Wanderess

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

THE UNTHINKABLE

Both Fayre and Asmodeus talked for what seemed like hours but could have only been mere minutes for what either of them knew.

She told him about his son and his playful grin- she told him all she knew. They talked about Isa and her pure talent at being a mother, they discussed Asmodeus's treatment and her father's betrayal. She asked about potential weak spots in the cells, for a way our- but to her extreme disappointment; there were none.

The steel cell doors were reinforced triply and the stone of the walls was too strong and too heavy to be broken down.

There was clearly magic wards placed to keep any abilities from being used because when Fayre tried to use her natural teleportation, she came up blank. She tried to draw on the strength the Halo had given her, to dig deep and find that buried part of herself that could save them all.

But when she tried, she always came up empty. It was as if nothing was there at all. It was clearly being supressed, but Fayre couldn't help but feel immensely hollow- as if a part of her very being was missing.

The Princess was beginning to nod off when she heard footsteps. She tried to sit up, but the burrowing into her power and the magical block was making her deliriously tired and weak. She managed to pull herself up into a leaning position against one of the walls when she heard the jingle of keys on a belt. Someone was coming.

Either they were here to execute another prisoner- or the King had summoned for the Princess finally.

She watched her cell door as two Guards stepped into her view. The demon Guards looked grim and slightly terrifying if the Princess was being honest with herself. Their dark complexions alongside their black as night hair were an intimidating pair to begin with- but what shocked her the most, was the pure black of their eyes. Much similar to Adrian's yet their entire eyes were back, rather than just the iris and pupil. The look of them sent a shiver of fear down her spine as they unlocked the door and stepped in. their massive frames filled the room with their presence as they hoisted her up from her position.

Fayre felt very lightheaded as they dragged her out of her cell before righting her up so she stood on her own two feet.

She stole a glance towards her cell mate, but she couldn't see him- he had shrunk back into the shadows to remain undetected. A small portion of her resented Asmodeus for his ability to hide and remain unharmed mostly, but when she remembered he sister and everything he had given up for her, she straightened her spine and began to walk to exit the dungeons.

Her escorts followed closely behind her, so much so- she could feel the warmth coming from both specimen.

The walk took longer on their way out, Fayre was slower- her energy depleted and sleep threatening to devour her with every step she took.

When they finally emerged from the underground- the Guards directed her to the throne room. Her dream of her father flashed before her eyes and she prayed that when she walked in- he would be alive- captured, but alive.

When the massive French doors were pushed open ahead of her, she dragged her feet into the room, keeping her eyes downcast so she wouldn't have to face her reality for a moment more.

"Look up, Girl." The booming voice was one she was unlikely to forget in her lifetime. Slowly, ever so slowly, Fayre dragged her gaze upwards. She saw the bloodstained carpet first. They had cleaned the entire Palace but left the stain of her father's blood. For a trophy- Fayre didn't doubt.

Her eyes came to rest on the monster sitting in her father's throne. He lounged as if it were a recliner in a common household. That throne had resided in its very spot since Cael himself sat upon it- and now Malvat tainted history itself.