Whispers from the Dark

13.2 A lovers hope

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I'm sorry for the long wait. But here is finally an update. Hope you guys like it. Vote and comment if you want. I'd love to know what you think of the story so far. I might change the title from this chapter yet. I had no inspiration for it. But that's a maybe. If someone knows a beautiful title for this chapter, please let me know! Thanks! Song: Run from Ludovico Einaudi

The first days were terrible. If it weren't the horrific crying sounds of dying souls, I heard the high-pitched scream from Ash. I didn't know what he had done to deserve such torture. Artemis kept telling me to stay strong, to focus my mind on better times. And not get sucked into the darkness. Sometimes demon mages would walk by and occasionally a necromancer, hiding their faces in their hoods. Some looked at me, their eyes angry but still somehow amused about my horrible situation. The worst moments came at night. At least I thought it was night, because my surrounding became a little darker. It was as if at night the howling spirits of the death awoke. During the day I was never completely alone. The Fiend would walk in regularly and two wolves were always guarding me. But at night, they disappeared. I started to understand why the girl before me scratched out her eyes. The large, rectangular room in front of me turned into a dark pool with crawling creatures. Ghosts and spirits of the death still roaming the halls and gathering together here in this great hall. In the corner was a tall woman with her back turned towards me. Her hands in her long dark hair, continuously screaming. There was a ghostly boy holding onto one of the pillars his neck turned around so that his face was align with his back. He kept staring at me with his bloody green eyes as if he wanted to kill me, but he never moved from his spot. At night he would crawl out of the darkness on all fours and climb up onto the pillar to just sit there and stare at me. There were more ghosts all just aimlessly wandering around. And sometimes I heard the giggling of a young girl. She didn't always appear, but when she did, all the ghosts in the room seemed to back away from her into the dark shadows. She would sit cross legged on the floor in the middle of the hall, staring at me. Her face was contorted in an eternal scream. Her eyes were hollow, and her brown hair tangled. I couldn't look at her, for the fear that crept up on me was too intense. I mostly hid myself, by curling myself up in a ball and trying to think of something else. Artemis always tried to calm me down. Sometimes the girl would drag herself towards me and sit right in front of me. Just staring, making this awful gurgling sound. Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her neck was broken just like her fingers and her toes. She couldn't use one of her legs and there for had to drag herself forward with her damaged hands.

When the night was almost over, the Fiend would appear. Kneeling down in front of me with a huge grin plastered on his face. He would take me in his arms. I tried to hold in my sobs, my fears. All my feelings for that matter. He only took pleasure in the fact that I was feeling so lost. "You don't have to sit here, little Elfling," he would always say. "You can join us and work for me. I can give you so much more than you think."

It ended always the same way too. I would look up at him with hate and disgust, spitting in his face. "I will never become your puppet!" The Fiend would clench his teeth together in frustration and stood up. He looked down at me, his eyes digging deep into mine. As if he tried to read my thoughts. "Your loss," he would sneer before stalking off.

Lately I almost got used to sitting against the Fiends mighty throne in the dark. Sometimes he would sit on it and receive guests. He wasn't wearing the dark blue robe anymore. Instead he wore a green long jacket with buttons on the side and strange markings on his shoulders. Underneath he wore purple robes and a necklace with a skull on it. Sitting with his knees crossed over each other, one hand casually leaning on his throne, the other gently stroking my hair. Most of the guests were demonic creatures, reporting their stories about what was happening in the Mid realm. It turned out that the Mid realm was in chaos. The necromancers made their camp in front of Westray and declared war on the high king. The high king had closed the gates of Westray, trapping the citizens inside, while the demons crawled into the city from the underground tunnels. It was good to hear that the Thieves guild were fighting the demons and defending the old elf city. Many demonic creatures didn't even reach the upper ground before being slain by the skilled thieves and assassins. The demonic creatures only appeared at night to terrify the people. In the meantime, the Fiend was planning his attack on the Mid realm to take over this entire realm and break his bonds. The war between humans and mages, gave him the opportunity to secretly crawl back into the world above. The high king was too busy with the Necromancers to even consider the idea that the Fiend was behind all the demonic attacks.