«A song that fits this part»----9 Total months of lock-up . ----
Since I had no special healing powers, I still had to recover from all the wounds that were inflicted by those two flying men and all the guards that had beaten me up from time to time...I was sitting on my cell bed, my whole body was covered with bandages and flesh wounds everywhere .I started to lie on the bed, moving very slowly otherwise it would hurt ALOT. You could see my moon-white skin, eventhough I was covered up you could still clearly see I was a Blood Elf....Getting called as a traitor by the Elves that live in the woods, we're merely--... I heard the Jailor coming this way. I looked up to the door fromout the pillow on which I was lying with my head. He came together with...A prisoner, his arms were locked together with an iron binding. His hands were held together with a tight piece of rope, he weared for the rest 1 pair of pants and some clogs. A human looking man, black hair and red eyes...hm...I KNOW I've seen this before, this kind of mix. The jailor opened my cell door and said with a VERY bad Blood Elven accent :" Dis'...Uhh...Hoeman, new roemmate." He threw the man inside, and he fell with a very hard smack to the ground. He stood up very slowly with his hands stuck to each other, turned back to the cell door and looked with a malicious grin towards the jailor. The jailor looked terrified and quickly closed the door and was walking away on a jogging/running pace. The man stood up, and walked towards me, I tried to get up quickly but he pushed me back softly . ???:"Sssh. Don't say a word." He said very soft. "I'm here to get you out of here, my master told me to do so and I'll have to guard you with my life, in like 6 hours we will both get executed with a hell lot more prisoners, so we're breaking out of this shithole." Elfandos:"But...How!? This place is totally locked up, guards everywhere . We're in the high air, I haven't seen the sun for months I guess...And I have nothing to actually defend myself with and break-out. As far as I can see, neither do you." The man came closer and sat on the end of the bed. ???:"Why do you think I'm locked up like this? And why the guard ran away so quickly? Very simple. I'm a terror to them. But they don't really know what I really am." Elfandos:"So I'll just give the proper question, who the fuck are you and how are you able to speak my darn language?" ???:"I'm Daemon of the Globus Tribe. An Ayakashi, a demon - spirited human." I was looking with a frown on my face to him. Elfandos:"You're fucking kidding me, aren't you?" Daemon started to put on that malicious grin again and said to me:"You just rest for some hours, you will notice the sign when we have to get ready and get the fuck out of here, you still got 5.30 hours to rest up for abit. So take your time." Elfandos:"Hmm....I suppose you are right..." I made it myself comfortable, and closed my eyes ready to sleep, I felt that Daemon stood up , and I slowly opened my eyes watching what he was doing. He was doing some sit-ups, and he noticed I was looking at me and cursed me with somekind of spell, he said:"Sleep." And I directly fell asleep...
5.30 hours later.
...I got thrown off from the bed, and got carried away by two guards. My legs were sweeping all over the ground whilst I tried to stand up on my two feet...Which was literally impossible since they were walking far too fast through the dungeons. Daemon was behind me getting escorted by FIVE guards . Eventually after a long walk, I finally saw the sun again..It did hurt my eyes for a slight moment but noticed how I really missed the sun for such a darn fucking long time. We came to the Marketplace, there was a large stage with 5 stools on it, and above that a piece of rope where your head precisely would fit in...We're getting a hanged execution, one of the worst you could imagine. The other 3 prisoners were already there, weirdly enough they also had red eyes but different hair tho, Grey,Brown and Blonde. They threw me and Daemon on the stage and some guards assisted us on putting us on the stools...Then, Daemon's hair started to grow longer, long enough so you could just not see his face, his hair white as the moon. You could only see his lit up dark-red eyes, his arms and body started to glow with white inscriptions, and then totally black. He became a demon. He was like 1.90 tall right now, REALLY muscular , totally black arms and legs. And his body was pure white and so was his hair/head except for his dark-red eyes. The same thing happened to the other three prisoners, but they all had different kind of forms and powers. Daemon held both his hands in the air, and then directly pulled them back like flexing his muscles and two gigantic hellish wings grew out of his back and gigantic claws grew on his fists, the other 3 followed and exactly the same happened. I was looking with awe and Daemon said:"Let's fly this bitchhole and get the fuck outta here."
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