The lords Son VS Remnant

Dream traveler

Hayo comrades, I'm gonna try be introducing a tiny new change in the way I write my stuff. I'm gonna try to add more character thinking since it will be very helpful in developing Maks's personality since I mostly just write down his physical actions and not enough of his own thoughts in the situations he gets stuck in. Also sorry about the late post.

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Maks POV

Maks lays suspended in the air. His arms and legs were getting sore but the metal thorns in the chains are distracting his mind from that.

Salem: "You should just give up sweet child, you will never get out of my grasp and those chains will eventually sap all your power"  

Said Salem while she sat on a chair made of human bones she conjured out of nowhere a while back. 

Maks: "Heh how long is that gonna take, I don't feel your chains doing a damn thing." Welp shitsticks, since I'm stuck here for a while I might as well annoy the hell out of her.

Maks learned to regret that snarky remark as she snapped her fingers and the chains holding his limbs became a lot tighter.

*Pained grunts*

Salem: "Well that may be just true, but I can wait. After all no one is coming to save you. It's just you and me until one day you snap under the pressure or become a dried prune. Not figuratively for both of those outcomes." 

Salem giggled at her own remarks as she watched him float there in pain. Waiting for him to break... Anyday now. Minutes turned to hours and those hours seemed to become weeks in this dark abyss. There was almost virtually no way to keep track of the time passing besides from counting in his head, but Maks didn't have the patience for that and the thorns paid him a constant distraction. Soon Maks tried his luck again and threw some words at her eyes closed form.

Maks: "Don't strain yourself now, you might get a cramp from all this vampirism your doing! Also how much progress have you gotten so far, don't you have some master plan you constantly rant on to me about. Wouldn't wanna waste your time with me and f*ck up any evil chore schedule you have?" Good if I can just get her to try something else it may give me the chance I need. Or worst-case scenario she minds f*cks me into becoming her toy.

She opened her eyes breaking out of her concentration and actually hummed while thinking about his words.

Salem: Well you do prove a good argument. So far I've only striped you five percent of your power, and that cursed little Vale festival is coming around the corner.

She mumbled those last parts about the festival and Maks wasn't able to hear it. After a couple of seconds of thinking, she snaps her fingers again and Maks winces preparing for more stretching from the chains but that never happens. The dark world around them fades away and Maks sees they appeared to be in some sort of large throne room since she was now sitting on 'an obvious throne' he thought.

For once Maks wasn't suspended in the air but the four chains holding down his arms and legs were now morphed into the stone brick ground. Maks flexed his muscles to test any new weaknesses but found still none he could breakthrough.

Salem: "Don't worry my dear Maks, I've called some company for you. Hopefully, he'll be able to convince you to convert."

Seconds later a large double door that acted as the entrance to the throne room slammed open and revealed a sadistic looking scorpion fuanus, he skipped his way into the front of Salem's throne. When he spoke it contained not fully intact sanity and he seemed to lot to put extra emotion into his words and body movement.