Caesar

CHAPTER ONE • SHELLS

Urim torture house, Deyuny

A young lady is dragged on the floor. Her red hair is in the strong grip of an abnormally large man and he uses it to pull her through the hall. Her dark green gown is wrinkled as it drags against the ground causing it to fray from the excessive friction. Tears fall aimlessly down her cheeks, her ocean blue eyes widen in desperation. What could she have expected from the devil himself? she was assigned a task within a certain period of time and she failed to complete it and acted based on her own emotions.

She is thrown right in front of him - her devil. He was a terrible person, horrible in human relations. He used her and paid for her time like she was some piece of cloth, had no regard for human emotions or life. Why then did her heart beat for him and him alone?

"You had one job...which was the bain...what was so hard in just keeping an eye on lord Elliot and monitoring his search for the bain?" His deep melodic voice disturbs her thoughts.

His hands hit the table aggressively and his fingers press hard against his palm. His dreamy midnight eyes stare at her.
"Why did you have to betray me?"

She avoids his eyes as tears rushes out of hers. She clutches her fist as her head faces the ground. Her handsome breathtaking devil stands in front of her.

"Why do you work day and night? deprive yourself of sleep, overdose on medications...all to bring back a dead lover...where was she? I have been loyal by your side for centuries...!" She finally sums up the courage to speak.

His lips part revealing his teeth and his mouth opens wide. His laughter is insane and mad with rage.

His eyes dart to the two abnormally large men standing by his side.
"Tie her up!"

The men drag her up as she flies in the air then aggressively place her on a table tying her to it with huge white ropes.

Caesar's eyes are back on her. This time, she wished he would look away. His dashing eyes stared at her as his lips questioned.
"You betray me and you dare to question my actions?"

His hands wrap round a dagger holding it tightly, his steps slow as he walks towards her.

"When you bring in a pig, cater for it and feed it. It seems to forget that it is still just food."

His eyes explore her face searching deep into her soul. His lips part slightly as he nibbles on his lower lip.

His hands trace the dagger down her fore arm drawing a straight line. What terrified her was that his eyes were entirely on her as she screams shouting out her lungs in pain, Watching every movement on her face, every line that appeared on her forehead, watching her pain. She could see the satisfaction on his face as his dark dead eyes bore into her.

The dagger moves peeling off her skin like a knife would to an apple. The red inner flesh stared back at him as he drops the dagger close to her laps.

His eyes glitter as they move down observing his hand which were red with her blood. He Stares down at those large hands of his. Blood coloured it and some even drop down.

"Kill her!" He instructs.

He rubs his bloody hand against her clothes cleaning it. She stares at him, a mixture of fear and disbelief on her face.

"I must say you have such unique, beautiful colour of blood..."

Her eyes stare at him in disbelief.

He chuckles as his handsome face offers a deadly smile.

"...it's a compliment!" His eyes glitter as his feet turns as he walks forward. They move briskly and swiftly against the ground. He stops, speaking without turning back.

"...make it slow and painful...!" He says then continues his movement towards the exit of the dark room.

"...play that song of hers... the one of about one sided love and its ills...!"

His feet finally walk forward as he nods to her terrifying screams which sounds melodic to his sadistic ears.

She shouts in the midst of horrid screams. She could taste her tears on her tongue and she could feel drops of blood rush down her skin like ants running up ones' skin.

"So you are aware of my feelings towards you and yet you...?"

He stops right in front of the exit door which also served as the entrance.

"You were never qualified to feel anything for me!"

With that he walks out. The screams behind him fade into the uncertain darkness with every step he takes forward.

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Mountain groin, Eastern Yunchi

Her dark brown eyes follow the paintings on the wall, her hands caresses the rail of the stairs as she climbs it.

Verbena sighs in, she was home atlast, in Mountaingroin somewhere she so longed to be in but not anymore. She stops looking at a picture with golden frame.

When you were an outcast like her you just couldn't fit in anywhere, its like you plague wherever you set your foot on. The grass was never green for her. Tears fall earnestly down her cheeks. Memories like videos played in her mind.

A little version of her with her milk chocolate skin and dark curly hair walked through a street. The rain showered down and little drops of water rest upon her skin.

Her tiny hands knock on one door. It is black and huge.
Her childish voice screams.

"I am looking for Dougless...my friend!"

A brunette haired child opens the door. Verbena's little face is lit up with a smile.

"Go away...you murderer!" Her eyes stare back in hostility.

Verbena's eyes are flooded as the rain falls down rinsing them off. She stares back, her eyes red with sorrow.

The little girl pushes her down on the wet street. Her cry is loud and torturing. Her mother quickly runs from inside and takes her in then shuts the door in Verbena's face.

Her gown is soaked with street water and she coughs out loudly. Weakly, she moves on to another door knocking...

As she stares at the pictures, the sound of various doors being slammed in her face clouds her ears louder than bombs.

Her hands cover her ears as she falls to the ground and down a couple of stairs. A huge red scratch is on her forearm.

Tears fall down her cheeks as she pants loudly, she voices out repeatedly;

"I don't need them!" Her heart beat increases as her hands go to her chest which feels heavy and diseased.

"I don't need them...i am strong on my own!" She stands up after reciting that clause over and over again.

Footsteps approach her. The tears in her eyes disappears, her leaning onto the stairs position changes and she stands up, her shoulders are high and confident, her emotional eyes become cold and emotionless. She could never afford to be weak.

"Don't ever expose your weakness, hide them! Because others will use them to choke then drown you!" A voice rings loudly in the stair case.

The voice comes from an old man with chocolate skin who stands leaning against the wall. His eyes watch her as he could see through her thick shell.

"Father!"

She calls out. Her eyes are flooded as tears drop down her cheeks.