When All You Have are Embers

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Eugene

    "I can sense her!" He shrieked. "I can feel her magical presence!" He pushed everything off of his table in a fit of rage.

    "My Lord, your master must have been wrong. The female Casters were wiped out centuries ago." His adviser tried to reason with him as he paced around the room. Eugene cracked his knuckles and stormed over to him. He grabbed his throat and pinned him to the wall.

"Her magic... has been awakened! And her power..." His voice quivered as he let his adviser go. He turned away from him as he carried on. "Her power is unimaginable! So many years of stored up energy... Has made her into a God..." He swung his arm and the table flipped over. 

"It is not worth... concerning yourself with... My Lord." He panted as he held his throat. "Even if her full potential is as great as you say... She is unaware of that." Eugene turned to his adviser and nodded nervously. 

"You're right..." He whispered. "I will kill her myself." He smiled. "And I'll make short work of it. She will have no last words." He yelled, as he stormed off to the dungeons. He ran down the halls of his castle until he reached the doors of the dungeon halls. Black stone and blood these halls were. He kicked open the door to Annely's cell and marched inside. Yet she was nowhere to be found. He looked everywhere in the small room but he could not find his Gold Elf. He saw the floors he sprinkled with flakes of her golden skin. And the cuffs were bloody and stained with her skin. Her thumb laid on the ground just a few inches from the wall she was once chained to. 

He furrowed his brows in disgust and kicked it away. He screamed out in rage as he punched the stone walls. 
"Where are you?!" He yelled. 

"Behind you." 

He shivered when he heard the voice from behind him. He turned around and saw Annely. Standing there, not moving a muscle. 

"Your skin... It's finally peeled off has it?" He asked.

"No."

"You're not escaping from here." He smiled. 

"No... I'm not... I've already been left behind. I've already died here." She said calmly. He didn't respond. "And you will too." She said. "So no one else will. One life for a million. A fair trade." 

"You can't kill me." 

'No. I can't." She said. "But she can." He looked behind him and saw the stone goblet. He ran over to it and grabbed the edges.

"What have you done?" He shuttered. "What have you done to my magic?!" He screamed. He looked back at her, furious. She stared at him calmly and opened her mouth slowly. He looked at her, confused and backed away slowly. He stared at her for a while, scared to move before something happened. A black fly flew out of her mouth. It flew at him and he followed it with his eyes, terrified. He swatted at it before he clapped it between his hands. He shivered when he looked back at her. And then another one flew out. And another. And they continued. They all flew towards him and soon he was covered in the flies. They nibbled on his flesh as he screamed out in pain. 

Black smoke blew out of her mouth and condensed into a human-like shape. 

"Eugene." It spoke. "I know you know my voice." It said. "These flies are a gift... Not to you. But to the rest of humanity. You intended to destroy the world even after it fell under your grasp. Because you love suffering, Eugene. So much so you would even let yourself feel it to its full potential. You had a passion for that ending... You wanted it. But someone else wanted something just slightly more." His screams echoed throughout the stone walls. "These flies will strip you of your magic circuits. You'll be useless in a few hours." It said. "Lay low for a while Eugene. It would be wise."