Chapter 10
“Why have they not found her?” Moraug paced impatiently.
“The Kai keep them from entering the forest.” The reply came from Wrenkin, a D’Ugaldian mage and the creator of Moraug’s demon army
“I do not want to hear excuses; they have to find her before her powers awaken.”
“Yes, highness.” Wrenkin bowed and left the room, demons following behind their creator.
He was proud of his pets; Wrenkin had crafted each one from the flesh of a mortal brought to him by his army. Recently the quality of the mortals had gone down, with weaker mortals came weaker demons. He needed a true army, an army that could defeat the Kai once and for all. Without the Kai he could search for the child without any hindrance.
Moraug’s thoughts were interrupted when the sound of chains dragging across the floor echoed through the hall. He turned to see Railina being led to him by one of his slaves. She was a sight that wet his appetite every time. As she came to a stop before he ran his hand down the soft flesh of her shoulder. She shrugged away from his touch.
Angered by her rebuff Moraug slapped her.
He flinched when she spit in his face.
“You’ll regret that.” Moraug said even though he enjoyed her spirit, which the thought of breaking it made him that much more anxious to have her in his bed. “Take her to the dungeon and put her in with the prisoner. Perhaps she’ll learn what could happen in she does not learn to submit.”
He saw the fear in her eyes. He knew the slaves whispered of the prisoner he’d kept for so many years. They whispered of the beast he had become in Hell’s dungeons. Moraug smiled to himself, if they only knew the truth.
Railina shrunk back into the slimy dark corner of the cell the slave had thrown her in. A visceral growl had emanated from the far corner and she wanted to remain as far from it as possible. The only light offered was from a tiny window in the door that let in a tiny beam of candle light that flickered with the constant threat of extinction. What light that did make it into the cell reflected off the wet stones giving life to shadows.
The guttural sound of an animal echoed in the tiny space. She could feel the presence of something in the darkness with her. She coward in the corner as the sounds of movement came from the darkness.
“Whose there.” She whispered, afraid of what would answer.
There was no reply to her question, on the shuffling of fabric against flesh.
“Wh-wh-whose there.” She stuttered.
The shuffling grew closer, and then suddenly a face appeared in the single beam of light.
Wrenkin stood outside the prison door, a feral smile on his lips as the girl’s screams echoed throughout the dungeons.
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