“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.
The psychopathic lord leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette as fought to calm his rising temper. The girl had infuriated him when she ran, managing to wilfully escape a whole army of trained men; adept in battle. And yet, she avoided them; managing to make it to a watchtower. The little princess had warned the whole dimension of Darkous’ presence, giving Atlas and her brothers a chance to escape; to flee like cowards. He growled lightly when he heard her move in the cage, once again forcing his mood to soften as he turned to look at her; his mechanical white eyes lifeless. She curled into a tight ball on her side, her relentless cries continuing.Shaking his head in annoyance, Darkous took a draw of his cigarette; watching as her shoulders shook with each whimper that escaped her lips. The young immortal deserved a night in the cage, her defiance only worsening with each day that passed. He began wonder if sending her to Dorian would fix that, diminish the last
Yelping, the young princess jumped back; bracing herself in the corner of the cage as he struck again, throwing her sideways.He panted, cracking his aching fingers as he glared through the bars at his niece; the suspended cage rocking back and forth. The princess slowly moved onto her knees, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears as she stared back at him; trembling in terror.“Just deal with the images, they aren’t that bad.” The psychopathic lord muttered as he continued to pace around the metal contraption.“I can’t ... Please don’t make me sleep ...” She sobbed, wiping her tears away with shaky hands; her voice breaking as she continued. “It's all I can see when I close my eyes ... I don’t know how to deal with them ...”“It’s easy; you just learn how to forget.” He shrugged, cracking his neck before he continued to speak, his tone rough and threatening.
The lord of hell snarled lightly, storming towards her as she shuffled across the floor. He grabbed the little girl by the waist, lifting her from the ground as she kicked and screamed; slamming her elbows into his stomach. The demon within him stirred towards the surface, growling in fury. How dare the girl fight back, hit him. The psychopathic lord had intended on causing her the least amount of pain possible, while still causing her to pass out. Only now, he wanted to make her suffer; wail in pure and undivided agony.“You want to suffer? Is that it? Instead of having help?” Darkous questioned harshly, smashing her small frame into the ground.“No! Please just stop!” The immortal girl yelled, crashing onto her stomach as she plummeted into the rough black carpet; blinking back tears.“I am trying to fucking help you!” The lord of hell screamed in anger, viciously gripping the girl’s ankle.Darkous lifted his ni