad to leave. He must have been an embarrassment in front of The Dark Lord! "Master, who is at your door?" Patience asked, looking up at the dark tall figure hovering near her. "A very important guest," he answered darkly.
Mighell got more and more suspicious even if he didn't want to. His mind began to generate all kinds of thoughts. That item that Daemon hid away looked like ......No! It can't be! Impossible! How in the world is he even having it? He quickly shook off his thoughts as Daemon turned to face him. "Sir," he gave him a slight bow. "Are the horses fed?" He asked without looking at Mighell. He had an indifferent arrogant look. "Yes, sir. All fed and given water," Mighell answered. "I want to explore this Land Of Shadows And Darkness. I wonder why the world feared this place that much!" Daemon clenched his fists. He thought that if he could be the world's most feared and wicked man, he would achieve his goals. But it doesn't seemed to work and instead of getting motivated to compete against others for powers (against Gregory or the Dark Lord) he actually felt tired and exhausted and stressed. He wasn't keeping up well with the evil title everyone in the capital gave him. Mighell saddled
"An old friend," Mighell replied, feeling nostalgic. The young girl puckered her lips in an 'O'shape with her big eyes glowing brightly at him. Mighell thought she looked adorable. "Don't step!" She pointed at his feet. Mighell jumped backwards and saw that he had accidentally stepped on an ant mound. The girl squatted down and observed the mound. "Oh no! Look what you did!" He was startled and quickly jumped back, away from where the girl was pointing. "I'm sorry," he stuttered. He saw that she was quite interested and caring towards the little creatures. "Why are you so interested in this ants?" He asked. "You dummy. Don't you know?" The girl snapped. Mighell shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "These ants can be used to do things for you. For example," she began counting her fingers, "They can send messages for you, send things, deliver food, carry out small tasks for its owner, or even poison or kill someone to death!" The girl's eyes brighten upon the last word of h
Victoria was set free and the guards didn't even bothered to show her the door. How rude! She thought. "First, you kidnapped me here. Second, you made me sleep with a stranger! Third, you released me, realising it was mistake. And now you won't even show me the way out of this horrendous maze!" She grumbled under her breath. They had given her new clothes to wear, and much to her dislike, the dress revealed too much of her cleavage and shoulders, had long sleeves and frilly skirt that dragged on the floor. Her ample boobs looked like they could popped out any minute and she didn't like that feeling. All those hungry ravenous men's eyes would be on her. Although she looked grand, Victoria didn't like the style and design. It made it difficult for her to run or escape in times of emergency. She walked through a long hall with weird statues of distorted figures on each side. They were really terrible looking! With sharp teeth, extra arms, legs and tails, Victoria concluded that these w
The doctor walked out, approaching them with a grim look on his face. Although he wore a silver mask hiding the upper part of his face, Felix could still tell his emotions. "He's alive and well. But he's unconscious. He may fall into coma," the mysterious man behind the silver mask said emotionlessly. "Coma? What? For how long?" Felix asked. His face was full of worry. "Who knows. Ask her," he said and walked back into his room. Felix turned his attention to her. "I don't know. I just simply splashed whatever liquid in the bottle onto him.""Now," he sighed tiredly. "I can only pray that he's safe and sound," Felix clasped his hands together into a prayer. "I'm sorry," she blurted out. And she really was. But again, he just sighed. The awkward silence made her even more nervous and ashamed. Why, she wished someone would come and scold or even slapped her face for her deadly mistake. Then she would feel better. But no one did, so right now she felt like a little kid caught steal
He followed the sound and quietly hid behind a tree. He saw a man in his twenties clasping the sides of his head, seemingly in pain. Harvey knew that it was the result of successfully resisting and escaping the fog that actually protects the Dark Forest from any intruders. That fog was considered dangerous and deadly as it causes one to see his inner demons and deepest, darkest secrets a person would kept locked away in his heart - and those can cause a person to die. Die from his dark secrets, die from his sins, die in such a terrible way that inflects no injuries on the body. No one has even been able to break away from their inner demons. But this man was different, he managed to defeat his inner demons and escape from the fog. Or did he really? Harvey suspected. There was another way to break through the fog, the same way he himself did when he first encountered the fog. Till this day, Harvey had to admit, that he himself never gotten rid of let go of his hatred. That was his in
A man just a few years older than Victoria stood in front of her. She now understand why the maids and servants dropped to their knees - it was a sign of respect and greeting to this man who was staring straight into her eyes, demanding an answer from her. Felix heard from the maids' gossip that there was a mad woman running around, screaming and shouting for help. Since Daemon wasn't in to make decisions and orders, Felix was left to himself. When he arrived at the scene, he saw her. She stand out among everyone else with her fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. She looked like on the verge of breaking down. "I ......I....I...," She stuttered. She felt her tongue stiff. "I need help," she said in a low voice. Somewhere deep in her heart, she felt relief when she saw this man. Maybe he could save him. She could see hope shining in his eyes. He stood there, still staring at her. His fierce gaze meant business. "Please, help me. Someone's drying. He needs a doctor." "Where? Wh
She blinked back the tears from her sweet childhood memories. Her eyes were red as she dropped the sword to the ground beside him, letting it clatter loudly. "Where is he? What happened to him?! You know his name," she gasped. She squatted down to his level, clutching her dress tightly to contain her worries. Thoughts ran amok in her head. She feared the worst that her brother was either severely injured or half-dead. "He was here, three years ago," He said, his voice soft and low. "But he left afterwards. I knew, he was a human yet I befriended him," He paused. He had a nostalgic look in his blue eyes. "We were the best of friends," She found it hard to believe. Based on what she know about demons, they hate and want to kill every human they come across. Why, even that asshole Daemon said so himself. Between the human race and demon species, there was only war, hatred and bloodshed. Friendship was out of reach. "That's impossible!" She shook her head. Humans and demons are enemie
Harvey decided to take a stroll outside to help himself think better and to stretch his muscles. He didn't know what Jacinda was planning or what evil intentions she might have. And how did she know about his past? How in the world did she know what he had wanted, craved for many years? Could she read minds? No, he thought it impossible. She can't read minds. She's not Elijah. This woman was hard to guess and hard to read. Perhaps she had been doing or collecting information about him. What a scheming smart woman. He would have taken his hats off for her. The moment he set foot outside, a rush of fresh air hit his lungs with a pang. He didn't know he'd been inside his palace for so long that he forgotten the sweet scent of fresh air. He inhaled the sweet air, letting his shoulders lose, relaxing his body. The Dark Forest was the quietest forest to him. It wasn't far from his palace and hardly anyone passed through it. People had been scared off by its rumours of ghosts, man-eating
Daemon had unknowingly rode into the Dark Forest. And he didn't know what dangers are waiting for him up ahead. His black horse whinnied in fear as it started to panic. The forest was covered with an unusual thick fog that seems to circulate throughout the entire forest. He couldn't see anything nor take precautions. Silently, he hoped that Mighell was safe and sound. "What's wrong, boy?" He bent over to look the horse on the eye. He tried stroking it's fur to calm it down but to no avail. Something was spooking his horse and it was something he couldn't detect. The horse suddenly jerked, threatening to throw him off and it began to pick up speed, galloping faster and faster. "Whoa! Slow down, Salomon!" He shouted over the wind. "Slow down! What's wrong!?" But his horse didn't respond. It was acting weird. His horse had never been this way before. It had basically followed Daemon through his journey - his journey to who he is today. He heard a swoosh of wind coming from behind hi
Victoria wore the maid's clothes, tied the poor girl up and gagged her. She slipped out right under the Blue Marquis's nose and walked through the hall. She headed towards the pharmacy and turned the knob. It was open. Okayyy ..... To be honest, Victoria had no experience with medicine or poison. Just take whatever you can find and shove it down his throat! Her inner voice yelled at her. She was hesitating in the face of thousands of bottles. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to read the labels. They were in a foreign language. The room was big and wide. The smell of medicine and some other scents mixed together made the room stinked. She hates the smell. "Hey! Are you ready? What's taking so long in there!?" From out of pharmacy, in the hall, she heard the Blue Marquis called out towards the direction of the toilet. Oh dear! She better get out of here quickly in case he barge into the toilet. "Are you there!? Why are you so quiet!?" He called again with suspicious rising in
"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get in!?"She felt the cold blade of the sword against her neck, threatening to take her life. She stood rooted to the ground, not daring to make any reckless move. Her life was on the line. Quick! She had to think of something! Something! "I'm his woman," she blurted out those words. Victoria realized what she had just said. Oh my damned mouth! She scolded herself silently. And what's more was that her fingers pointed to the portrait of him, that man who kidnapped and forced kissed her. Oh! She wanted to slap herself in the head. Why did she pointed to him!? What's wrong with her?The man looked at the portrait of Daemon , then back at her. "Very well then," he said removing his sword from her neck. "But you shouldn't be in here. This place is forbidden," "Oh, I didn't know," Victoria faked a surprised expression. She turned and got a good look at the man. He was dressed in blue. Blue overcoat, a slightly light blue shirt underneath, blu
Victoria was set free and the guards didn't even bothered to show her the door. How rude! She thought. "First, you kidnapped me here. Second, you made me sleep with a stranger! Third, you released me, realising it was mistake. And now you won't even show me the way out of this horrendous maze!" She grumbled under her breath. They had given her new clothes to wear, and much to her dislike, the dress revealed too much of her cleavage and shoulders, had long sleeves and frilly skirt that dragged on the floor. Her ample boobs looked like they could popped out any minute and she didn't like that feeling. All those hungry ravenous men's eyes would be on her. Although she looked grand, Victoria didn't like the style and design. It made it difficult for her to run or escape in times of emergency. She walked through a long hall with weird statues of distorted figures on each side. They were really terrible looking! With sharp teeth, extra arms, legs and tails, Victoria concluded that these w