Lloyd Montgommery Garmadon (Greenflame Story)

chapter thirty-five (another backstory)

Lloyd Garmadon, was a small boy of the age of four.

This boy, was definitely not normal. He was a partling for one and he had powers.
He'd discovered these powers last year.

Yet had been too afraid of what his family would do to him, if he used them.
He swore, his head still hurt from his snapped horn.

Lloyd was currently sitting in his true form. Large thin green wings, his one; black horn, red eyes and fangs.
Not to mention his scaly tail.

He sat, locked in his room. Sobbing.
He had a long trickle of blood, running down his face; staining his blonde hair.

He wanted to feel safe, to feel protected. By something. Anything.

"Well, little boy. Why are you so sad?"

Lloyd quickly looked up, to see who spoke.
Standing in front of him, was a tall demon looking creature.
His skin, looked dead and decaying.
His eyes were empty and deadly, they seemed to burn holes in Lloyd's soul.
With his hair, flaky and green.

More fear, immobilised Lloyd.
"Do not be afraid, little boy."

Evey part of Lloyd, was screaming 'danger.'
But he ignored it, forcing his red eyes too meet the green ones.
"I'm....I'm not afraid!"

He told this creature of a man.
His only question, was how he got in his room.
He had no windows and Garmadon had bolted the door shut.

He man, crouched down to Lloyd's sitting hight.
"Well, of course not. You are the son to the dark Lord."

Lloyd's brain, was still screaming he was in danger.
But he relaxed his shoulders, forgetting about the painful cut his sister had left him.

"Do you have a name, little boy?"

Every time he called him, 'little boy.' It sent chills up his spine.
"Lloyd."

The strange man grinned widely. Revealing his rotten teeth.
It almost made Lloyd, gag.

"My name is Blair."

Lloyd stared at him, and forced a smile.
"Well, Lloyd. How 'bout you give me something."

Lloyd stared at him, not moving from his spot.
"What is it, you want? We've got food and clothes, if that's what your after."

Blair chuckled.
"No, no. Lloyd, I don't want food. Only you can give me it."

Lloyd's mind, began to desperately scream,  for Garmadon.
"Will my daddy allow it?"

He asked steadily.
Blair chuckled again. "No. But, this decision is your not your dads."

"What do you want?"

Blair, grinned.

He grabbed Lloyd's wrist and shoved his back.
Lloyd did scream for Garmadon.

"Give me your soul! I want your life!"

Tears fell from his eyes, he was scared.
"Father! Help me!"

This time Blair growled.
His grabbed Lloyd, by the throat and forced him into the wall behind him.

"Give up your soul, little boy! Give me charge!"

Lloyd couldn't breath.
This was worse, than anything anyone had done before.
"Now!"

The door was opened, and guards ran in; following by Lloyd's father.

"Blair."
Garmadon hissed darkly.

Blair laughed, dangerouly.
"Garm." He ignored, the struggling child in his grasp.

Garmadon, growled walking towards Blair.
"Not so fast. One more step and crush his windpipe."
He told his enemy, squeezing Lloyd's throat tighter.

Garmadon glared at his choking son.
He didn't want to show Blair, how much he actually cared.

Lloyd was getting more pale, his eyelids becoming heavy.

Garmadon angrily gritted his teeth.
"Give in, L."

Lloyd stared at his father horrified.
But he was too scared, to argue.

He went limp, allowing Blair to enter his body.
___________________ two days after

Lloyd lay in his bed, unconscious.
He'd been asleep, since Blair had taken him.

Now his life, was completely in Blair's hands.
His happiness, fear, pain.

Everything was his.