Rebirth (Completed)

China Doll

He proudly gazed at his most prized possession who was trapped in the glass container that would keep her from trying to escape. The day he first set eyes on her, he knew what kind of power she possessed and that someday she would belong only to him.

The girl was the key to his plans of world domination that he had been working and processing on for ages. He strokes the glass in a delicate matter pretending that he was actually touching her pale skin.

She was like a beautiful doll dressed as a bride only for his pleasure to gaze upon her beauty especially since the color white graced her body wonderfully. How he couldn't wait for his puppet to open her lovely green eyes and take in where he had placed in.

Quivering with excitement, the dark lord backed away from the glass coffin and walked over to the one besides his puppet. There lying in the posture of sleep was another girl he had grown fond of and couldn't let her escape his clutches. Her long dark hair framed her face and the beautiful blue dress fit her body like a glove.

The young Darcy Lewis still hasn't awaken from her slumber and he couldn't help but adorn her sleeping form for she was a princess waiting for true love's kiss to raise her from her sleep-like death.

There were many other charming young girls that he had in his custody but they weren't as important as the lovely Darcy and the desirable Serena.
Yes he was quite fond of his collection and it thrilled him to be able to always behold such pretty creatures. People would think that he had some sick and twisted mind to hold these girls as captives, but it was his way to fulfil his desires and needs.

The god of lies chuckled, 'yes I am some vile bastard who prey upon helpless mortals.'

"You have done well, my love," a seductive feminine voice purred into his ear, "I knew that you could conquer this world." He frowned and turned around to face the Enchantress with a look of annoyance written across his face. "Hold your tongue, girl and kneel before your King," he spat in anger for her lack of disrespect.

The blonde bowed low to the ground and stared at him with her sickening love-struck eyes. 'Ugh, why do I even put up with her.'

"Remember your place," he hissed as he made a 'rise' motion with his hand, "you are nothing but a tool that I could use whenever I please." The god smirked as he saw that his harsh words caused Amara to squirm in discomfort. "May I remind you, my king, that if it hadn't been for my help you would not being ruling Asgard right now," she defiantly spat back as she rise to her feet.

The king growled and swiftly grabs the Enchantress by her neck. "Do you know what I do to peasants in their impertinence? I squeeze the very life out of their bodies." His hold tightened around her throat and she tried desperately to claw at his hand.

Releasing her, she fell to the cold floor taking in huge gulps of air. "Please forgive, my king," Amara rasped out. "Out!" he snarled and the girl fled the room.

Upon hearing someone gasping for breath, Serena's eyes fluttered open and she took in her settings. 'I'm back on Asgard?!'

She cautiously placed her hand out in front of her only to come into contact with the cold glass that was surrounding her. Her eyes widen in shock and she felt a panic attack slowly rising for she was very claustrophobic.

In her panic state of mind, she begins slamming her palms against the glass. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" she screamed in horror.

"Tut tut," a voice tsked, "that is no way for a princess to behave." The man of her nightmares stepped out of the shadows and into her view.

Serena shrieked and backed away from the glass shaking in fear for standing in front of her was no other than Loki, the god of mischief, but it was not her Loki for he had the eyes of a demon.

"I don't understand," she whispered admitting to her confusion, "how could there be two?"

Loki laughed a deep laugh that sends shivers down her spine. "Are you really that naïve or blind?" he sneered at her quivering form, "this is only one god of lies and that, my dear, is me." Serena frowned. 'It still doesn't make sense.'

The dark one sighs and she knew that he definitely heard her thoughts. "The Loki that you married to was a clone that has gone rogue," he explained, "I sent him to soften you up but somehow he gained feeling of his own for you and rebelled against me."

"Why are your eyes blood red?" she asked in a whisper and Loki chuckled at her terror. "They are my true eye color," he answered in irritation, "besides it's the only way to tell us apart."

Serena understood that he was talking about him and his clone. A hatred for this god ignited inside her heart and she growled. "Just you wait my Loki will come for me."

The trickster rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. "You just don't get it, do you? I am Loki and you, my puppet, belong to me. No one...I repeat no one can save you," he smirked in triumph.

Serena shook her head in disbelief still trying to make sense of everything and cringed when the god of lies laughed wickedly. "No," she whispered, "I don't believe you. He will come for me. My husband will save me."

She could tell that Loki was frustrated with her and squeak in surprised when he teleported in front of her inside her prison. "I had told you from the beginning that your heart and mind belong to me. I own your very soul, my darling puppet," he spoke in a low tone close to a growl.

She shudders in disgust when his hand grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to stare into those demonic eyes. "You are MINE," he emphasis on the last word.

Serena heart jumped into her throat as he lean down to capture her lips with his own in a rough kiss. Smirking, he pulled away from her breathless form and her eyes widen when his hands squeeze her bum.

"Once I'm done with you," he whispered lustfully in her ear, "you will be begging for more and that's a promise."

Instantly Serena knew that she was in for a whole lot of trouble and tears streamed down her face when she accepted the fear that no one was coming to save her.