One year later
The dark cell smells of ficual matter and death. There are rusted blood caked chain and shackles hanging from the thick rock walls. I lye on my torn side as blood pools around me drieing to the cold, hard floor. Shakles scrap at my bleeding wrists amd ankles as i shake from the cold. I look down at where I had dug marks in the rock for each day that has past. There are sixty marks now and I know it has been longer. When they take me from this cell I am in their torture room for days at a time. With in those days I am endlessly Tortured in hopes I will put a brutal end to time and space but by the end of each session I still will not give it. It has been two days since their last torture session and with Alistair growing impatient with my refusals I know I have any where from a few moments to a day at the most. Alistair is not known for his patients.
The lock in the cell door clangs as keys are pushed into it smd turmed. The cell door is shoved open and i know my time of peaceful silence is over.
"Have you desided to help us?" Alistair asks impatiently and i merly stair at the tally marks on the floor. He tskes it as a now and growls out his fustration as i am yanked up by my hair. A gaurd unlocks the chanes from my shakles and i am dragged out by my hair. Blood smears behind me leaving a trail and i close my eyes thanking the void for keeping my heart safe which is the only reason i have lasted so long and not bleed out on the floor of the torture room. I am ruffly thrown onto the blood caked floor and my head smakes against the leg of on of the tables.
I open my eyes to the bright light above me and look down at my blood that os caked onto the floor around me. Hands grab me forcing me on my hands ands knees and knives are shoved through my feet snd hands. My hair is grabbed again and my head is pulled up so i am looking up at Alistair whom is towering over me. He nodes his head to the two guards beside the table that holds all their torture devises that they have already used on me. They grab two thick blades That are laced with darkness from the table and they slam through my lower back. My lower half tryes to fall with the force but the hand in my hair holds me up.
The blades burn through me and then two men breack the blades leaving shares of darkness with in my body and continue the process until they are just below by bare breasts. I shake my body giving out as I fall limply against the hand that pulls hair from my scalp. "Enyo are you going to help me or shall we torture you further?" Alistair asks me so sweetly.
I laugh but my laugh is airless and comes out more of a gasp for air then an actual laigh. "No." I say smiling up at him. Four more blades slam through my upper back through my round breasts. They break the blades leaving shards behind and coninue up to just below my Colorbone. After hours and hours of repeating this process Alistair stands over me glaring down at me.
"Are you going to give in?" He asks smiling at me.
"Never." I spate blood at him and he step way.
"Fine, you leave me no chose." He nodes to a man leaning against the far wall. The man hold up his had and a large screen appears behind Alistair. He steps out of the way giving me full view of the screen. Azieal stands with Abigail protictivly behind him as he stands off against an armoda of heavily armed Men.
Over six tthousand stand surrounding them each with darkness laced blades. "If you." Alistair says ripping my hands from the ground and pulls them behind me slaming the blades still in my hands into my back over laping. He stands over me gtabing my hair and yanks my head up as he pulls me up against him ripping the my feet from the floor. "Do not do as i wish. I will end Azieal." He whispers saductively agsinst my pointed ear.
I watch as the armoda charges him and i know the darkness will not be there to save him as it had me. Tears form in my swollen eyes and i close them. The ground aroum Azieal shacks as it slowly begains to desentergrate around them. Alistair kisses my cheek happly Slitting my throat open missing my vocal cords and drops me to the floor before me. I look up as the armoda still charges and i gather darkness around myself and force my way through it to Azieal.
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Ethereal The Time Lord
FantasyThere was two prophecies spoke of by the higher beans of existence. A phrorhecy of life and that of death. The prophecy of life speaks of two the bringer of life and the bringer of death. Two beans born from a void of darkness. That will bring pe...