Dragonheart

Chp. 4 The Ice Demon

FakeAmourshipper: But I don't WANNA!

Too bad. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can kill people.

Agent 4: *Strums shotgun chainsaw guitar* I hate everyone.

Samson: Hurry up already.

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"Leanna Napoleoni. You are a small problem that will be taken care of swiftly."

I held her up by her neck behind the life dragon cabin, her hands uselessly clawing at mine.

"You see, whenever I injure someone, I want them to learn their lesson for messing with me. Case in point, Odelle the bootleg little mermaid."

She continued to amuse me with her weak voice.

"W-what's y-your point, you m-monster?"

I smiled darkly.

"Oh, I'm no monster. I'm a demon. But anyways, my point is this: I don't like you healing her. You do understand where I'm going with this, correct?"

She spit on my face, which quickly evaporated. My fire powers are useful for one thing. I scowled, and pressed my thumb deeper into her neck, which then caused frost to form where I pressed. I then got closer to her face.

"Well, to continue, you're going to be punished. Wait, nevermind. I actually have a much better idea. You're going to be my new toy! You're so lucky! This opportunity almost never arises! To break a few things down for your small mind, when I send people to your cabin, from injuries of course, I want you to make sure that they never heal, or their condition gets worse, all right?"

"I'll n-never do that!"

"You don't seem to understand who's in power, here. In fact, I was going to limit your punishment to just that, but you've enlightened me! From now on, you're going to be obeying my orders, and if you don't, let's just say,"

More frost formed on her neck.

"Things will get cold in here. Understand?"

She nodded slowly.

"That's a good dog! Well, for now, you will be following me until told otherwise. And be a dear, and don't tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about our newfound relationship. Especially Lehrhaupt. Okay?"

She nodded again. I then spoke in a tone that one would use when talking to a dog.

"Good girl! You want some food now, don't you? Yes you do! Let's go get some!"

I then threw her on the ground, before walking to the mess hall with her following behind.

When we arrived, we sat down at my table in the darkest corner of the mess hall.