CHAPTER I
My fingers moved with a practiced ease, jumping from chord to chord on my only source of entertainment. My mind was somewhere else, but my hands shifted accordingly. The thought invaded my mind, a demanding pressure against my concentration. I shook my head, closing my eyes, resting my hurting head against the rough wall of my cell and breathed, ready for the pain about to overthrow my body.
The need, the ache, the call demanding that I move and that I obey. But I am trapped, have been for centuries. The sting stabbed at my skin and I clenched my jaw as a growl threatened to rip from my chest. I gripped the pendant that burned cold into my hand, the inverted crucifix a symbol of my kind. We all had one and wore them proudly, until that day.
Being the last, I was kept here, trapped, caged and safeguarded for how many centuries, I forget. They thought of me as only a threat, a weapon, a liability, and a monster. My kind were beings of myth, nightmares, and stories. But we were hunted by the Denali. We were powerful, cunning, but they were many… too many. I am old, and I knew the inevitable is a battle best surrendered. And we did, but they were merciless, and they culled us off one by one.
The pain wavered and I dragged in a breath I hadn’t noticed I’d retained. I stared down at my lap, where the shattered pieces of wood pierced my dark slacks. I sighed, brushing off the shards and stood, my black wool coat rustling against my legs, my worn leather boots fitted against my feet were caked in mud and dirt.
“Demon, time to go, don’t do anything unnecessary.”
They had their weapons raised, approximately twelve of them pointed directly at me. I smiled, unnerving the men before me. They all cringed. Fear of a demons smile is wise.
I raised my hands and the secured shackles to my wrists, as routine. They led me down the grand marble halls and to the craved oak door that I’ve learned to abhor.
It opened, the loud room becoming quiet, revealing to me a council, the members sitting in their seats and watching me with sharp gazes, caution and prudence glinting in their eyes. A board of different species all to convict me for a crime I did not commit.
I smiled, flashing my sharpened canines, not letting the smirk reach my eyes.
Settling myself in the wooden seat, I sighed in leisure.
For I knew this would be fun.
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