The man was thrown harshly to the ground before the throne of the dark lord, a powerful sorcerer with a thirst for control. Beads of sweat dripped down the man’s forehead as he avoided looking directly at the sorcerer. The trespasser gulped nervously as he continued to stare at the cold floor. The sorcerer’s practically luminescent emerald eyes looked over the trembling figure from beneath the hood of his raven black cloak. “Who sent you” he demanded in a low menacing voice. The trespasser seemed unsure of himself as he quickly racked his brain for a response. “I expect an answer” the sorcerer snarled impatiently. The trespasser flinched at the venom in his voice. “I-I refuse t-to give the n-name of my master to a man w-who will kill me either way...” the man stammered in futility. The sorcerer’s mouth upturned in a small smile of amusement. “Your absolutely right…” the sorcerer trailed off before using inhuman speed to unsheathe the sword from beneath his cloak, and with that same speed he sliced off the man’s head. There was a dull thud as the severed head fell to the stone floor, moments before the lifeless body followed suit. The display of shock and fear would be forever frozen on the trespassers face.
Unfazed, the sorcerer moved back to his throne. “Clean this up” he ordered his servants who quickly obeyed to disposing of the man’s corpse and scrubbing the floor of blood. The sorcerer pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in frustration as he settled back into his throne. It was the fourth trespasser to his kingdom in the past week. “m-master…?” a small voice summoned him from the left. He looked up to see his nymph peeking out hesitantly from behind a door. Her snug black gypsy dress illuminated her soft pale skin as she watched him nervously. “Yes my pet?” he asked calmly, hiding his true rage and frustration with the situation at hand. The pure warriors had been targeting his kingdom intently, he knew their exact reason as well. For he had been plotting to take over the pure warriors title as the most powerful race known. And he intended doing so even with the amount of bloodshed that would be involved.
“A-are you upset master…?” she asked nervously, knowing he took out his anger in very brutal ways. “Not with you” he answered coolly, motioning for her to come closer. She quickly obeyed, walking towards him at once. She slowly settled herself on the arm of his throne. He looked at her sternly before directing his eyes to his lap in which her body nervously followed. She nestled her small form across his legs. He looked over her thoughtfully, her snug showy black dress at close view showed of a great amount of her body. His thoughts were interrupted as a servant burst through the main doors, his eyes filled with urgent fear. “Sir” he firmly gathered all of the dark lords attention. “What now” he growled in rage. The servant shrunk away in unison “a-a criminal was spotted at the edge of the dead soul woods” he spoke quickly of the invader. A low rumble vibrated through the sorcerers chest as he growled furiously “and it is the criminal by the name of Theron?” he demanded, doing his best to hold back his anger. His nymph quickly worked to sooth his rage as the servant nodded. The sorcerer roared furiously as he stood from his throne, lifting the nymph from his lap by her waist as he stood and releasing her onto the floor beside him. She moved away nervously as he unsheathed his sword and walked toward the servant “Prepare for a man hunt… he’s dead this time” he snarled angrily as he stormed out the doors.
Spheres of green flame illuminated around his fists as his army of the dead ripped their way out of the soil around him. The corpses were still equipped with armor and weapons from previous battles. Their eyes held the same green flame that where glowing around the dark lord’s hands and their only intent was what the dark lord summoned them for. In this case to find and retrieve the intruder alive, for he was the dark lords to kill. Hell hounds charged alongside the draugrs and their master as they hastily ran to retrieve the criminal.
The nymph had gone back to her chambers, she sat in the black silk bed awaiting the sorcerers return. She knew he would either come back in triumph or he would return furious of a criminals escape. She jumped as there was a crash from her window and a man tumbled into her room. She sat atop her bed frozen in fear as Theron stood slowly from the floor. A wide grin spread across his face as he took in the view of his landing. “The dark lord’s nymph” he said in a husky voice as he took a step closer. She shuffled back, opening her mouth to call the guards “I wouldn’t do that” he interrupted. She stared in fear, unsure of what to do. He smiled in amusement as he took in her puzzled features. “Allow me to explain” he began, moving closer. “I want you dead, even if it costs me my life, in death I will smile at my doing. To me this is the best revenge I can get on the one who killed my loved ones” he growled. She looked down in thought, knowing that the only reason this happened to his family was because they were spies for the pure warriors. She barely had time to realize how close he had gotten before he tackled her, pinning her to the bed he removed the jagged dagger from his belt and held it against her soft neck. She trembled in terror as she whined fearfully. He chuckled in amusement “I’m enjoying this already” he said, after his words his eyes grew wide with fear as his face contorted in pain and a large blade burst through his chest, the sharp tip remained mere inches from the nymph’s body.
She watched as the blade lifted him off, and the now lifeless body remained impaled on the large sword. The dark lord shook the corpse off the end of his blade before nonchalantly wiping the blood off the sword on the body’s ragged clothes. “Come” he commanded, in response she quickly scrambled up to him and he embraced her tightly. “From now on you’ll stay in my chambers” he said quietly. Her face turned a bright shade of red at his words and she squirmed anxiously at the thought of sharing a bed with the dark lord.
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