A Christian short series... I don't expect it to stretch out for too long... So... enjoy. :)


A deep and heavy silence hung within the dank air as a girl opened her eyes and groaned. Blinking groggily, she raised her head in a swift motion to get up from her fetal position when she was suddenly harshly pulled back. There was a loud and sharp clank of heavy metal as her head to hit the ground below her, hard. Yelling out in pain, she accidentally bit her tongue, and she winced as her tongue throbbed with pain, tasting some sort of warm and sticky metallic fluid flowing freely within her mouth.

In an attempt to stem to flow of blood, she pressed her tongue against the hard palate of her mouth. Then, with whatever little movement her bindings allowed, she looked around. Apart from the cold, dim glow of the torches around her, everything was dark... and a dead silence that stretched out for miles within the air, except for the constant wet plop that echoed throughout the area due to some leaking pipe. Straining her eyes, she soon grew used to the little cold white light the nearly-burnt out torches gave off and saw that she was tightly bound by metal chains to the ground.

Wincing, as the pain from her head and tongue faded away and as the taste of metal ebbed away, she stared hard within the darkness and she noticed grimy stone walls, parts crumbled with age and disrepair, surrounding her and the skeletons that hung loosly from the wall. A sickly sweet stench of decay that she had never noticed before hit her and she wretched in disgust. Just then, she felt cold fingers caress her cheek, which soon turned into some sort of cloak, enveloping her within an icy prison. Shivering from the cold, she let a single tear roll down her cheek as questions constantly echoed within her mind...

Who am I? What's going on? Where am I?

Meanwhile, two cloaked and hooded figures stood outside the dungeon that the girl was contained in and stared at her with mild interest. One was stooped low, almost hunched, and malice seemed to roll off him like the stench that wafted continuously from his body. The other stood tall and elgant, almost regal in fact, and coiled around her wrist, was a serpent that hissed menacingly. It was obvious that the figure that stood tall was female, for she was shapely, and would perhaps have looked extremely comely had she not been swathed in the pitch cloak that she currently wore. There was some sort of friendliness about her... yet it all seemed like a facade... for one could sense the malice that lurked beneath it, so secret... and so subtle.

"Milady," hissed the shorter of the two as he flicked a serpentine tongue out to lick green scaly lips and the fangs that protruded from those lips, "She is awakening... like the rest..."

"Indeed Fear... my dear child and follower," came an icy and smooth reply as glowing green eyes looked down to stare at the creature that had just spoken, "And what of it?"

There was hesitation before Fear dared reply, "If I may be so bold as to state the obvious..."

There was yet another hesitant pause as acid green eyes burned into him, before Fear continued, "If she were to fully awaken... He might just be able to bring her back to Him..."

Fear tensed, almost as if he was expecting some sort of blow, as the taller figure raised a feminine hand. Surprisingly, the blow he had been expecting did not come; but rather, she gently stroked his serpentine face. Relaxing slightly, though still wary, he eyed his Mistress in confusion. Bending down towards Fear, the figure spoke into his ear in a sultry manner as she let her hand slide slowly down to his neck, "How perceptive..."

Fear relaxed even more at the compliment and relief was evident in his eyes. However, it was almost immediately extinguished, as his life would be, when the grip around his neck tightened with strength one would not have expected from such delicate and elegant hands. A grotesque snap was heard throughout the dungeon as Fear's eyes dimmed, head lolling unnaturally to one side.

Snarling in disgust, the figure threw the lifeless body on Fear onto the damp, musty ground and said, "No one tells me what to do..."

Whirling around to the other hooded figures around, all of whom recoiled in fear, she snarled, "Let this be a lesson for all of you fools... from the Archfiend!"

Her mood changing drastically, she looked once more through the bars of the cell the girl was in and chuckled, "And so what if she awakens? That fool will not force His will upon her... for she still envisions herself as a prisoner, not knowing that He had already bought her over with a heavy price..."

Walking, or rather, gliding down the hallway, Archfiend's sinister laughter could be heard as it echoed down the moss covered hallways...


Alright... I'm aware that it's short... and no, this is not the end. It's merely the first chapter. Please tell me what you think.

God Bless, Azarethian Titan