"Do not test my patience, Evangeline", Alex commanded with his deep, soothing voice, cornering her with both his muscular arms. "You do not want to know what I'm capable of doing to you" he added as she felt his icy breath on her neck.
"I thought y...
The cell buzzer rang and the three feet thick titanium door opened, revealing the familiar scarred face.
He was sitted on the prison bed provided to him, he looked up with a smirk. "It's about time.", he said as he stood up.
He might have been a thousand years old, but he looked as if he were still in his youth. Only the scar was the feature that had ruined his chiselled face. The hideous scar ran from the corner of his right eye down his high cheekbones to his sharp jaw.
"My belongings?" he ordered to his serf, who handed him his clothes, mask and the medallion which he could use to communicate with being of different realms and summon evil to his doorstep. The medallion was his power source, since his abilities were stripped off by his father.
"Is my army ready?" he asked as he placed the mask of his firmly, hiding half of his face - hiding the scar.
"Yes Zelroth." the serf replied and immediately he strangled the servant with a twitch of his hand.
"Master. You shall call me, master" He corrected him.
"Yea-Yes Master" the servant stuttered, suffocating.
"Good. Is the aircraft in position?" He released his serf.
"Yes Master. But we are going to have to pass security first. It would be a blunder if they knew I was the one who let you out." The servant gulped in fear. "And - and our deal ---"
"Worry not, you shall be given what you bargained for." He said as he put on his cloak and stepped out of the container he was in. "Ah." he sucked in a huge breath. "I love the smell of freedom." he said with a devilish smile.
He held on to his medallion and whispered some spells to it. "I summon thee!" he exclaimed and a cloud of dark smoke formed around him.
The smoke swirled and disappeared. What was left behind was a charcoal black liquid which started to rise, taking shape of a human kneeling before him.
"Master." it spoke after it had finally transformed to a human. The serf stared in awe, frightened by the current events.
"Take us out of here Lucien. Kill any witnesses." He ordered and in a second they were gone, with no evidence left behind.
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Author's note :
For my new readers -Welcome to Trapped in a Fantasy. Thank you for taking time to read this book. I appreciate it a lot! I love you. ❤
For my previous readers :Hey guys, I hope you are all fine. So I decided to add a prologue. I know I should have done that earlier. Sorry. I hope you guys enjoyed it though. ❤
So how does Zelroth look? Answer- Devilishly handsome.
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