Captivity Defined

Chapter Twenty Four

{AN: The "chosen song" for this chapter is Don't Forget About Me by Cloves. The perfect time to play it is when you see the "{[]} {[]}"  Also, this chapter gets a little violent. I do apologize.}

Diable's golden eyes flashed in uncontainable anger, his fists clenching as he slowly rose from the table. Christine let out a tiny sigh, her petite body trembling slightly from the courage it had taken to stand up to the dark lord. Her eyes were locked on his as he started walking towards her, the look on his face so menacing that she wouldn't doubt it if he was coming to kill her. 

She took a small step backwards, almost tripping in the long black gown Diable had given her to wear. Christine's heart started beating rapidly as he floated across the room, a low snarl erupting from his throat. She had nowhere to hide, and even if she did she knew that he would end up finding her. Her only other option was to fight, but she knew that she was no match for the Lord of Hell. 

Diable was directly in front of her by now, his golden orbs piercing into her emerald ones, daring her to try to defy him. Her breath was coming in quick gasps, her bottom lip trembling as she stared up at him, absolutely petrified but refusing to back down or cower beneath his intimidating gaze. 

"You dare to speak against me in such a way... To stir the sleeping beast within my dark soul and expect no consequence in return?" 

His perfect lips turned upwards into a smirk, his evil laugh echoing around the room, causing Christine's heart to beat even faster at the menace his tone withheld. 

"Oh, my foolish little pet. My brave little lioness.."

He reached his hand upwards, and Christine flinched, expecting his palm to strike across her cheek, but instead he lowered his hand to her head and patted it as if she were but a child. 

"Sometimes you really are quite the daredevil. I don't know of many people who would even look at me the wrong way, much less speak to me with such disrespect..."

He tilted his head, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly lowered his hand back to his side. 

"You know that I have tortured, maimed, and killed for much less than what you just did to me."

Christine gulped, but maintained her ground. She would not back away in fear. She could not show him how petrified she was of him... Fear was weakness, and weakness was death. If she had learned anything from Erik, it was that the moment you let your enemy know that you are afraid is the moment that you are defeated. 

"But don't worry. I'm sure I can think of a much more... creative way to teach you a lesson."

He smirked evilly and reached for her, when suddenly a voice erupted from out of thin air, bouncing off the walls of the house. 

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER, YOU VILE CREATURE, OR I SWEAR TO GOD ABOVE THAT YOUR STORIES OF 'MAIMING' OTHERS WILL BE NOTHING BUT A BEDTIME STORY FOR CHILDREN!"

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Christine's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice, her eyes widening as she frantically scoured the room, looking for the one person she knew would come for her. 

Diablo slowly turned around, just as Erik stepped out from one of the many shadows in the room. He walked toward them slowly with all the grace that a Heavenly Being could possess, his footsteps as effortless and as silent as a light breeze drifting through the mountains. 

His black cape swirled magnificently behind him, his golden eyes flashing with a passion she had never seen him possess before. His shining white mask looked even brighter in the dim light of the room, his eyes unflinching as he stared his father down.