Downfall - 1

All I could feel was the frigid wind that blew through the very small window that lay up on the first few inches down the wall from the ceiling. Not to mention that the walls were made of pure concrete. I crawled over to the thin, hard mattress that was on a metal frame. This kind of reminded me of what the prison beds looked like in film. I brought my knees up to my chest so I could lie my chin on the crater between my knees.

My long, dark hair fell over my arms letting me have a little bit of warmth. My body shivered but before I could zone out the cold, the steel door in front of me unlocked. I couldn't help but flinch at the loud gears that shifted so the door could slide open.

There were booted footsteps that shuffled into the room. I peered up to see two hefty men standing like soldiers at the palace. Their arms were bigger then their heads. I noticed one of them had a scare on his bald head. Oh no. I knew who was coming in next.

Sigil placed his dirty hands over the men's shoulders, slightly shifting them to the side so he may squeeze pass them. He stood at about five foot nine and he was hairy from head to toe. Not only that, his skin was as dark as the midnight sand. All he wore was a white t-shirt under an army green jean jacket. He also wore sand colored slacks that were tucked into his dark brown combat boots.

He strides over to me, a nasty smirk slapped across his face, "Time is up, princess." Sigil lifted his arms halfway in excitement. He knew exactly what was about to happen to me. As soon as he saw that I wasn't getting up, his smirk wiped off and turned into a frown, "Get up, don't make this difficult for me."

I averted my gaze, this only made him even more furious. Sigil leaned in to roughly grab hold of my arm. He made sure there would be a bruise as he embedded his fingers into my skin. After he hoisted me onto my feet, he slammed my weak body against the wall; leaned in real close to my ear, "Elizabeth, better be on your best behavior. Marylee will be watching today's events." One of the men in the background chuckled.

All I did was shoot Sigil a glare, not saying a single word. He clicked his tongue then threw me to his bodyguards. They each grabbed one of my arms, forcing me to stand anyways so even if I refused to walk, they could easily drag me.

Sigil walked in the front, through the gear-powered door. The men followed with me between them. We walked for maybe fifteen minutes before finally reaching our destination. A single, wooden door that was at the far corner of this very scientific looking prison. Sigil fiddled around his pockets for the keys. Once he pulled them out, he opened the door to reveal a dark room with a single light lifted above an iron chair.

The man with the dark hair released my arm and the scarred one took me over to the chair. He pushed me down then strapped me into it. He smiled which revealed his yellow, crooked teeth. After backing away, Sigil stepped forward. He had a metal cart with him. It was too dark to see what was on this cart but I knew it wasn't anything good. I was going to be tortured.

Before Sigil could pick up a tool, Marylee spoke out in her raspy, but feminine voice, "Don't let all the fun happen without me, but there is just one single thing I must say to my lovely daughter." Her heels clank against the metal flooring. She is just out of the light so I couldn't see her. Marylee clapped her hands together before entering into the light. Her blonde hair was tied up in a very Victorian way and she wore the tightest corset she could find so her hips would be flattered in her thick, silk dress.

She caressed my cheek, "If only your father didn't reveal himself, if only he didn't give his stupid gift to you. I would've loved you, honey. It's a shame that you must die today." She let go and started walking away. She turned around with a finger shooting in the air, "Oh, before I forget...Happy Birthday my dear child." She wisped away into the darkness.

"Now let us begin, shall we?" He glimpsed over at the vary of tools that lay across the cart he brought over. He grabbed a tool in the shape of a wishbone, "This will probably hurt a lot. Oh, also, you will be getting what your father got when he revealed his devil-given gift."

I still didn't speak a single word to him, to anyone. I just wanted everything to be done with. I am ready to see my dad.

Suddenly, the single light flickered out. The two bodyguards started screaming at each other for one another's stupidity. Sigil told them each to knock it off and go check on the power.

After just a couple minutes of silence, there was a gushing noise. I wasn't sure what it was but I suddenly felt my restraints breaking free. A soft hand grabbed hold of my wrist and gently wrapped their arm around my waist. A female voice whispered in my ear, "Stay quiet. We are getting you out of here." After that, I was compliant and followed along with the hand that pulled me out.

We made it out of the building, onto the roof, where a helicopter was waiting for us. I could finally see who has a hold of me. The woman was tall, probably nearly six feet, she had black hair that was tied tightly into a bun but a few strands hung in her slender face. Her skin was of a soft, chocolate milk. When she sat me down on the cushioned seat, I noticed her eyes glowing a beautiful emerald green.

There was one other person with her. A man with a small frame but I could tell that he was also quite muscular. Unlike Sigil, he did not have a single hair on his exposed, fair skin. His chestnut brown hair reminded me of a certain cop character in a zombie video game my brother used to play.

The woman strapped me into the seat then leaned back into her own next to the man. She slapped the back of the pilot's seat and we were off. Not a single word was spoken on this flight as we reached our destination into the lush hills.

The helicopter landed on top of a platform that sit in the middle of a clearing in the forest. We all stepped out, with the woman gently holding onto me so I don't fall. The helicopter left as soon as we were safely away from it.

The woman smiled as she tried to get eye contact with me, "You are safe now." She gestured over to a small hill next to a broken tree. We walked over to it and a small hatch was revealed. The woman guided me down into a dark red room with concrete flooring. I held onto my arm that Sigil had bruised.

The woman brought me over to a very fancy red and gold couch, "Please, have a seat and we can explain everything to you." As soon as I sit down, she began speaking, "My name is Ahkari and this here is Aizen. To be honest, we didn't even know you existed until someone told us."

I raised an eyebrow, "Who told you?"

Ahkari glanced over at Aizen who nodded at her, "He was a spirit. He never told us his name but he told us of you. In fact, we don't even know your name, we only know of what you are."

I gripped my arm, breathing in slowly, "What I am? What am I exactly?"

Aizen intervened, "Not human, I can tell you that much. Even we can't decipher what kind of creature you are. The man only told us that we must do everything in our power to protect you."

"Who are you people?" I started to tense up, "And what did this spirit look like?"

Ahkari softened her look towards me to show they mean no harm whatsoever, "We are hunters but we are very new to the field. We hunt different types of demons or monsters. Aizen and I haven't quite read up on our demonology so we don't know about a lot. That's why we can't tell you who you are. Rest assured though, Corinne will be able to answer all your questions as soon as she gets back from a mission. About the spirit, he only came to us in a white mist. We couldn't make out any features."

Aizen stepped up from behind Ahkari, "I can show you to where you'll be staying. Corinne and Markus prepared a room for you to stay in as soon as you arrive."

As soon as I stood up, I could feel a rush of pressure releasing from my body. I started to lose consciousness, but before I could completely black out, Ahkari wrapped around me to support me from falling. She waited until I could catch my breath before helping me to stand up straight.

"Are you okay there?" I could hear Ahkari's gentle voice.

Aizen exclaimed, "The forest air is most likely the cause. It's definitely a different environment than what you are used to." He brought out his arm a little so I could see him reaching for my hand to help guide me to my room. I took it and he slowly walked me through the even more red hallways.

It felt like a never-ending hallway as we are still walking down it. I think we have passed maybe twenty doors before finally coming to a stop at the base of a staircase. Aizen asked me, "Will you be okay climbing or will I need to carry you?"

"I think I'll be fine."

Aizen leads me up the stairs that winded up a couple times before reaching the next floor. Another hallway. This time, this hallway not only had doors, but also a string of gold statues. We come to a stop in front of a set of dark wooden, double doors. Aizen released his grip on me and opened the doors. We make our way into the room.

The bright lights turned on and the room was covered head to toe in white, silver and gold linings. The double bed in the center of it was on a platform that had beautiful lace draping on the posts from the corner of the bedframe. There was a vanity with some makeup, a large dresser with all ready stocked dresses, and a bay window with a seat situated in it. This almost reminded me of my own room when I was three years old, before Marylee went haywire after father's death.

Aizen clapped his hands, "I know it's a bit much but that is Corinne's style. If there is anything you wish to change, please inform Ahkari, she will be your personal guard from now on. Please get some rest before Corinne and Markus arrive, there is much to explain to you that may take its toll on your wellbeing." He made his way out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts.