For She Was the Most Beautiful Thing

Chapter 4 – For She Was the Most Beautiful Thing

               

*Devins POV*

I stomped through the dungeon with only one goal in mind, to kill the faerie that dared to kill one of my men. Alphonso was one of my most loyal men; hard headed for sure, but strong and trustworthy. He was one of the few that rallied for me when I took over the as General of our military. One of our most brave soldiers, he was undefeated in battle, and was known to crush opponents in a matter of seconds. Only to be dragged to his death by some faerie whore. I saw his body when they brought it back to the castle, and immediately lost my dinner. His body was twisted and deformed in every direction possible, and the skin pulled taunt against his muscles. Deep red and purple wounds were everywhere branching across his body; almost like he had been struck by a hundred lightning bolts at once. Alphonso was so badly disfigured it was almost impossible to tell who he was. The only thing left untouched was his face, frozen in a painful and terrified scream. My blood boiled at the thought, and I could feel the heat coming into my face, flushing my skin. I rounded the corner and ran straight into one of the prison guards, his forehead connecting with my chest. He looked up at me ready to throw some fists, and his eyes rounded like the moon. I could feel the air as it left his body in a shaky breath, as he backed up into a small bow.

                “I need to be taken to the faerie.” I stated bluntly, ignoring his courtesy. I had no time for games today, but the guard shook his head slowly and moved in front of my path. I snorted at the feeble attempt to block me. Nothing was keeping me from my prize today.

                “Sincerest apologies sir, but I do not know who you speak of.” The guard squeaked, his voice betraying his lies. I leaned in towards him, and he shrank away from me like a little rabbit.

“WHERE IS SHE!” I raised my voice, and his face crumpled, almost defeated but loyal to his King none the less.

                ““Master your father said-Ooof!” I elbowed him in the stomach before he could finish the sentence, and he crumpled to the ground clutching his abdomen. I was tired of these games, I only hit him hard enough to knock him down, not that he was strong enough to keep me away anyway. There was only on Faerie cell on this side of the castle, so it was more than obvious where it was being kept. I walked quickly down the hall, and luckily did not come upon any more of my men. I could hear quiet voices coming from the chamber as I neared it, and at the sound of a women’s voice I knew it was the correct cell. My anger boiled over again, remembering Alphonso’s face. I’m going to make this bitch pay for what she did. I could smell blood as I approached the iron bars, and small smile twisted across my face. Alphonso may have been killed, but it seems like she didn’t get out all in one piece either. I stopped in front of the cell, and could hear a breath hitch. I peered into the cell, and could see two figures sitting in the darkness. A male about forty who was staring at me with wide eyes, with shaggy blond hair, and a thin build. The male was gently holding a woman who was chained to the wall, her head resting carefully on his shoulder. The girl had her back to me, her long mess of knotted black hair travelling down her back to pool onto the dirty floor of the cell. Thick curls hiding the shape of her body from my view, and thin pale arms stretched above her head locked into the iron shackles. I could see dried blood coming down from her wrists as the iron did what it did best, and tortured the faerie kind into submission. This was probably some old hag faerie that had been beaten after stealing something, and killed my guard in spite. I felt the anger and bile rise up in my chest again at the thought, as I spit out my words with as much venom as I could muster.

                “YOU!” My voice echoed around the small cell, bouncing around the walls. “YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED ALPHONSO?!” I could see the man just barely start to shake, either in fear for himself or the women I was not sure of.  I paused for a response, but the women did not even flinch at my words, and she didn’t so much as attempt to turn to look at me. I could see the man getting more and more nervous as I stood there watching her, at this point trying my best not to gawk at her for her insolence. This girl had to be deaf, or an idiot, or possibly both. My uncontrollable temper got the best of me.  “TURN AND LOOK AT ME YOU EVIL BITCH!” Reeling from the disrespect I screeched, my voice slightly cracking and making me inwardly flinch at the sound. The embarrassment was short lived though at the women did the one thing I was not expecting, and giggled at my words. Blind red rage filled my vision as I slammed my hands against the bars of the cell. Vile, evil, and disgusting thing, I’ll get my hands around her throat and finish the job my men started. I slammed my fists into the bar again, trying to find anyway to access this monster when a small but firm voice rang out from the cell.

                “I apologize,” The male stated. “She hit her head a few hours ago, and has not completely recovered.” Clear, calm, and well spoken, but I could see the fear glinting off of his green shaded eyes. He was no longer shaking though, his face set in a mask of stone. Whoever this woman was to him, she was important. Important enough to talk back to a Prince. I rolled my eyes, this still sounded like an excuse to spare her life, and unlike my father, I was not one do so. An eye for an eye as the saying goes.

                “I don’t care if she is hurt or not,” I huffed, already tired of this conversation. She would be executed as soon as I walked away from the cell. “She has taken my most loyal soldier from me, and the debt will be paid.”

                “Most loyal solider?” A small voice rang out through the cell, so soft I almost missed it. My eyes slid to the women, and I watched her stiffen at the words. Slowly she turned her head to look at me. A small, pale, and flawless face was framed by her long black and curly hair. Her skin looked almost porcelain in the grimy lighting of the dark and damp cell. Thick pink lips that had a gash straight down the middle, taking nothing away from the permanent pouty frown. Bruising was splattered across her right cheek in every shade of purple and yellow, and crept up towards her eyes. Eyes like emeralds.  I was staring into the center of a dragons most prized gemstone, a deep pool of swirling green and silver. Eyes that were looking back into my own, and filled with such a rage and disgust it would have sent a chill down any normal human’s spine. Unfortunately for her, I was not just any normal man. I was Prince Devin Ben Avon, and born of the royal blood of the Kingdom Vura. Making me not only her master, but one of only two humans that cannot be affected by faery magic. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on, and the deadliest. Despite what my father says about his newest pet, I will kill her before the end of tomorrow evening. A faery that powerful can never be allowed back into the living world, as it would bring the death and destruction to the entirety of the human race.

                “Until tomorrow,” I said quietly before turning on my heel and leaving without another word. I had plans, and they needed to be executed before I fell into the green abyss of her eyes forever.