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ch.3

"Morning Mr Magpie"

After what felt like day's weeks even, the lord finished the bountyfull meal and relaxed for once in a truely long while. He placed his armoured gaunlets on his chest and let out a bellowing sigh and crossed his legs slowly as he looked up at the wooden roof. Finally some time to relax and contomplate what's happend well let's note it all down. He arrived at this town, hmm what was its name? fishy fishy something, ah. Fishingtown. Mortals have such odd name's for well everything's. From normal day object's to the names of there own kin and new born. Almost makes you feel bad for slaughtering them all dont it? Nah. Not really. Well after "visiting" this town and promtly clesncing the town, well all apart from that moody little princess but he need not bother, if she does not play to his will like a fine tuned fiddle she will be offed just like her royal useless guards. Hmm and what else. Yes how could he forget. That damn deadly tall, skinny, black eyed demonic fuck. It's been five hundred year's since the great war, all demon's wherewhiped out or sent back into the portal. The blood god's demanded it so! No demon's or lords are to leave, they must remain like the loyal subjects they are and be paitent. Well all apart from this lord since he is on a very very important mission that we cant well spoil for now.


The lord nodded to himself after wrapping everything up in his mind and getting a hold of his plan before standing and turning around promtly and professionly flipping the table up just for the fuck of it and leaving the kitchen. He procedded to walk down the hall's that might once have been femilier to the eye's of man. Now decorated and soaked in dry blood of another fallen man. He lord cared little for petty wall's, as far as he knew the throne and food is all that matter's But just like everone they have there limits and he was getting fed up of walking and stomping on all these body's but of corse he would not remove them himself! he is far to busy pondering what to do next and what not, well look's like he has found a use for the princesss or should he say maid. For now at least.


The lord walked over and stood above the once proud and venrable princess, now just frozen like a painting. Cold and pale as the moon itself she rested her head on the throne she once proudly owned but now was nothing more then a grim reminder of her failure to herself and her people. The lord let out a small groan to gain her attention as just like clockwork the girls head tiled up to gaze at the black and bleek armour of the lord of death himself. The lord looked down at the bodies he was on, then back at the girl as if she should know what to do. The princess unused to even do her own dishes just blinked slowly in shock before quivering her bottom lip and answering with a word. "w..what?" She said baffeld and confused, the lord already loseing his paitence and his anger growing as he rolled his eye's and stormed off into the darkness. The princess sat against the throne her fear and worry's growing, where did he go? did he go to grab torchure wepon's? Is he going to rape her and breed her like a object? All she knew for sertin is that it would not end good for her today or the next, No matter when it wont be a happy ending for her. This is no fairy tail.


The lady lay on the ground. Her white dressed still with the dried blood of her fallen men littered the bottom of the dress but she had come acustom to it. She lay and looked down trying her best to not sob, trying to grow up and just accept the inpending doom. The lords footstep's rang around the castle like a echoing bell. They where getting closer and closet, her heart beat was just as loud as the metalic feet banging on the floor. She started to dig her nails into the palm of her hand in fear and rage, everything she had stood for. Everything she had done, everything she hadent done was going to be taken away from her by the blade of some chaotic false god worshiping warlord of blood, there was no words to express her anger but there where actions she could do. If she was strong that is. But no. She's nothing more then a girl a scared little pathetic girl who must sit and await the death. The step's where coming closer and closer. She shut her eyes. The lord was right infront of her and she could not take it any more. She couldent even bare to look death in the face as it came. All she can do is pray for it to be over nice and quick. She waited. He waited. Minuite's passed. No pain.


She started to grow evenmore restless, her heart now frozen the mixed emotions filling her made her hands start to spaz as she slowly opened her eyes. The tall black armoured broot stood before her but not with a sword, not with a whip. nothing to harm her instead in hand's he held a broom, he looked somehwat intreaged by the girls actions as he let out a scoff and moved his hand to single her to stand. After a brief moment of peace and harmony at the fact she may live another day she regained her sad instincs and stood slowly and like a good obaying bitch she timmidly held out her hands. The lord nodded in aproval and as a mocking sign, he pet the girl on the head like she was a comen house pet. Then the broom was shoved in her hand, a old but clean broom of clean oak wood often used by her old caretaker but now she relised how quickly the role's can change as the lord planted himself down on the throne and she looked down with her hair dropping to cover her face she went to work to please her lord by cleaning the bodie's of her fellow fallen brother's of humanity.