Darkous growled; he despised losing. Slamming his hand down on the wooden table he glared at his brother, how did he always win? Darkous was the one to plan and carry out attacks, he had been for the last hundred years. And yet here Hades was, beating him at yet another game of chess. Hades laughed, his night black eyes coated with bliss. The psychopathic lord had taken a break from recruiting, deciding hours ago to pay his brother a visit, his mood instantly lifting. He would retrieve the little princess in a couple of days, taking her out of Dorians care after weeks of her being trapped within his clutches. Darkous suspected that the girl wouldn’t last much longer, her disobedient traits bound to take over. Leaning back in his chair, the psychopathic lord snarled slightly, lighting a cigarette as he scowled towards his older brother, irritated that he once again failed to beat him at the strategic board game. How hard was it anyway? “So what’s that b

Elika shivered, the damp concrete floor beneath her icy and unbearable as she woke from the depths of sleep; the cold seeping through her oversized pale blue gown. She huddled further into the bricked wall of Dorians basement, attempting the rub the warmth back into her frozen limbs. Slowly pulling her legs towards her chest, she continued to tremble lightly, glancing around the eerie dark basement as she searched for any sign of the feral immortal; fearing that he lingered after she slipped into the depths of sleep. The princess sighed in relief as she glanced around the underground room, the silence informing her that he had left; perhaps to acquire another subject he could torture. Continuing to shiver, she forced her mind away from fear, instead hoping that her deranged uncle would come to collect her soon. Believing that even his brutality barely scratched the surface of what the animalistic immortal was capable of.Elika snapped her head towards a far wall, her shoulder

The princess hesitantly took his hand, unable to grasp the meaning of what her uncle had said as he aided her to stand; his scowl seeming to deepen. What test was he performing that involved him slamming her into the ground, with no explanation to what she had done wrong? She wrapped her arms around her stomach as she nodded, deciding against asking the dark lord any further questions. Taking a shaky breath, she glanced up at him, recoiling at his bloodthirsty snarls.“Right, we need to get moving.” Darkous sighed, turning towards the door as he summoned a portal; the swirling black mass appearing in only seconds.Elika stared into the unnatural darkness, taking a deep breath as she followed her uncle towards portal; her small frame trembling in fear. Why had he slammed her into the ground, injured her when she made no move to disobey his orders? She held her breath as she disappeared into the eerie black, the barren feeling of falling surrounding her in on

The princess screamed, desperately pushing against the restraints as Hades applied more pressure to the clamp, crushing her fingers one by one. Tears fell from her eyes as she attempted to struggle, her uncle brutally performing experiments on her while she remained strapped in the wooden chair; completely defenceless. Elika whimpered as the regeneration process started almost instantly, beginning to stitch her bones back together as Hades worked tirelessly to break them; the process deadly agonising. He had somehow amplified her ability, ensuring that she healed after every burst of torture he threw her way; unrelenting as he tested the boundaries of power. Crying, the princess placed her head against the back of the chair, panting as sweat formed across her forehead. The bones in her fingers snapped back into place suddenly, causing Elika to scream; the sound echoing through the vast laboratory. She had gone from one torture to the other, the dark lord never returning for her as s

 The psychopathic lord concealed his handcrafted katana as he removed it from the sheath within his leather jacket, carefully positioning it at his side. He smiled manically when Michael prevented the girl from retreating, the fascinating blue aura that pulsed across her chest slowly receding; as though it knew the damage it had caused. Darkous slowly lifted the magnificent sword, ensuring that his niece would remain unknowing of its existence until it was too late. Snarling in a manner that resembled that of an animal, the psychopathic lord brutally slammed the handle of his katana into the side of her head; a sickening crack stretching throughout the hall. Perhaps I used more force that was necessary, he chuckled within his mind, knowing that his brother was barrelling back down the hall towards him; growling in anger. The little princess eyes widened for a short moment before she tumbled into the ground, blood oozing from a wound in the side of her head.No ma