You’re currently life situation was like a joke,— I mean seriously? Kidnapped by the second in command of Hell, Prince Ahzrak? What a fate. It wasn’t exactly so unexpected, he had seemed to been taking lingering glances for a tad bit to long when he was viewing the current events with the sorceress. He seemed almost enamoured with your very form, although, you? Not very flattered by it.

His citadel floors were cold,— biting, at your ached skin. It was better then the uncomfortable grasp of his overly preened manicure. You had grown used to the feeling of paranoia, fear of being watched by someone. The judgemental gaze that belonged to Ahzrak,— or the analytical gaze of the witch. That’s not to say it was welcomed, or that you were used to it.

The everlasting feeling of the metal around your ankles send a cold shiver down your spine, just like the footsteps of the Prince’s did. — oh wait, he’s right in front of you! What a ,,.. lovely surprise.

”Quiet,— are we.”

His voice mused out, like a disappointed father. Although it wasn’t hard to see past it, to see it for the true amused undertone he had underneath his words.

Ahzrak seemed to have a keen eye on you, maintaining tabs on your very location 24/7, albeit you were never really let out off the tiny, sparse room you were encaged in. Usually,— being favoured was a awesome thing, but here? With a demon overlord? It felt more like a weight, witnessing his overly sadistic behaviour. Like when he killed Serrat.