Demonlands

Chapter Eighteen - Prisoners

Isabelle's POV:

The training room was barren of all the weapons that had once been placed there. We were lined up and shackled with a shackle rune, we were lined up against the wall watching as Tate and Kalin had a conversation about the Consul. We had been under lock and key in the training room for two days. We couldn't do anything and for some reason or another the only people without shackle runes were Tate and Kalin.

All I knew was what my mom had told me which was that my sister was still alive but she was the hostage of the greater demon Annix. We couldn't really understand whether Kalin and Tate were our guards or prisoners like us. From what I could hear they were talking about how to get out and what they were going to do once we had escaped.

Kalin's POV:

It's not that I hated the Law it's just that right now it was wrong. We had been ordered by the Inquisitor, the second in command after the Consul to contain the traitors who had been previously the residents of the Institute. We were talking about how to get them out when a knock at the door stopped our conversation.

The door opened admitting the Inquisitor's right hand "man", he was more of a boy and he was a beautiful boy at that. He wasn't just any beautiful boy, he was the beautiful boy that had almost taken Isabelle's virginity. He smiled his perfect smile and I consciously blushed looking at me teasingly Tate elbowed me disapprovingly.

"I'm here to help you, I have a plan to let you escape if you let me come along." His voice was quiet and soft. "You're going to need this gear." He handed us the black garments and gave us each a weapons belt. He removed the shackle runes from those who had them. They stood up Isabelle's hand was in his, her face a mask of emotions from love to determination. "You're to pose as my guards until we're out then we will make it to the waiting Portal to out rift base.