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
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
"You shouldn't be here," he said nonchalantly. "And you," she said as she scowled at him ,"shouldn't be standing here in the first place." A man and woman stood in a very grand hall. The had once seen it's splendor back in its days. Now it's dilapidated, dusty and dull. Two large double doors, from where he had just entered stood behind him as he came face to face with his sister. She glared at him with hatred and contempt. "You don't even qualify to be standing in front of me," Daemon said. He was becoming angrier by the second. "Qualify?" She scoffed with her arms folded across her chest. "Ask that question yourself when you are just a useless worthless piece of dirt!" Daemon became angry. Very angry. His face gave him away. He never liked anyone calling him useless or worthless. It brought painful memories. Memories he didn't want to remember. The woman, his sister Dapheney noticed that she had managed to annoyed her brother. "Because I'm now the demon emperor" he said arr
Daemon had been bullied since he took the throne. He knew kindness and gentleness won't work, especially when dealing with those corrupted ministers and officials. Oh, but he had an idea. The most devious and wicked idea. And it all stem from a certain woman, a woman who intruded into his palace. Daemon's mind flashed back to five years ago when he met her. FIVE YEARS AGOA woman sat seductively on the grand steps of Daemon's palace. The steps lead from the outside of the palace until to the throne of the demon emperor. She sat there calmly, admiring her dark coloured nails as if they were made of gold - something precious that deserves to be admired. Her cleavage was shown clearly as she wore only a leather bra with its traps coiling around her stomach twice. Her long legs were peaking out from her slit skirt. Her skin was smooth and silky. A dark red cape covered her back as her long prenaturally white hair draped over her shoulders. Daemon wasn't feeling good. He had many repor
She opened the double doors and left, her words still lingering in the air. Her last words before she left sounded like a warning. There was something about her words that he couldn't quite grasp, some hidden meaning behind it. Finally, Daemon let out a breath, a breath of relief and something. He couldn't quite make out of it. He didn't bother to see if she had left. If she can enter without anyone noticing, she can do the same while leaving. Instead, he quickly rushed up the grand steps to his office, taking two steps at a time. He burst through the doors of his office and threw himself down into his stone chair padded with luxurious cushion of red, violet and gold. He started looking through the reports sent by the commoners. Frustrated at his result of having no solution to their problems, he swipe them all down angrily. The reports clattered as they hid the stone cold floor. Then he buried his head in his hands, thinking and thinking. He thought about the words she said. The we
Victoria Bennett ran and ran. The branches and leaves scratched her bare arms. The leaves rustled under the feet. She heard something coming up from behind. It started to get closer and closer! She was out of breath but she knew she cannot stop. Without sparing a second thought, she ran through the woods. The woods were known for snakes and demonic monsters. She had no choice. It's die now or later. Victoria ran up to a big tree and lean against it catching her breath. She looked around and the creature chasing her was gone. Left and right, she scanned the grassy ground below her, searching for signs of that creature, but she spotted nothing. She let out a sigh of relief. After a while, she slowly came down from the tree. She felt a dark presence behind her. Her heart started to beat quickly. Her worst nightmare have come true! She quickly leaped forward before two large strong hands with black claws could grab her. The creature roared! A very loud monstrous roar. It charged at her,
Daemon was sitting peacefully on his throne when he received a tip off from the scouts about a spy or traitor trying to sabotage the peace in his territory. The scouts reported that the traitor was a spy from the human clan pretending to be a demon. They tracked that traitor to a village on the outskirts of The Capital. Having a deep hatred against humans, Daemon decided to find this traitor and interrogate him or her. And by interrogate, you know it's not going to be anything good. Not especially when you get on the nerves of the Demon Emperor. Daemon used the excuse of helping the poor villagers to improve their lives. He had to do so to avoid suspicions from the other demon lords within the Capital. Those lords were nothing but busybody and with ulterior motives. Plus, Daemon had another idea. He needs to help the villagers out of the drought. Although ruthless and wicked, he still needs to earn himself a good reputation if he wants the support of the people.On the outskirts of T
Mighell came running over shouting, "my lord! My lord! There's a bunch of reports from the commoners on your desk." Daemon nodded and headed to his office. "Who's the human girl?" Mighell had saw Daemon carried a human girl into HIS own sleeping chambers. He was curious as he had never seen his master personally carry a human. Daemon had a deep grudge against all humans. He would kill any human he sees but this one seems different. Daemon had took 'extra special' care not to kill her right away. Maybe it was something else his lord doesn't want to reveal yet. A new nasty plan or devious plot could be the answer. Mighell had noted to himself, that his lord (Daemon) had changed a lot since that day. Yes, that day five years ago after he was humiliated and played the fool by the other lords. Mighell almost didn't recognize his lord until Daemon address him by his full name - the name that only he knew. So much had passed since then and Mighell felt his best friend had fallen apart from