The Rouge Angel (Book 1) - HTTYD

9| The Council of Angels

|RUFFNUT|

I glare at Eret as he stands beside me, my rage and hatred making my insides boil. I want to spit and snarl horrible and repulsive things at him, but the Man staring down at me makes even me fall silent.

Drago.

He sits in a thrown made of dragon bones, resting his chin on his palm. It's been minutes, yet he has said nothing. And I definitely was not going to speak.

"Are you afraid?" He finally asks, his deep voice booming through the wooden room.

I look at him defiantly. "No."

"Yes" he says, leaning forward in his throne. "Yes, you are. I can feel the fear radiating off of you."

"If thats true, then you must of bumped your head at some point in your pathetic life" I grit.

He looks at me darkly, standing from the throne. I hold my breath, wanting to retreat, to run away. But even if I had the courage to do so, my legs were numb and I couldn't move them.

"Sin" he growls.

The girl steps forward, her dark-red bang covering one of her dark green eyes. "Yes Drago?"

He sits back down, looking pissed and tired. "Take her to the torture chamber. I want to snap her out of that attitude of hers."

I gulp, my arms shaking.

No, no, no, no, no..

Eret gives off a pained look, before looking to me. He doesn't move though, or speak up. He just looks to the ground in defeat. I can feel Sin smile at me through the metal plate covering her mouth and nose, like she's pressing a hot poker against my skin. Her eye glitters with excitement, and she grabs my full arm roughly. When she notices my hand shacked, and the other cuff connected to my upper arm, she cackles.

"How'd you loose your arm? Did it disappear, like your brain? Stupid, and missing a limb. Plus I get to torture you. This day just keeps getting better and better."

I struggle against her, fear racing through me. They were going to torture me. To hurt me. I want to scream and thrash about, but I've frozen up and all I can do is pathetically struggle against her. She manages to drag me away, and I look back to the room with Drago one last time. Eret looks at me, looking conflicted and torn.

His hazel eyes are the last thing I see before I am plunged into the darkness of a lonely hallway.

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|HICCUP|

Weeks pass by like leaves in the wind.

I've met up with Fyre, talked to her and hung out with her. Every day, I get somewhat closer to her, gaining more and more of her trust. She's foolish to trust me. She's so...gullible. It makes my inner demon smile every time I think about it.

Astrid has stayed on the damp door of the mountain cave, still chained. I barely feed her, making sure she is still alive but with no energy. I haven't tortured her or done anything since I burnt her neck and sprayed her with water. My demon inside wants me to, but I have big plans for that bitch. Big plans indeed.

I now stand at the cliffs; dark clouds hanging above my head. The smell of rain fills the air and winds start to pick up. A storm is on its way.

Fire hasn't shown up yet. She's late. My stomach twists in worry, but then I shake my head and growl at myself. Why does it matter? Why do I care? I shouldn't, damn it!