Neko Princess Submits to the Dragon of Dragons

Chapter 8: Revenge

A/N TRIGGER WARNING: Sensitive Topics and Violence. Reader discretion advised. Do not read if easily triggered. (Writing this character and these scenes made me mad so that's saying something)

Celestia woke up alone and in a cold cell chained to the back wall with no bed or anything except a pile of straw in a corner. She frantically looked around when she heard a large door creak open and footsteps come closer.

"Ah! I see you are awake my dear" the mystery man said with a purr. Shivers shot down her spine as she realised something felt off. Sending a confused look the man's way, he chuckled darkly. "Looking for your cat spirit? Sorry, not gonna happen. You see, my people have found a way to block nearly all shifters from being able to shift. I've had my eye on you since you first arrived in this kingdom. I knew you would be the perfect pawn in my game of revenge. The so-called "Hero of Avalon" is nothing but a sham." She took a moment to study the man before her. He was tall, but still short compared to Issei. His hair was a silver blonde held in a ponytail that he let rest on his left shoulder. His eyes, she noted, were an orange-y colour that contrasted his pale skin tone. If he hadn't kidnapped her, she might have thought he was handsome. Regardless, no one was as handsome as King Issei. Just thinking about him made her miss him. Wait.. I miss Issei? I barely know him. But that smirk that seems plastered to his face is so cute and the way he interacts with all the queens. He calls them his Lovelies. Her train of thought was broken by her captor continuing his rant about King Issei.

"I saw him kill so many innocent people in the name of justice. He killed my family, my dear princess. My mother, my father, my aunts and uncles and cousins. Our entire family line. Destroyed. All in a single night. Why?! What could my parents possibly have done to deserve the gruesome death of the guillotine?! THE. FUCKING. GUILLOTINE!!" He screamed, opening the gate to the cell and grabbing her face hard enough to bruise. "I was only ten years old when I had to witness the deaths of everyone I loved. My parents were merciful rulers. Gave those peasants some worth other than dying out on the streets because they were worthless and useless. They had the privilege of becoming nutrition for us. Tasting their fear as they were drained of their essence for a greater cause made them taste all the better!"

She was astonished that this stranger- no, this monster, thought becoming food for those who happened to be more fortunate enough to be born with money or as a vampire in general was a blessing to the people. That all those people were born just to worry about disease and starvation only to become food for some monster. "You're a monster" she spat out in anger. "Living everyday not knowing when you might be abducted off the street or sold by your parents or those you thought were your friends just to be drained of your life? That's no way to live! You-" SMACK Before she could even finish her statement, he had slapped her across the face hard enough to split her lip before roughly grabbing her face again daring her to speak again. Instead, she just spat in his face which enraged him even more. He picked her up by her neck and threw her against the back wall she was chained to. The impact caused all the air to rush out of her lungs and her vision blurred. Winded and unable to see straight, she attempted to get up but collapsed each time. After a few attempts, she heard the monster say to just give up. He began to walk out of her cell but not before mocking her from over his shoulder, "Oh and by the way dear, that ring of yours? The one the "king" gave you? Don't bother looking for it. I had my men destroy that useless piece of trash the moment you fell for my trap you dumb bitch. No one is coming to save you any time soon. In fact, I might just keep you here as my own personal blood bag. No one will be the wiser after all."

With that, he chuckled darkly once more before closing the cell door, leaving the dungeon. She was left alone with her thoughts as she tried taking in her surroundings to see if she had anything that could possibly help her escape. Luck was not on her side as the stones that made up her cell were smooth with only some cracks in the ceiling showing its age and letting water drip down into a puddle on the floor. Sighing deeply, she crawled over to the corner with the straw and curled up wishing someone would find her soon.