DLC: Chapter 1

                                                             Book 1

                                             The Dark Lord's Cinderella

A novel of the Royal Series written by Brenda Arong under the penname Sparrow101

                                                          Synopsis:

The kingdom of Agartha, an advanced civilization 

of hybrids, would open its gate-way to spread 

terror among the inhabitants of the surface 

earth. An apocalypse was bound to happen soon

and one girl had been warned of that possibilities 

on her dreams where she met the frightening 

dark lord who claimed her as his bride. She can

be humanities' downfall or salvation if she chose 

the right side to fight in the coming

unforeseen war. 

                                                               ***

                                                           

                                                             Chapter 1

Daeira was shopping in the big mall when an apocalypse happened. There was a loud alarm and the people including her immediately ran outside the mall. However, the horror from outside terrified her that she ran back to the mall which initiated the shutdown protocol. 

Before the mall closed down, she saw what was happening outside. She hastened along the long stretch of the hallway, where she saw two scary humans walking slowly in her direction. Afraid, she looked for a route to escape from those two unknown figures. She looked back to see the gate closed tightly behind her.

 She turned away seeing the two people quickening their steps towards her. Having no idea if the apocalypse was a zombie, any human moving oddly couldn't be trusted so she ran and ran away from them until she heard people murmuring in worried voices, becoming louder and louder. She sprinted towards the shallow hallway, following the lights until she was greeted by masses of people inside the dome. 

She never knew the mall had such facilities to cater to such a population. She looked behind and saw the two people chasing her with their eyes glistening in the dark but they didn't come into the light. She ran towards the bleacher, ignoring two women in fancy dresses, announcing to have volunteers among the women to come forward to have this particular prayer before baptism. There were many women who came forward, old and adult. 

They began to pray so loudly but it didn't calm her. When they were done moving in the odd music with those women who seemed to be normal into her eyes, strangely danced and bowed in such a manner as if a god may come forward. She frowned, do these people know that an apocalypse took place outside the dome? For they seemed overjoyed and they merry so much. 

She thought they were pleading for salvation but when her head snapped to the entrance of the Dome, there was dust in the atmosphere with six hyenas running inside with people side by side. She glanced at the other women who also had their attention at the entrance with the same befuddlement. She deduced that the women in fancy dresses were doing some type of a show which included the hyenas in leash.

 So she encouraged the women beside her to sit with her at the top of the bleacher because she learned in Geographic channel that those animals were nasty and dangerous. When they were on the little higher part of the bleachers, she sat with the old women who weep while muttering that they were locked up inside the dome, that this wasn’t an evacuation, this was a mass slaughter. She immediately felt her feet became cold that her eyes darted to the front when the two women happily announced for the 'happy hunting'. 

Screams immediately followed that her eyes widened in too much fright when the people across her bleacher were being hunted and eaten on their seats. The women who volunteered were first to be eaten by those hyenas and then those people who were with the animals climbed up the bleachers and that was when she noticed the people on her sides began to run. She saw a man who gripped the woman, harshly cringed her neck, and licked it. There was a delight on the man's face before he feasted on her neck with blood splurged out the flesh. 

The woman’s scream was muffled and drowned with the flood of her own blood until her neck was snapped in two. Daeira screamed at that and began to fear when another man in a red T-shirt climbed in her direction she ran to her right side, horrified when his eyes fixated on her. She can run faster but the old women barricaded her way. She can't push them. No. They're old and scared. She looked to her back but five men were hunting in there, eating whoever at their holds. She slightly pushed the old woman with little encouragement.

"Hurry, they're coming!" Daeira screamed. When she looked down, the man in red directly stared at her that she felt her throat dried and her body trembling. She’ll gonna die there. 

"Come the fuck down here or I'll rip these oldies apart!" he held his arms to her as if playing to a child. She looked at the oldies who cried with such horror and pleading her to go with him. But the old woman she met a while ago, held her shoulders.

"Don't go, child." that pissed the man in red and climbed up to them and killed the old woman without mercy. She looked at the blood with wide eyes that she froze when the man lifted her off down to the ground of the dome. He faced her.

"Stand still. Whether you are kissed, bitten, or eaten to the last of your bones, be still if you  want the old grannies in there to live."He pointed to the other unharmed old women who were whimpering so hard that it can create an earthquake. She nodded although she was scared it made him smiled widely. "Good," he then ran again for another hunt. 

She looked at the women who also stood still while waiting with fear-stricken faces like hers. She hadn’t noticed people approaching those women when three successive men licked her.  The first man licked her on the neck then huffed and left. Second, on her back, she whimpered again, afraid of what comes next after every lick just like what happened to the girl on her left who was immediately bitten and eaten after a lick on her back.

Her breathing quickened when another man in a blue shirt passed by her. She bowed, wishing that he would spare her but no, he stopped beside her and leaned towards her ear. Instead of a lick, she felt a sting at the tip of her ear before she felt the sinews of his tongue after licking the drop of blood he created. 

"This one's on me," he said before he retreated inside the car which she had no time to notice that it entered the dome. 

After a seeming eternity, her shaking intensified upon learning of the silence of the Dome.  She dared to look up only to be startled at the scenes everywhere. She glanced up the bleacher and none of the humans survived the massacre. Even the oldies whom she was promised not to be hurt were oddly hanging on the rails with their necks detached. She searched for the man in red and found him grinning at her with blood on his mouth.

“You promised!” she wanted to scream it but it only came to a whisper. She looked back to see dead women with their bodies in a morbid state. Some lose the skin on their faces, some shown their red-stained bones on their shoulders and neck and some had their bodies severely opened. 

She felt the bile on her stomach, wanting to vomit on the morbidity of everything. Except for the two women on their bloodied gowns, the growling hyenas, and the hunters, she was the last person standing, unharmed. She wanted to scream. No. If the apocalypse happened, she won't wish to be the last one to be spared. She won't wish to be the sole witness of every murder of everybody. 

The once noisy dome was replaced with eerie silence. She regarded the monsters in front of her. As if they spared her for their desert. 

Run!

Her mind told her. And for the first time, her body listened and her feet began to sprint away from the murderers. She ran and ran. Ignoring the dead bodies along her way. She ran while she looked back when they just stood still, staring at her. She ran, panting while tentatively looking in her front direction and to their location. The six hyenas growled as if waiting for the order. She ran despite the pain on her head and on her chest. She regretted why she had to be in the city. She regretted it. If only she stuck to her plan on staying in her room, reading her book, this wouldn't happen. If only she hadn't listened to the bullying of her stepsisters who ordered her around on her very home after her father died, this wouldn't happen. If only...

Her thoughts were halted when her feet gave out bringing her sprawling on the floor. She cried like she never did before. At her father's funeral, she held it in. The tears. She won't want to burden the help of the house of her sadness. She was always the happy princess of her father's house. Everyone adored her for that. No. Even on her father's death, she won't burden anyone with her sadness. But now, when she felt that someone strode in her direction, she cried. Even when she was lifted off the ground, carried a bridal style, and pushed inside the car. Of course with all the horror she encountered, it was almost natural for her to lose her consciousness. 

She was only awakened when someone lifted her up inside the house. She felt so weak but someone had taken her into a bath with five other women, she looked up and saw the fear on their faces. She deducted that they might have been someone like her, left alive to survive the massacre. She was stripped naked like them, scrubbed by three women like she was attached with leaches. Some other women had their own share of pain as their skin reddened terribly on the cleaning.

After a while, they were dressed and brought up in front of each door. They were pushed inside on respective rooms and she hated how her ears were so sharp that she heard the women screamed like an animal in a slaughterhouse. She guessed she will be next when emerging in darkness, a growling beast greeted her. She knew that she would die there but her feet moved back, while she helplessly reached towards the knob. Of course, it was locked. She waited in despair while she let tears ran freely on her cheeks.

The gigantic beast was a little distance away from her. Its fangs showing while its mouth-watering as if in front of delectable food. She wasn't stupid on not to know what it is. A dragon. With its dark wings and skin like that of ten of thousands of metal shields, its mighty presence stalked towards her. Its teeth like arrays of solid metals had let slips of smoky breath that smelt like a volatile flammable liquid. Its eyes studying her in place and she was seemed hypnotized at its gaze.

She firmly closed her eyes ready for her flesh to be torn apart when the beast tackled her in the ground with its rough snout. She didn't even open her eyes even by the fact that she hit her head hard on the floor. She anticipated a quick pain in her body before smelling her own blood in the air. But it didn't happen quickly, the growling continued before it died down.  The only audible sound inside the room was her heavy breathing.

Noticing that someone grabbed her hand, she dared to look up when a man on his nakedness, brought her wrist to his mouth, licking it before it barred his teeth to it. She looked at him in pure horror while he sucked to the small opening of the wound he created. Something on his eyes made him frowned before meeting her own.

She can't see clearly with her blurred eyes mixed with terror on how he smiled so wide that it can frighten anyone. He effortlessly brought her up to the mattress, got rid of her own covering before he proceeded with preparing her. She didn't understand what just took place. At first, she saw a beast who turned into a man, she was undressed and the strange man began what seemed to be an introduction to coitus.

She shivered so hard on his touch while he feasted on her skin. His rough tongue sinews lapped on her body. From her neck down to her abdomen. He was mumbling in a strange language as if commanding her. She looked down when he began to trail on her naked womanhood. No. She can't close her legs for he had it locked, spread widely through his hands for his liking before he dived for it. She whimpered so much but he wasn't bothered when he continued to feast on her. He let a bit on her labia, let his tongue greeted her tightness but it seemed to make him crazier when he pushed her bottom to his face. Kissing, licking, biting that it made her whimpered. When the liquid came out, he lapped for more, tasting the sweetness of the salted cream. 

She trembled exceedingly. She was afraid yet her body was responding in begging for him.  She bit her lower lip at his roughness when he entered his manhood inside her. The mattress shook with how he was slamming himself so hard inside her. She felt herself tearing on his every stroke that she crumpled the bedsheet.

"Stop!” she screamed while gripping hard on the sheets.

But she had no idea that it made him insanely wanting for more as he pulled her body towards his own, she was sitting on while he lied down. He made her do the work, pushing, pulling her bottom down his shaft. She supported herself, placing her hands to his chest while she was guided.

"Fuck do it, fast," he commanded that she immediately followed the pattern he showed her a while ago. "Faster!"

She did it faster, panting, crying while he reached her breasts, mercilessly grabbed them,  brought them to his mouth, sucking them hungrily.  

Then their position changed, him above her this time, he rammed hard again on her inside.  As if he wasn't nearing the climax. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he thrust more violently this time that the bed protested but he continued. "Say my name, Daeira!"

"I-I don't know." She whimpered in pain, distracted at how she too neared the sensation she never felt before.

"Ghaddar Drakon! Say it!"

Daeira panted heavily while concentrating on the sensation on her body. "Ghaddar Drakon!"

"Louder!"

"Ghaddar Drakon!" She can't help herself but moan when the climax was closing.  "Please....please..." she didn’t know what she was begging for. She surprised herself  when she said, "Drakon...more...more..."

He grinned at that while he slammed continuously hard on her swelling flesh before both shuddered in pleasure. She felt the warmness on his liquid inside, feeling herself sweating all over her body. She closed her eyes, the memories of horror seemed like a distant memory now. Didn't she just witness a massacre? And now she was having sex with a stranger the next moment. This better be a bad dream. Closing her eyes while panting, ignoring the pain all over her body, she felt him collapsing her side. She can hear his heavy breathing before he reached her body. Maybe she might be eaten now just like the other girls.

"Are you gonna eat me now?" she asked without looking at the man.

"I just did,"

By that, she opened her eyes and regarded him to see if he was joking. But what greeted her was the most handsome face she ever beheld, where a smirk appeared on his lips.

"And your fucking delicious, woman."

She blinked many times, confused before he leaned down and licked her neck sensually. 

When he distanced himself from her, he whispered. "Now...wake up,"

                                                                ***

Panting and disoriented, Daeira woke up from her sleep. She alertly darted her eyes around her room. It was so silent. She combed her hair and silently cursed herself. That was such a horrid dream. It was a massacre and then she had intercourse with that..strange man.  She bolted up from her bed, walking to the bathroom to splash some water on her face.  She looked up to the mirror only to be greeted with a mark on her neck. She frowned and take a closer look. Her breath hiked up upon confirming her suspicions that it was a love bite. Who on earth would give her such when she was a lonely single college girl?!

She ran to her bed, scared. She wished that the horrid dream won't come again to her realm of unconsciousness.