The Devil Luna

Chapter 1

The chained rattled from the ceiling of the metal cage I was strung from. The metal only had three wholes on each side making a very hot ceil to be in. Not including the wrist to ankle black dress I was incubating in.

I was going to die any day now. I could feel it by the lack of sweat my body was producing. On the first day I was practically making pools of it. But that was some time ago and now I barley dampened my armpits.

It was the middle of the day judging by the heat waves inside of the box. My chained had grown hot and had been burning me around this time for three or four days now. The chart hit a bump and my arm popped out of socket. I held in a painful moan as I swayed to pop it back in.

Before I could, we stopped the swaying pops it back in unexpectedly making me squeak lightly. Silence around me as the wall in front of me was pried open. The sunlight blinded me for several minutes, I could hear people walking around me taking the chains down. I fell on the hot floor with a hiss. A hand wrapped around my wast as I was lifted up quickly and placed on another holding device. My eye sight cleared as I started to be dragged towards a huge wooden door.

The air inside of the corridor was cold on my cracked lips. A shiver ran down my spine as different scents swarmed around me. No body said a word, they just watched as I was drug along to hard wood floor. The guards boots echoed in the massive hall breaking the silence. I looked up to see 6 older men standing in a semi circle an ax resting on a large bloody stump.

I was ok with the thought of death before now seeing the weapon that would end my life. Nothin would save me now just as nothing saved my pack from being slaughtered. The men shifted and threw my on the ground. I laid there on the floor to weak to actually move. I was pulled to my knees by a fist full of my hair. I gave them no sing of discomfort as I was forced to look at the men in front of me. Most of them looked the same with short brown military cut hair, all about the same height and build, dressed in long back robes. One of them raised a hand as began to speak.

"Riana you have been sentenced to death. Your crimes are as followed. Murder in the first degree and torturer in the first degree. How do you plea?" His voice rang out.

"Not guilty, another pack wiped out my whole family. Every one here knows why they are but o one will point fingers at them. Explain that?" I said sternly my voice cracking from lack of water.

"There where witnesses you witch!! We have the proof we need to sentence you! But the King Butler has the final say he will decide your fate. May he have mercy on your soul." The counsel member finished. I winced at the thought of what had happen a mere 5 days ago. My family was dead.

A massive figure slid past the counsel members and stood in front of me. He feet and legs where huge. The King gracefully kneeled in front of me, I didn't not dare look up from his feet. A large hand wrapped around my lower jaw and tugged it up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. Spiders crawled all over my body at his touch causing my breath to catch in my throat. He was an average looking man with a wide jaw covered in black stubble, his hair short black and messy, but his eyes where an emerald green with flakes of brown imbedded in the depths of there beauty. A flash of lightning shot through them making my body shake just looking at him. I single tear escaped my eye running along his thumb. His growl low and deep filled the room startling everyone.

Then silence, he took a shallow breath before saying very softly "She is innocent."

The counsel roared with evidence saying other wise "She slaughtered 150 people including children!" "She was cover head to toe in blood!" "The guards saw her ripping on other there heads off!"

King Butler stood and turned towards the outraged men. "I have looked in to her soul and she has done none of these things. She hover happens to be my mate." He bellowed. The counsel almost turned white. A very attractive women in all white lace pushed the counsel out of her way forcing her self to be heard. She had long light brown hair and a crown nestled atop her head suggesting that she was the queen.

"That cant be. She needs to die your majesty she is not worthy of your presence!" She spoke quickly going for the ax. He grabbed her arm and held her gaze. Tears rolled down her snow white cheeks "You choice me! I have been a loving and fateful wife for almost 10 years!" She pulled her arm away and ran from the room.

The King turned to me and helped me stand next to him calling the guards to take off my chains and sending someone else after the queen. When the chains where off a growl escaped his lips as he examined my burnt wrists. He ordered someone to get a room ready for me and him so that he could take care of my wounds.