She cried out in pain as she violently smashed into the carpet, her head bouncing off the ground.“Have you seen Darkous?” Michael asked, glancing between Joey and Goodwin.The Corporal nodded, “Yeah, he’s gone to his study. I wouldn’t disturb him if it isn’t important.”Michael snarled slightly, turning away from Goodwin as he grabbed the princess by her hair; dragging her from the ground. She stumbled as he picked up his pace, barbarically tugging her back up the stairs by her hair. She whimpered as her scalp burned, her hair still damp from the bath. This time, her uncle’s comrade stopped on the third floor launching her into the ground as he stepped of the spiralling staircase. Giving her no time to recover, he grasped her wrist; pulling her along the floor. Elika fought to rise back to her feet, tripping over the large dress.Michael stooped outside a deep oak door, knocking twice before entering as the

The psychopathic lord slowly sat in his chair, watching as the little princess remained silent. Her shoulders shook as she cried, her head placed gently onto her knees in sorrow. He leaned back in the leather seat, waiting to see if she would speak. When the silence stretched out, he sighed deeply; turning to glance down at the mountain of paper work on his desk. At this rate he would never get anything done, especially with the girl sobbing so loudly. Darkous was always left with all the work, his brother Hades useless with the political side of ruling hell. When the psychopathic lord came to rule over this dimension with his brother, he never expected the amount of paper work involved. And yet, he basked in knowing that the people could do nothing without his approval; especially when it came to leaving through one of the many portals situated around the capital city. Hades remained the king while Darkous was the prince; though that was the way the psychopathic lord liked it. He d

“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

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

“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.