Corrupted

“Let me go!” Persephone growled, trying to rip her hand off from the iron grip on her wrist.“I said, let me go!” She yelled, trying to move but with a sudden yank, she was thrown into the ritzy room, falling on the ground.The aura of the cellar spelling danger, sinking her heart in anticipation of fright, especially his action.“Now, shut this mouth.” Zadicus’ stone-cold voice came, entering the room and locking it, contemplating her bewitching body with a dark smirk on his lips, approaching her like a predator.“You will gain nothing by keeping me imprisoned.” She hissed, looking up at the dominant man before her, colliding with an intense gaze. “You have no idea what I am going to gain.” Letting out a low husky laugh, his steps reached his victim steadily, indulging in the shiver she emitted by the proximity. “What…?” She dared to ask, swallowing hard, raising her orbs to meet his. With a growing smirk, he growled, reflecting his animalistic urges, “Pleasure.” Trembling by the

“My Lady, Please spare some m-mercy.. W-We are sorry.. Please..” The criminals cried hopelessly as the Army Commander Persephone Sage dragged them through the hallways, their blood staining the path of her lavishing mansion.“We are sorry..!!” They cried, crawling back but the chain didn’t let them, throwing them in her training grounds, which halted other soldiers who saw their commander.The strongest warrior of Aziel; Persephone Sage, the fiery fire of Phoenix, notorious throughout the lands for her ruthlessness but never telling what converted her heart into a storm.“Should have watched your actions before.” She replied coldly, kicking down their bloody bodies. “Soldiers! Etch this in your minds! Traitors are given a life worse than death. You love where you live, what do you lack in our blessed land?!" She called."Yet, look where your greed led you. It is our duty to keep our grounds safe from scum like them. A traitor will remain a traitor and we must deal with them accordin

“Try to understand Kriss. Zadicus is here and he is planning something big!” Persephone argued, going after Kriss, trying to convince him. “And how he managed to come?” Kriss asked, stopping in his tracks, turning to her. “You are the one who will be held responsible in the first place. It was your duty to secure our land.” He told her the bitter fact but it didn’t falter her determination.“And I have fulfilled my duties but Zadicus is here, you have to believe me.” She insisted, pulling his arm. “Oh really? For once I can believe, of all people, he came to see you first but how?” He asked, yanking his hand back, folding his arms at his chest.“The Prince! He is not Prince Jazeel, He is Zadicus!” She growled, raising her voice, which caused Kriss to cover her mouth.“For God’s sake, Persephone, Lower your voice!" He whispered-yelled, vexed about her feral behavior. "It hadn’t been a single day and you are claiming him to be Zadicus, don't be absurd. On which proof are you making

Persephone blinked, trying to register his words and her wrongdoing. The action of fulfilling what is required to save her land ended up in its devastation. “He knew… He knew I would do anything to save my land.” She breathed out the unintentional mistake she made. “And took advantage of it.” Hissing, she slammed her hand down, trying to perceive how to get out of this predicament. “What are you saying, My Lady?” Randall asked, distressed by her reactions and words. “We are in the most terrible position.” She breathed out the state she is stuck in, punching the wall, cursing under breath, losing her mind. “What should we do now?” Randall asked desperately and all her faze converted into pure rage, cursing him in her heart. “How did this happen? How could this break out in a single night?” She asked, regaining her senses with extreme difficulty, going with him. “The rebel party you caught. It was not only one of them, they were a whole organization and they have begun their attac

Zadicus was sitting on top of the royal palace, scrutinizing the scenario aesthetically pleasing to his desires, smirking atrociously while staring at the ravage taking place. He died to see this sight, their condition similar to his heart’s.“My Liege,” A voice called, his Number 2, dragging him out from his rhythm of joy.He hummed, motioning her to continue and she informed about the death of number 10 which made her vexed to think how they could survive until the final act.“Kriss Emmett has killed Walter.” His smirk grew wider, anticipating it, “I see…” Looking up at the Moon, he spoke to himself, wallowing in the sight, waiting to see what it might take for Kriss to realize.“Let’s see how many commanders you can kill before you figure out my true plan, Kriss.” Meanwhile among the army, a wave of exhilaration evoked, cheering to know their Prince is on their side and nothing could harm them anymore.“His Highness has killed commander number 10!” They cheered, their faith st