Novel & Cerita He Came To Set The Captives Free

His thumb gently caressed the back of my hand, offering comfort and silent support. He gazed deeply into my eyes, his voice filled with compassion as he spoke. "I cannot begin to fathom the torment you've endured in that wretched place. But please, endure just a little while longer. I have been formulating a plan, a way to free you from this captivity. I promise you, it will all come to an end soon." A surge of hope sparked within me at his words. "I know it feels unbearable, my love," he continued, his voice tinged with both sympathy and resolve. "But trust me, I am working tirelessly to unravel the chains that bind you. The day of your liberation is drawing near."

Then— A finger slid under my chin. Slow. Controlled. Commanding. He lifted my face. I met the eyes of the man I’d been trained to kill since childhood. Cold, dark, intelligent eyes. A king in the shape of a monster. Dante Valenti. He looked down at me like he already owned me. “Look at that,” he murmured. “My little captive finally awake.” I let my lips part, voice trembling on cue. “P-please… don’t hurt me…” His gaze sharpened, amused.

The men under Christopher's command had already found spaces in Rael's guard where they were able to scale their walls, some had even managed to make their way through the gates disguised as servants. "W-What is it you want from us?" One of the servants spoke up having finally found the courage to meet the gaze of their captors. Christopher approached the man squatting down in front of him. "So long as you don't fight us.. Nothing... Live your lives as you see fit. Though if you wish for changes to take charge of your own life for yourself and your family, to have true freedom. Speak to either myself or my men when we're done here." Christopher whispered to the group in front of him. Everyon

he said in a faint voice as his watery eyes met mine. “Open the gate,” I said furiously to the guard standing there, who fumbled with the keys before finally opening the prison gate. “You’ve come to set me free, haven’t you?” he asked, giving an eerie vibe with the way he spoke and talked. “If setting you free means sending your soul to the fiery pits of hell, then yes, that’s what I’ve come to do,” I said, and before he could grasp what I was saying, carried him with both hands and lifted him up to the ceiling, then without warning, flung him towards the gate where he hit his head with a loud bang and yelped in pain.

" He say as his eyes filled with sorrow. I know that staying silent will only result in his victory. In the end, he will still kill us all. I stare at the man in front of me, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. "Set me free, and I promise we will put an end to him. Please, sir, set me free so we can go to my father." I implore him. After struggling with his decision for a while, he looks at me and nods. He walks over to me with his green eyes and, with great force, breaks the chain. I stand up, holding my hands in front of me, overjoyed to be able to move them freely once more. "Thank you," I say to him, smiling gratefully as he nods back at me.

"Not the stories." That night, I didn’t want to leave. I stayed until the stars blinked tiredly over the horizon, and the wind turned cold. He reached through the bars and touched my fingers. "Let me go," he whispered. And I did. I waited until the guards changed post before whispering the undoing spell I'd stolen from a scroll. The cage cracked open, and for a moment, he stood there, free, but still. Then he looked at me with those stormy eyes. "Come with me."

And now… he was standing in front of me. Breathing. Looking at me. Speaking to me. Looking older than I'd ever imagine him to be. “I know,” he said, his voice breaking slightly, but steady enough to hold its ground. “I thought you were lost to me forever. I was told… to be exiled. So…I used to sneak back home once in a while. Patty Mama was fed up. But here I am. Free.” Free. The word echoed in my head like something distant. “I have come to reclaim my family… if you will allow me.”

Inside, we found dozens of people, men, women, and children—huddled together in chains. Anger flared in me as I saw their condition. “These chains come off now,” I ordered. Lyra stepped forward, her touch gentle as she helped free a young girl. The others followed suit, and soon, the room was filled with the sound of chains falling to the ground. “From today,” I said, my voice steady, “you are free. No one owns you anymore.” The freed captives looked at us with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. One woman, holding her child close, began to weep. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

It seemed luck was indeed on my side. "P-please don’t k-kill us," one of them begged. “I am here to set you free. All of you.” I said, expecting to see a spark of happiness in their eyes; there was none. They didn’t move; they just stared at me. “I am setting you free; leave this place, go on with your lives—I am sure some of you have family; return to your family…” I trailed off when I noticed they still sat there, making no move to flee; did they think I was trying to trick them? Couldn’t they see I was trying to help them?

“Ephraim will take you there. You can choose to do whatever you want to do and you can go around the city with him too. Just make sure not to do anything that will get you punished.” I was so confused and didn’t know what to say or how to react. I wondered why he was doing this, why he was giving me this, the road to freedom when I was to be his captive. There was no question if it was because of what happened yesterday, of course it was. But there was a question if it was the pity that he felt for me and out of which he was giving me these things?