This story was first posted in Roempires, by none other than me +trumpets+ I'm outta' that place, so here I am, starting new in Fanfiction My story was well-liked back there...so hope you guys here like it too Story is complete Added a few forum members in the story, upon request. Anyway, enjoy!


Prologue

It would be the last time Glast Heim would remain standing.

Hundreds of Titans have breached the walls of the city, destroying anything in their path. The citizens scream as the attackers smashed their houses. Those seeking refuge in their homes were crushed instantly as the Titans marched on toward the castle. There was no stopping them.
All the knights and mercenaries were summoned to protect the city…only to be sent to an early grave. The Titans tore up the defenders inside out, flattened with their footsteps and used magic to kill those too cowardly to die in battle.

Then, all the Titans turned to their true objective…the Castle. They tore open the wall with one stroke of their mighty claw, killing all inhabitants living inside. They blasted the hallways with fireballs and came to the throne room.

Glast Heim's Legion of Abyss, a group of elite knights, were lined up in front of the throne. "Protect the empurium!" cried the King. It would be the first and last order he gave them. The brave men and women of the Legion fought Midgards most valiant battle in history. Almost all the Titans were killed...but only 13 knights remained standing.

The Titans stopped their attack, and parted a gap to reveal the fiend's leader.

"The Dark Lord," Muttered the King under his breath. The other ruler only stared at the King with cold blood red eyes. He raised his hand, and called forth a thousand meteors to burn the city. A thousand screams could be heard outside the walls of the throne room. The Legion of Abyss could not move. The King only stared in horror as his city was destroyed.

"This is the last for you," said the Dark Lord as he summoned a chain of lightening bolts to strike the Legion. They died instantly and all that was left standing was the King himself.

Finally, the Dark lord spoke to the King, "You and your pitiful efforts to survive has been all for naught. Surrender the emperium, or I shall give you the slowest, most painful death I could give with all my power.

The King was afraid, very afraid, but he was determined to make Glast Heim last as long as possible. He was King, and he had to be ready to give everything for his city.

"Never. Not to the likes of you," the king replied as calmly as possible.

The Dark Lord sneered. "Very well, then I shall keep my promise to you."

The King could feel his skin ripping off from his flesh. His Flesh peeled off his bones and all his organs were torn into pieces. All this lasted for3 days. The pain was excruciating, and his scream joined the thousands in his city. The King pleaded death, but the Dark Lord already had what he wanted. The emperium was his, and he had control of this city now.

Alice was a young orphan who worked in an inn in Glast Heim. She had always done her job to the best of her abilities and with all her pride. She has never left a dust or spot get on any of the rooms. She has always loved her job.

But what has she done to deserve this?

The cit was burning. Craters marked the fall of meteors and attacks from the Titans and the Inn lie in ruins. All that was left of it was she, everyone around her was dead, and the screaming she heard was far and distant. She was all alone…just like when she was an orphan. She had no friends again, no hopes for anything…
"Maybe I should have die too…"

A huge shadow descended the ruins where Alice sat crying. A horrifying sight appeared in front of her. She could not turn away from the figure.

The Dark Lord appeared in front of her.

"What? A mortal still lives? I shall have to kill you if I still want my reputation."

The Dark Lord has been known to destroy everyone and everything in one strike. Never has he killed something with two or more shots. It was a disgrace to him for anyone to know.

Alice clutched her legs even tighter, sobbing relentlessly into her dress as she prepared for her last fate.

But nothing came. Nothing touched her. She didn't feel death. Alice still saw the huge figure of the Dark Lord in front of her.

"Hmm…you are too much trouble to be killed. If the Titans see this they will spread the rumours to other demons…I cannot have them. You, mortal, shall be my slave from this day forth…forever and ever."

Alice has heard of the Dark Lord enslaving people before. He cast a cruel spell that removes almost all the blood in the victims' body, transforming into a demi-demon, enabling eternal life…for a life of enslavement.

Alice felt her veins pulsing. Her heart beat like nothing before. She could feel her body being drained...she spat a long trail of blood on the floor. Her skin tingled as her humanity was drained from her, and then amplified to spasms, then unbelievable pain. She screamed as her skin became paler, her blood flew out her mouth like a faucet. She just wanted to die…