The Demon's Fate The Endborr Chronicles

Chapter 2

Damien woke with a start, his head lurched up from where it had been on his chest and collided with the stone wall behind him. He groaned, waking up was always the hardest part. He rubbed the back of his head the best he could while his hands were cuffed with iron cuffs, a stiff piece of metal keeping his hands always five inches apart. The iron chains that attached the cuffs to the wall clanked when he moved. His feet also had similar cuffs on them with similar chains attaching the cuffs to the wall. His skin had always been extremely pale but now it was more so. Deathly pale, colorless, skin that was almost transparent. His frame was much thinner and all of the life seemed to be gone from him. Despite this he was doing rather well having been locked in a cell for about 300 years. 

The cell door opened with a loud bang, Damien looked up wearily as three figures entered the cell. Magathor stood a few yards away from Damien looking down at his prisoner with an expression of immense displeasure, his hands clasped together behind his back. Magathor looked about the same as he did 300 years ago accept more sour, angry, and vicious. His hair was a bit greyer than it had been, though Damien would never say so to his face. The two angels looked like any other angel in Magathor's fortress; blond, heavier build, and the ability to make electric ropes. Theirs were the normal blue and as normal they were arcing between the angels' hands ready fly at Damien and zap him.

"Did you locate the Oddling?" Magathor asked Damien, his voice filled with anger, frustration and bit of malice. Damien nodded weakly. "Then why has she still not been caught!" he yelled spit flying into Damien's face as Magathor walked swiftly forward and leaned over Damien, his hands splayed on the stone bench Damien sat on. Damien looked down at the floor. This had the dual purpose of not having to make eye contact with the Elder Angel and letting his head, neck and shoulder muscles rest.

"It takes time," Damien explained for the thousandth time. This happened almost every time Magathor needed Damien to do his dirty work. "I can't figure out their affinity right away."

"You have one job here! One job!" Magathor was pacing around the cell throwing his hands into the air as he talked. "I give you food, water, and accommodations to do this one job for me! I could just kill you now! That is standard procedure, to kill your kind! The only reason you are still alive is because I still have a use for you! Do you understand that?" Magathor had stopped pacing and had put his face right in Damien's. Damien gave a small nod, he understood and he also knew that Magathor would most likely keep him alive for as long as possible before Damien died a long and painful death. Damien's head dropped back onto his chest.

"I don't think you do." Magathor spat at Damien who hung his head further. Magathor walked out and signaled the angels with a wave of his hand. The angels smiled cruelly and did the Elder Angel's bidding, throwing their electric ropes at him. Damien screamed in pain as the electricity arced between angels and his chest. His body convulsed and writhed as the ropes moved from one place to another. Magathor exited the cell and walked down the hall, the light coming from the electric ropes in Damien's cell throwing shadows around the walls and across Magathor's face. Magathor's face was shaped into a horrible smile that only looked more terrifying in the light. His eyes were deep dark wells in his face and looking into them was like looking into a black hole that was slowly draining you of your life.

Damien's screams followed Magathor down the hallway and slowly died away until they couldn't be heard any more.