CassilonThe air in the dungeon was thick with the scent of incense, an attempt by the clerics to purify the very atmosphere surrounding the imprisoned General of the demon army, Cassilon. The chains binding him shimmered faintly with holy light, their power sapping his strength and keeping his formidable magic at bay. Yet, despite his confinement, Cassilon's red eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned back against the cold stone wall, his posture deceptively relaxed.
The heavy door creaked open, and a contingent of guards entered, followed closely by the clerics. Their robes rustled softly as they moved, eyes downcast in both fear and reverence. But it was not until Hour stepped forward that Cassilon's lips curled into a wicked smile.
One of the clerics, his voice trembling slightly, spoke up.
Cassilon arched an eyebrow, his grin widening.
He rose from his seated position, the chains clinking as he moved, but his posture remained casual, almost nonchalant.
Cassilon was led into the throne room, his presence commanding despite the chains still hanging from his wrists. The guards fanned out, forming a barrier between him and the king, though their nervous glances made it clear they were all too aware of the General’s fearsome reputation. The king sat on his throne, attempting to project an aura of authority, but Cassilon's smirk only deepened as he took in the scene.
The king opened his mouth to speak, but Cassilon cut him off with a raised hand, the chains rattling ominously.
His red eyes gleamed as they locked onto Hour, who stood among the assembled clergy and guards.
Cassilon's smirk was now a full-blown grin, the wickedness of it sending chills through the room.
The heavy door creaked open, and a contingent of guards entered, followed closely by the clerics. Their robes rustled softly as they moved, eyes downcast in both fear and reverence. But it was not until Hour stepped forward that Cassilon's lips curled into a wicked smile.
Ah, what a pleasant surprise,he drawled, his voice rich with mocking amusement.
I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about little old me down here. But I see you've brought the entire welcome committee. To what do I owe the honor?
One of the clerics, his voice trembling slightly, spoke up.
The king... the king has requested your presence in the throne room, General Cassilon.
Cassilon arched an eyebrow, his grin widening.
The king, you say? How flattering. Let me guess—he's decided to throw in the towel, yes? Offering me freedom in exchange for a nice, civil chat with my dear brother? How predictable.His gaze flickered to Hour, and for a moment, something more calculating crossed his expression.
But you know, I can't help but wonder... if it's not the carnage my brother's wreaking that’s brought you here, but something else entirely.
He rose from his seated position, the chains clinking as he moved, but his posture remained casual, almost nonchalant.
Alright, I'll bite. Take me to your king. Let's hear what he has to say. After all, I've got nothing but time, and I'm dying to know what desperate bargains he's come up with.
Cassilon was led into the throne room, his presence commanding despite the chains still hanging from his wrists. The guards fanned out, forming a barrier between him and the king, though their nervous glances made it clear they were all too aware of the General’s fearsome reputation. The king sat on his throne, attempting to project an aura of authority, but Cassilon's smirk only deepened as he took in the scene.
Well, well, well,Cassilon purred, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
If it isn't the mighty king himself. Have you finally realized that holding me here was a terrible mistake? Or perhaps you're just tired of watching your precious kingdom go up in flames. I can only imagine the chaos my brother's been causing in my absence.
The king opened his mouth to speak, but Cassilon cut him off with a raised hand, the chains rattling ominously.
Oh, don't bother with the formalities. We both know why I'm here. But let's skip to the part where you beg me to stop the slaughter, and I tell you what I want in return.
His red eyes gleamed as they locked onto Hour, who stood among the assembled clergy and guards.
And as it happens, I have a very specific demand. You want me to have a chat with my brother? Fine. But in exchange, I get to take your heir, Hour, with me. Not just as a token of good faith, but because I crave the taste of your bloodline on my tongue if you betray me.
Cassilon's smirk was now a full-blown grin, the wickedness of it sending chills through the room.
So, what do you say, Your Majesty? Do we have a deal, or should I just sit back and enjoy the show as my brother turns your kingdom to ash?
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