Guardians - A King's War

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Hero's POV

I flinched awake to some odd feeling stirring in my chest. I could sense something wrong; it gave me chills. I sat up and looked around foggily. I was in a sort of cell, like a human sized dog kennel. There definitely wasn't enough room to shift, and once again the shudder ran down my spine. I watched a hellhound trot past my cage, it's eyes not even landing on me for a second as it headed to wherever it was supposed to be. 
I tensed as I realized why I'd been so unnerved by it.

It was made with my blood.

I glared as she stopped in front of my cage, smiling almost fondly after her pet.
"Isn't it wonderful? I've been saving it for this moment." The Dark One looked at me for my reaction, and for a fraction of a moment she looked shattered and helpless. Needless to say, I was a little thrown off, and she must have seen something resembling pity on my face because she rolled her eyes.
"If you regretted banishing me neither of us would be here Hero, so don't look at me like that."
"I don't regret banishing you, and that wasn't why I was looking at you like that." I shot back.
She didn't believe me, which didn't matter.
"... You saved my blood to make a few dogs with it?" I asked, letting my disgust seep into my tone.
"Not a few dear, an army." She grinned.
"I'm excited to see Divine's reaction, she's always had a sensitive nose to these kinds of things."
I scowled.
"And here I was thinking she was your favorite."
"I loved you both equally." Her tone turned sharp and her gaze felt cold, making me want to shrink back and cry. I didn't.
"Sure you did." I replied sarcastically, looking after the hellhound.
I glanced at her while she wasn't looking, and she looked... regretful.

She wouldn't have done it... She wouldn't have done it if she had loved me...

I took a slow breath and looked back at her directly.
"What do you want with me? Obviously, you didn't just come here to show off your new dog."
Instead of answering, or even looking at me, she turned on her heel and trotted away.
I flinched as what seemed to be a thin door made of rock slammed shut, trapping me in a dark, small box. The air got thick, and I struggled to breathe a little. I started seeing black spots and getting drowsy. After a few minutes I was unconscious again.

She wouldn't have done it if she loved me.....

She wouldn't have ______ me.......

She shouldn't have ______ me if she was my ___........

Do I really regret it.....?