The Fenris guard had brought her into some fortress. She had heard of being captive to these barbarians, but she never was faced to it. And there was this Asmodean Daeva watching her. He was the one responsible for her misery, she thought.
It all started like every day. Dendera was preparing for the fight in the Abyss as usual when all of sudden general Hellion came up to her and required her presence at his side up first front in the battle in his posh, witched-charming way. Her father told him yes before she could say anything. Later he told her Hellion would be a good match, now that his lover was dead.
She joint the others on a place in Sanctum and they flew through the Abyss Gate.
The battle was intense, but she managed to stay unharmed until she saw how Hellion fought. The fight captured everyone's attention around. He was fighting with a fearsome Asmodean, clothed in an all black armor with deep blue accents, which seemed to glow like the heaven at night.
Her mouth formed into a forced grin. Hellion would teach this shadow-cursed scum some manners. He seemed to have eternal energy reserves, and when he used magic the whole abyss shivered, but this Asmodean bastard kept up the pace and seemed to even move faster than his Elyos opponent. The Asmodean dodged one of Hellion's magic attacks and suddenly he had vanished. Dendera stared in disbelief, where did her leader go? There was no corpse, but no one living either, even the Asmodean he had fought with seemed surprised.
And then they were around her. They had not touched her, just she was now their prisoner.
She shivered, it was cold out here, wherever here was. There where steps coming near. She looked up and saw him, the Daeva who had fought with Hellion. He held a huge package in his claws and he now wore a black fur coat over his armor. Now that she saw him this close she got a better look at him. His hair was black as his armor. The upper half was held by something behind his head and the rest hung down to his broad shoulders. His face was tough, but not without being handsome. His ears were pointy, his eyes that shone red in battle had now a color like opals. He seemed to be eight or nine feet high, compared to her seven he was quite big and his shoulders were twice hers.
He opened the door to her cell, totally calm, as if she was no harm. He walked up to her, totally ignoring her angered face and set the package down in a corner. The Deava pulled out a coat, not unlike his and draped it around her. Shortly he hesitated to reach across her chest, but then he did, closing the coat firmly. He reached into the package again, pulling out some clothing and set it down on the bed. Then food and something that looked like a book followed.
"This is for you. This clothing is better than yours, at least for this temperature, it should fit. I brought you food, you look like you could need it, and,", he added, "Something to shorten the time a bit.", he ended with a chuckle, his voice was charming, but different from Hellion. It was not through the words he said, it was his voice alone, deep and well-sounding, she never had heard a sound that was like this.
"Thank you.", she said quietly. He attempted to leave, but surprised over herself she held him back, "Wait!", he turned a little bit, "What is your name?",
"Why would you want to know that?"
"I wanted to know, who I'm thanking."
"This is thin, you know?"
"Yes, I guess so."
He left, but as he took the last step out he said, "Egil".