Her legs quivered as she felt weak…sick with fear.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she swallowed hard and stared down at her feet. Each step she took was excruciating. Her feet felt like they were made of heavy stone. She didn’t want to move forward. She didn’t want to look up as eyes leered at her and whispers filled the dark room.

She knew what awaited her at the end of the blood strained carpet. She knew what horrors were to behold her. Every part of her wanted to escape from the room. Internally she was screaming, struggling…but she had made the decision to be here…The choice to surrender. Closing her eyes she knew in the long run it would be better…for everyone…

Small blue flames flickered but did little to light the massive throne room. She could barely see as she made her way to the end of the carpet. She stopped just before the stone steps that led up to the massive throne where he sat. She didn’t dare look at him, keeping her eyes focused on her feet. She could feel Urel’s presence, it was strong and dark, like an endless black hole, slowly pulling her in.

She swallowed hard as the guards that were with her fell away. They joined the others that lined the walls. It was now only her before him, with a room full of onlookers.

Urel’s shadow came to life, moving across the floor. It was only a few shades darker then the rest of the room. It moved fast and she nearly missed it as it pulled back the hood of her white cloak, revealing her to the room.

The silent whispers turned to hisses and dark fowl curses as Urel’s shadow returned to him once more. The room’s hostility was thick and almost overwhelming as she closed her mind off to their treacherous thoughts…Only one person mattered in this room. Only one person could truly hurt her.

A single…quiet but all encompassing voice, filled the room. Within seconds the room was covered in a dead silence as Urel growled… “Come…to beg…”

Her teeth shuddered, nearly shattered as a tremor of fear ran down her spine. Even after hundreds of years, he had such power…such control over her. She almost dared to look at him…though she knew she would be horrified by what she saw.

She knew Urel was no longer the angelic beauty he’d once been. For a moment her eyes glazed over as she recalled his elegance, grace and suave. His ice blue eyes were so inviting, intoxicating. His voice mesmerizing and hypnotic. She and countless others had easily fallen under his charms, his spell. Only his beauty was a ruse, hiding the darker soul within.

He was insane…twisted by madness…by the curse. He let it rule over him, and sought to take them all down with him, to make them all his slaves, in his infinite search for power. He wanted to rule everything. She lost count of how many people he tortured and killed. In the beginning she had loved him…and thought he loved her too but his obsession for her only seemed to grow, until it knew no bounds.

Towards the end he treated her like his dog…He beat and abused her until she obeyed his every whim. He took what he wanted, when he wanted and wouldn’t let her leave the castle…keeping her locked away. She feared him and grew to despised him, and then he awoke, Lightning…Luka…

Word of his awakening traveled fast. She felt his presence stronger then any of the others and memories began to overtake her. She fell in love with him before they even met. He was the only one that made Urel uneasy. Whispers traveled as word spread. Urel sought to shut it down, to make them all grow quiet. He sent out his best men to capture Luka but time after time, he got away.

She helped Luka where she could and when they finally met they came up with a plan. She helped him and some others get into the castle and then she seduced Urel. Distracting him she pulled him into her bed. Betraying him she rode on top of him while the others snuck up on them. Urel was so lost in his euphoria that he was unable to defend their attack.

She watched as they chopped off his head, arms and legs. She cut off his penis herself before they cut his body into pieces, tearing him apart. Any normal being would have surely perished but they were not normal…Once awoken they could only be destroyed in certain ways.

It would take something special to kill Urel but none of them dared do it, for if he were to die then they would all die soon after. It might take days, months or even years but once one of the twenty cursed were killed, the others would no longer be immortal.

Once he was in pieces they locked several of his body parts into boxes, scattering them around the world. They also scattered several of his body parts in the depth of the abyss. She threw his penis into the ocean hoping it would never be found. Once it was done she was free to do as she pleased. She almost didn’t know what to do with herself. Luka…was with someone, a mortal woman… She knew he cared for her and let them have their time together. She traveled and saw the world.

After the woman passed, they found each other once again and had been together ever since. One night she awoke feeling Urel’s presence had returned. She alerted the others and they checked the boxes…Some of them were missing…They learned that Eyo and Urel’s other trusted were slowly locating all the pieces and putting him back together. A war ensued but when a vital piece of Urel was retrieved, she knew this was it…He was coming back…

She knew one day he might be put back together, or that pieces might regenerate over time…but she never imaged that day would be so soon. Decades…hundreds of years had once seemed like forever but in the span of eternity, hundreds of years were but a few seconds in the hour glass of infinity…She almost regretted her betrayal….almost…Her time in the sun…Her time with Luka, lightened her heart and for a moment it ached as those days…Those endless days of love and freedom were quickly crumbling into dust.

It was only a matter of time before Urel’s shadow would find her. She feared what he would do to her. She knew he would never stop hunting her. Luka pleaded with her not to go to Urel. They he would think of something but her nightmares got the best of her and she left Luka side. Call it cowardice…call it stupidity. She located one of Urel’s trusted and turned herself in.

Those most loyal to him gathered to see her return. They lined the walls of Urel’s throne room. She knew there was nothing she could say…nothing she could do after her betrayal but perhaps she could lesson the blow…or even distract him…Give the others time to run and hide, possibly think of another plan. She knew her fate was sealed but they still had a chance…

“Well…”said Urel growing inpatient. “ON WITH IT!” His words were bitter and venomous. She knew he was angry…beyond angry.

She nodded more to herself them to him. Her eyes glanced up at him for a seconds. There was a hole in the ceiling that was letting rays of light shine through. She could see his feet and legs as he leaning back in his throne, made of twisted metal and bone but she could not see his face. It was shrouded in darkness.

Looking to his hands she could see he was still missing fingers. She could see black scars where his skin had been pieced back together. She wondered if they would fade as he healed or if they would always be there. As she looked back down to the ground she imaged what the rest of him might look like. She assumed his features finally might reflect his soul.

Slowly, gracefully, she fell to one knee and then the other. She got as low as she could her body shaking. Her lips trembled as she found herself struggling to speak. Her words caught in her throat as they seemed so far out of reach…

Somehow she managed to find them. She mumbled at first making, inaudible noises as she grew emotional. She wept, pleading, begging with all she had. It had been a long time since they had been together but she remembered what he liked. What he longed to hear. She groveled as others snickered and continue to leer. They were eager to see his wrath and hungered for her bloodshed.

She had no idea how long he’d let her go on. When she finally stopped sobbing, choking on her words, there was silence. And then laughter, deep rooted laugher. It filled the entire throne room. It was maddening as it got deeper and louder. She lifted her head looking up at his throne as the laughter stopped.

He leaned forward, his face coming into the light that fell from the ceiling. She was greeted not by a man but a ghoul. The skin on half his face was missing. She could see dark muscles turning and moving. One of his once ice blue eyes, was like a foggy blue marble while the other was pure black and hallow. His cheek bones were sunken in. Her eye’s widened in horror as her mouth dropped.

He glared at her, gnashing his teeth together. His bottom lip was missing and she could see his teeth. She covered her mouth, gasping she turned away unable to look at him. He smiled and sunk back into the darkness. He bellowed his voice deep, “YOU’RE PATHEDIC! YOU ALWAYS WERE AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE! Hmp. You think yourself important… coming her before me but you’re nothing…but grim on my boot,”

She shivered her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he would be angry. when he returned. She knew he had suffered but the horror of him…She almost pitied him…to live through such a thing… She wish he’d never been put back together that he could slumber…for all eternity. Her stomach turned as she worried what he’d do to her…She closed her eyes as tears steamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the carpet.

For several minutes she wept on her knees until he scoffed at her, “Truly pathetic! You can’t even beg properly…

She closed her eyes taking a moment to wipe them before she turned back to him. She face him again and weakly said, “I‘ve said… all I can say…Do what you will…”

She could hear him seething breathing hard as he struggled to control himself. Thankfully she couldn’t see his expression as his face lay covered in the shadows once more. He lifted his left hand, only the thumb and middle finger were attached as he called out, “Arise…and mount me…Beg me with your body…Your words mean nothing to me,”

She rose slowly expecting this…but not so soon. Part of her had hoped that he hadn’t found his member. She knew he would eventually take her…but she expected it might take months or years… She made her way to her, feet stumbling forward. His shadow appeared before she could get to him. It flew around her wrapping itself in her clothes before it tore them away.

Her dress and cloak were in shreds within seconds, leaving her skin untouched. Instinctively she moved to cover herself but stopped. What did her modesty matter when she was already damned. The room snickered and cackled as she continued to approach him. He was dressed in black armor. She wasn’t sure what she could touch or even what she could mount.

Slowly she climbed up on top of him. Her breasts perked and her body ached as she began to grow wet. Her body knew its master well. She rose up pulling at his armor…seeking out his member. As soon as she touched it she could tell something was different about it.

It felt strange…Something wet seemed to be coming out of tip as she moved her fingers along its length and width. She could tell it was larger then she remembered but it also had lumps, hard lumps. She paused stroking it. She wanted to look down at it but didn’t dare after having seen the rest of him.

She had a feeling he’d done something to it. That perhaps he hadn’t been able to find his penis or what was left of it, had to be pieced back together. She knew in some cases they could regenerate but it often depended on the circumstance and required something. Even then it wasn’t instant.

Urel let out a low growl and she could tell he was growing inpatient. She knew it was too late to turn back now. Whatever had happened to his penis, whatever he’d had to do to it was because of her own doing. She would take it inside her, no matter what had become of it. She rose up and positioned it as her opening. Without another thought she sunk down

The tip slid in with ease but then something happened as the rest of it went up inside her. She felt a slicing pain that cut into her, all the way to her core. Her eyes went wide as she realized those lumps she felt earlier were sharp…metal. They were now cutting into her. Urel watched as the realization fell across her face. Her eyes went wide and he smiled.

She cried out screaming, instinctively she struggled to pull up but it only made the pain worse. It felt like she was being cut by a knife. She jutted to a stop and tried to stay still but Urel clamped down on her hips with his hands. He pulled out slightly only to thrust into her powerfully, painfully, aggressively.

She struggled clawing at his hands. She felt something seeping into her skin and there was moisture. Perhaps it was her own blood or something else….She was in so much pain that it was hard to tell. She felt something scratching inside her as she struggled fighting the pain. Urel moved her body back and forth on top of him with ease.

He pulled her forward and her chest fell against his. For a moment he hugged her as he thrust inside her pulling her in tightly. He whispered into her ear, “Did you think you could come here…and that I would forgive you…That I would spare you eons of pain…if you groveled.”

“DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME YOU RODE ME! THE LAST TIME THIS PUSSY WAS WRAPPD AROUND MY COCK!” He pushed her away, leaning her so that her head fell back and her breasts were thrust forward. Lifting her up and down he took one of her breasts in his mouth, savagely biting off the nipple. He tore her flesh as she let out a deafening scream. He spit the nipple out on the floor as blood seeped from her chest and rolled down her stomach.

She whimpered and flailed in pain but still he drove into her. He took her hair in his right hand. It was only missing one finger. He knotted her hair up in his hand pulling her to look at him as she screamed. She struggled against him, scratching tearing away at his weak flesh. Her finger nails pierced the skin on his arm revealing bone. He head butted her before biting into her neck, leaving teeth marks. He roared into her ear, “DID YOU FORGET HOW YOU LET THEM CHOP ME INTO PIECES…”

He rammed into her and she felt him push through her cervix before he let go of her hair and grasped her neck. He squeezed it tightly as he lifted her up off of him. He stood raising her up above his head. squeezing harder and harder. He broke her neck but still he did not let go of her as she lost consciousness. Any normal being would have been dead but unable to die, all she could do was pass out until she revived once more.

Urel considered ripping her head clean off but instead he threw her body to the ground. He watched as it bounced and rolled down the steps of his throne. He cracked his neck and rolled her shoulders before he descended the steps. When he reached her again, he kicked her over and over again.

Blood seeped from her neck, chest and between her legs. Urel stomped on her several times before he grabbed her hair and dragged her back up the stairs. He threw her into his throne. Her head smashed into his seat as he took her hips and pulled her ass into the air.

Urel’s took his penis in his hand. It was red and engorged, more muscle then flesh, razor blades and wire held it together as it attempted to repair itself. Brutally he rammed back into her pussy, burying himself deeply within her. The blades on his dick sinking back into her flesh.

He took out his rage and frustration on her but it would never be enough. For hundreds of years his soul had drifted, struggled to mend. Nothing she or anyone else could do would ever be enough. He wanted to make them suffer. He wanted to destroy them all. He thrust into her as deeply as he could.

Gasping she wheezed as she regained consciousness for a moment she could feel everything and screamed out. Urel muffled her scream in the cushion of his throne as he raged, “YOU COME TO ME! ASKING FOR FORGIVNESS…YOU COME TO ME…YOU WHORE…YOU DOG…YOU TRAITOR!!!”

He threw himself into her, bending her body in ways it could not on its own. Her bones snapped and broke as he twisted her to his whims. Graciously she passed out once again. Urel continued to grind into her until finally, he painfully seized. His member twitched as he let his head fall back. He looked up at the ceiling his eye glazed over for a second as all his pain stopped.

For a few blissful seconds his, rage, hate, frustration and pain, all fell away as sweet rapture overcame him. His seed seeped into her broken body as intoxicating joy crossed his lip. If he wasn’t already insane he might have gone mad, that in all his gut wrenching pain she could still bring him such pleasure.

For a moment he leaned forward holding her in his arms…It sickened and disgusted him how much…he needed her. Even after everything she’d done. He sneered as the inferno of rage rose up again. He came down from his euphoric high, removing himself from her body as pain overcame him. It was so used to it now that it was a comfort. Clenching and unclenching is fists he pulled her from his throne and let her fall to the floor.

His body twisted and shook as his eye repaired itself. The foggy glassy marble becoming a crystal clear ice blue eye once more. As the world came into view he moved his hand to his eye but it brought him little joy, knowing he still had to find the other one. There were so many body parts that were missing, perhaps even irretrievable that needed to be repaired. He had a long painful recovery ahead of him and the only thing that would quench his fury was the pain of those that had dismembered him.

He looked out at the room, at his trusted, his minions and the bottom feeders all looking, in awe of him. Grabbing his axe from him throne he stepped onto his whore’s back. Pressing down on her, he raised his battle axe into the air and yelled, “BRING ME THE REST!!! ONE AT A TIME I’LL MAKE THEM FALL AT MY FEET!”

Cheers and laughed filled the room before they left, rushing to find the others for their reward would be sweet. When he was alone save for a few trusted guards at the entrance to his throne room Urel looked down upon his whore. He considered chopping her head off and the rest of her into little pieces so that she could feel how he felt but he knew he couldn’t bare the recovery time. As soon as she was healed he was going to punish her again and again…

Once he’d become conscious again…and had been able to manage his pain there were two things he wanted…Vengeance and Keyoko…He’d had his men scour…the land for her. Thankfully she had returned on her own. He stepped off of her, setting his axe down… He grabbed a long chain with a metal collar at the end of it. The chain was attached to his throne room….

Crouching over her, he hooked her up making sure the collar was tight around her neck. Then he dragged her to the side of his throne. He dropped the chain as he sat in his throne once more. He loomed in the darkness… waiting…for the others to be brought before them…waiting for them all to BEG…

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