Bow Before The Lord Marshal

Lord Vaako

"Protect the Half-Breed," the raspy voice said.

Protect me, you asked yourself. Why me?

The pain suddenly went away, and the hum as well. The light of the floor turned off, and you could no longer feel yourself being pulled down. You did, however, feel weak, and you couldn't pull yourself up.
The doors to the cage opened, and the horned Necromonger entered with two guards behind him. Your vision began to fade to black, and the last thing you heard was the horned Necromonger speak.

"Take her to my chambers."

Then, silence.

You had no idea how long you were unconscious, but when you woke, you were in a bed. Confusion began to consume you, and you looked around. The room was dimly lit, but there was a door on the opposite wall of the bed. The door was closed, but you still wondered if there was anyone on the other side. You felt like there were eyes on you, so you looked around until your eyes settled on a dark corner of the room.
The silhouette of the horned Necromonger was all you could make out. You knew he was watching you. Probably trying to figure you out, but couldn't. The Necromonger appeared to be sitting in a chair, and he didn't move a muscle. You took a deep breath, and the Necromonger finally moved. He lifted his hands up to his helmet, and he pulled his helmet off of his head.
After he took off his helmet, he set the helmet on the ground, by his feet, and he stood up from his chair. Slowly, he walked forward so the light could hit his face. He looked down at you, and you felt his power. His dark hair was cut short, and his pale skin almost appeared white in the light. He squinted his eyes as he tried to read your face.

"Do you know who I am," he asked.

You shook your head 'no'. He smirked, then he sighed. Walking around to the end of the bed, he continued to speak.

"I am Siberius Vaako, Lord Marshal of the Necromongers."

You stared at him in shock. He was the Lord Marshall but what had happened to the Lord Marshall who had you placed in your cell?

"Are you curious about how I am the Lord Marshal," he asked. It was almost as if he could read your mind. You nodded slightly, and he chuckled.

"It's a long story, but the last Lord Marshal wasn't a believer of the faith. Our last Lord Marshal killed the Lord Marshall who led the attack on Helion Prime, and in our faith... you keep what you kill," he said in a quiet voice.
You were still confused however. He didn't answer the question. With confused eyes, you looked up at him, as he walked towards you. His stance had you frozen in place, but you tensed as if you were ready to fight. The power he held could be seen in his face, and he knew it. He kept walking toward you until he stood next to you. Leaning down, close enough that you could feel his breath on your face, he looked deeply into your eyes. It was almost as if he was searching for something.

"I, however, took the rank of Lord Marshal. All I had to do... was go to the Underverse," he hissed out softly.

He smirked, as he saw the power he had over you, or so you thought. You were scared of him, yes, but he didn't have true control over you... not really at least. His eyes looked like they were dark grey in this lighting, and you saw his eyes glance down at your lips. You now knew that he had his eyes set on you. The Lord Marshal who had captured you was curious about you, but not like this.
Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and the Lord Marshal immediately stood up straight. He quickly turned to see who was at the door. Tense, he looked at a tan skinned woman, dressed in a golden dress that hugged her body tightly, and her dark hair was up.

"Lord Vaako," she hissed, then she looked over at you with her dark eyes. "And who's this? A plaything," she asked.

Vaako rolled his eyes, and with a scowl on his face, he replied.

"She is not a plaything, and you are not to harm her, Dame Vaako," he growled. "The Quasi-Deads want her to be protected."

Dame Vaako looked at her Lord Marshal with curiosity .

"And why would they want a breeder to be protected," she asked.

The Lord Marshal shook his head.

"I don't know," he answered.

Dame Vaako huffed, then she raised an eyebrow and looked at you.

"What is your name," she asked.

You felt fear grip you. You hadn't spoken in so long, you didn't even know if you had a voice anymore. Something within you told you to run, and you decided to listen.
Shooting up, you lunged for the Dame, knocking her down. You heard the Lord Marshall yell, but you didn't understand what he said. Running out of the room, you were met with a small living room, and you quickly looked around. Spotting a larger doorway, you ran toward it. The large door was quickly pushed open, as you ran out of the Lord Marshal's chambers.
There were many Necromongers, in tunics, that stared at you. Armored Necromongers lifted their weapons and ran toward you. As quickly as you could, you ran. You didn't know where you'd go, but you just wanted to escape. Armored Necromongers ran after you, then one blocked your path. He held an axe in his hands, and he lunged at you. Watching him approach you, you calculated when you should dodge his attack. When he was close enough, he swung at you, and you jumped back.
He looked up at you, and you didn't hesitate. You jumped onto his back, then you jumped down to the other side of him. The impact of your landing on his back made him lose his footing causing him to fall to the ground. You continued to run as fast as you could through the corridors of the massive ship.
Then, you found your way to the room with the throne. You jumped down from the upper level to land in front of the throne. You saw another hall, opposite to the throne, and you ran for it, but then a chain looped around your neck. You felt a force pull you by the chain on your neck, and you fell to the ground. Trying to get the chain off of your neck, you look for who holds the chain.

The Lord Marshal, Vaako.

He scowls, then he begins to pull you toward him by the chain. Choking, and trying to pull yourself free of the chain, you feel yourself fight against the pain.

"Stop fighting," he growls.

When you finally get to his feet, he places a boot against your neck. You stopped and looked up at him. The anger on his face said it all: he was not in a mood to be messed with.

"That's enough running," he hissed.

Slowly, he took his boot off of your neck, and multiple armored Necromongers came forward.

"Put a collar on her, and put her in the spare room of my chambers," he says calmly.

You begin to struggle against the chain, but it's no use. You've been captured again, and you didn't know what was going to happen to you now.