Sudden Change

Demon's 'home' was in the deepest part of the Nohrian prison. The only places she was allowed to be were here and the arena. Truth be told, she spent more time in the dungeon than anywhere else. Demon's cell wasn't the prettiest either...a rusted torch holder was barely clinging onto the wall by a single, rusty, bent nail, while the actual torch was decomposing on the ground. Multiple cracks, dents, and holes covered the black stone floor and walls.

chilled, frigid air, horrid silence and complete darkness were demon's sole company in her prison cell.

Now, Demon knew she was stronger than a wyvern, she could rip the bars off of her cell and kill the guards with a flick of her wrist if she wanted to. However, whenever her special shackle, gauntlets and boots were put on her she felt greatly weakened and dreary. All her supernatural strength and senses vanished. Also, each of these items were extremely heavy so naturally since she was in a weakened state while she was in there she would be silent and still, that was how she stayed alive. If she did something 'against the rules' she would be severely punished, and could do nothing about it. So she would just sit and wait, tracing the various cracks on the wall. Or she would count the dents or missing stones in the floor and walls. She would often find herself bored rather quickly spending most of her time deciding WHAT to do. Then she would just give up and fall asleep. Even if she DID escape, demon had no clue about the world outside of her cell and the earena.

She currently sat against the wall in the back of her cell, arms crossed and eye closed. There was a large shackle around her neck, gauntlets that went to her elbows with balled fists and boots that went to her knees. These were silver and gold with navy blue linings on the sides they also had strange glowing red markings in the center going all around the shackles. Demon wore an old tunic that was originally white with long sleeves. The tunic had turned a light tan color with splashes of blood splatter from the various battles she fought. The left sleeve was cut at the elbow. While the right sleeve had a long tear underneath the sleeve that cut it in two and traveled to the shoulder. An old pair of dark brown pants hugged her legs and a rope was tied around her waist. These too had spots of blood both old and new.

While demon wore armour in the arena she still wore the same clothing underneath.

Demon was still covered in dried blood, dirt, and grime after her battle. Her arms looked like she had red sleeves since they had dried blood all the way up to her elbows. There was even some on her face. Her hair was a rat's nest and the color was a dirty mixture of white brown and red.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of thudding iron boots. She opened her eye, and was nearly blinded by the light of a torch.

Instead of being greeted by the familiar scowl of the guard. She was met with a strange pale man with long stringy black hair and dead, dark red eyes. The left half of his face and forehead were covered by a gold mask with a black eye socket where his left eye should be and a golden horn on the top of the mask. His dead eye stared blankly at demon, and demon felt a chill run up her spine. She tried to sit still and moved her gaze towards the floor. They sat in silence demon even found herself taking in quieter breaths.

"Your not much to look at..." he finally says looking over demon with a sneer. "Heh, and you look like you crawled out of a sewer. " demon replied forcing herself to lock eyes with him.

He grimaces "hmm it seems that you also have a bit of an attitude and a sharp tongue too. Nothing we can't fix" he shrugs and smiles sadistically "I am iago, the right hand and lead tactician to his royal Highness king Garon of nohr"

Demon couldn't help but roll her eye at the man as he bowed. He straightens himself back up and moves closer towards the door. it screeched loudly grinding against the floor. He strides closer to demon.

Iago crouches down and reaches a pale hand towards her face.

Demon tried to move away but the chains restrained her movement causing the gauntlets to dig in her skin. Iago grabs her face and moves it towards him carefully he inspects demon's face, he stops when he sees the cloth mask. He clicks his tongue at it "Hmmm that might be a bit of a problem." He says quietly, reaching up a hand he moves it towards her mask. Demon growled and jerked her head away from him, but that only caused him to squeeze her face harder and to dig his sharp nails unit her skin. "You need to learn to behave!" He yelled slamming her head down onto the stone. Demon grunted remaining still, her arms still suspended upward in the air. " Like a good little pet..." Iago finished easing his grip on demon's head and lifting it back up, iago stroked the fabric of demon's mask with his other hand. "I'm going to assume your eye doesn't work underneath that cloth...which could cause problems in the future, I wonder how that happened? Care to tell me hmm?" Iago let go of demon's face, he looked over the rest of her. "Well no matter...I'll let the king deal with that. All in all you still are a fine looking specimen. a few scars and burns here and there, but nothing crippling besides the eye." Iago rose and smirked he lifted up his hand and snapped his fingers. Two guards walked in one of them began undoing the chains connected to the walls. The other had four ebony black chaines with similar red markings that mirrored her the restraints. He began disconnecting the old chains and attaching the black chains to her neck, gauntlets and boots.

Demon waited patiently until all the chains on the walls had been unattached sadly two of the black chains were already hooked into her neck shackle. One from the left side of her neck two her left arm and another on the right side to her right arm. Then a chain attached to both of her wrist gauntlets. The only chain left was for her legs. Iago seemed distracted, so In an instant she kicks the soldier in the stomach as hard as she could then bolts towards the door.

Multiple voices echoed behind her,but she refused to look back. The extremely heavy boots and gauntlets slowed her down but have pushed forward.

As she reached the door a huge sickly green fist appears from the dark hallway and slammed into her chest. Sending her flying into the hard stone wall, demon hears a loud crack upon impact and a slicing pain in her side. This time she did release a hoarse cry of pain, if she didn't have these stupid restraints and chains and had a full stomach and water she could've blocked it and killed whatever hit her.

Demon's vision swirled and darkened. "You should be happy that I'm given orders to keep you alive and unharmed. You little vermin!" Iago hissed stalking up towards demon, Iago then turns to look into the darkness and yells.

"Quickly! Heal her! If she dies you'll be the ones to explain to lord Garon, and I'd hate to think what he would do!"

Demon takes in laborer, quick breaths "what the heck hit me?!" She thinks as she tries to breath. She tries to get her body to move but a searing pain in her chest stops her. Demon feels like she can't breath and her vision is fading quickly. The ground shakes as something big approaches her, but all demon could see was a giant shadow in front of her. Then she is engulfed in darkness and all feelings fade.

The first thing demon felt was bumping and a tingling sensation all through her body. Her head felt like she was in a dense fog and all noise sounded far away. She opened her eye slightly, looking around. "This doesn't look like my cell..." Demon thought to herself. She tried to move but her body was numb and her tongue felt thick and limp. She could at least move her eye around...

Demon seemed to be in a silver rectangle, there were no windows besides a bared one in the front. The walls had loops were chains were connected to the walls. The continues bumping made her come to the conclusion that she must be in a moving object.

Normally when Demon was going to be taken to the arena they put her in a wagon. The wagon was wooded with hay in the center and metal bars, much like her cell. This was different, demon felt trapped and she couldn't move.

Demon tried to move, but to no avail her limbs felt like rubber and her power where not returning. She did breath easier now, and sleep was pulling her back in its embrace.

Darkness once again took her.

Demon awoke to a painful prick on her upper arm. Her eye opened and she moved her head, and realised she could move again. Her strength on the other hand was still gone, she still felt tired and weak.

A man stood at the back of the wagon, he had a long iron spear in his hand. The man wore silver armor from head to toe but was missing his helmet. He looked to be in his thirties with blond hair tied into a ponytail and a short well trimmed beard. His eyes were a dark brown and he glared at demon with cautious eyes.

Demon wanted to snicker at the man, he was eyeing her like a wild animal. She wanted to snap her sharp teeth at him to see his reaction, but decided against it. "Come on...get on with it!" Another voice shouted and another gauntleted hand shoved the blond soldier into the wagon. He stumbled in and nearly face planted the ground, the wagon jostled making demon jump slightly. The man quickly regained his footing and crawled towards demon. Lifting his hands, which shook only slightly, he began to undo the extra chains connected to her special restraints keeping the four black chains from earlier on. Once he was finished he crawled out and tugged on the chains, demon knew the drill. She crawled out of the wagon and onto the cold tile floor. Once she was out light filled her vision, multiple soldiers all armed to the teeth stood around her. Each one glared at her through the visors of their helmets or refused to meet her gaze. The blond soldier pulled her to start walking she followed quietly. She was lead through multiple dark halls that were large enough to fit multiple wyvern. They walked in silence for quiet ahwile, their armor clanked and rattled in the halls when finally they came to a small wooden door in one of the sides of the walls.

One of the soldiers carrying a torch walked up to the door and pounded on it loudly.

The door opened to reveal a woman with light blue hair and pale blue eyes almost seeming grey in the dim light. She was also very pale, as was a trait all people of both had. She wore a black and white maids outfit that had a torn looking cloth that traveled up her pale neck. Her dress went to her knees and the sides on the end of the dress had tears in it also. Her blue hair was in a side ponytail style and she wore a cute hairband on the top of her head. She curtsied to the soldier then folded her hands In Front of her. The maids face was a stone mask and her eyes showed nothing. "Lord Garon wants this thing washed and groomed before it's brought before him." The blond soldier said. At this he turns and undoes the chains connected to the restrains. He leaves the one attached to her neck, much to demon's displeasure. He walks forwards tugging demon along with him and gives the chain to the women. She nods and turns into the room, demon follows behind her making sure to keep her mouth shut.

They climb countless sets of stairs going around in circles for what seems forever. Demon's legs and arms where killing her!

The only noise was the woman's shoes tapping against the stone, the clanging of her neck chain and loud stomping of her heavy restraints.

Finally they came to another door the woman took out a ring with keys on them.

They both silently walked into the room and the maid closed the door behind demon.

The room was square with a full body mirror hung up on the wall In Front of demon.

There was a barred window in the right wall, and a bed on the left. A small desk sat beside the bed and another wooden door was located beside the mirror. A girl wearing a similar outfit like the blue haired girl stood near the mirror her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her hair was in a ponytail as well but it was behind her head. She had pink hair and bright blue eyes, that burned with a first passion. She gave a small smiled towards demon and gave a small nod, however, demon noticed her movements were stiff and the pink haired maid didn't look directly at her. Demon remained still she didn't know how to act around these two new people. The blue haired maid still held her chain, and she didn't know if these women would act like the guards in the dungeon.

Finally, the blue haired maid stepped forward and began taking off the chain. Demon tensed as she stepped forward and watched the maid carefully she also would glance at the pink maid. Making sure to keep both in eyesight. The pink maid shifted awkwardly under demon's beast like eye, wringing her hands together and looking at the ground.

The blue maid stepped back and placed the black chain on the ground, she looked at demon and gave a graceful curtsy. "I'm sorry it's taken so long for introductions, my name is Flora." She said with a kind reserved voice, she then turned to the pink haired maid and lifted up a hand towards her. "And this is Felicia, my sister." Demon's gaze flicked back to the pink maid, now named Felicia, the girl tried to mirror her sister but almost tripped over her own feet.

Demon couldn't help but smirk at this but quickly hid it. Hoping and praying neither saw it. Felicia blushed and regained her footing, mumbling a quiet sorry. Flora clapped her hands together "well! Let's get started shall we? Felicia? Why not start the bath while I get umm." Flora tuners to demon a slight blush on her cheeks. Demon grimaced, she had no idea...she was called multiple 'names' like slut, trash, vermin, piece of crap, monster and so on. "Demon, most people just simply call me demon." She replied making both Flora and Felicia give her weird looks. "Ok then...demon well I'll help you out of your clothes and restrains." Flora said and motioned for her sister to leave. Felicia jumped slightly out of her daze and giving a stiff, quick bow left into the bathroom.

Flora picked a key from her ring and moved towards demon, she unlocked the black boot restraints. Then moved to the arms, demon tried not to move but it felt weird being so light. Flora finished with the neck restraint, she moved back and placed all the restraints on the floor with a huff. "Phew how do you manage with those things..." She turns and smiles softly. Demon felt incredibly light and clear headed, she wanted to run around the small room or break something. She felt energetic and incredibly happy, but she tried to keep a calms face.

Felicia came out of the room with a rag in her hand. "Waters nice and warm waiting for you miss." She said smiling

Demon nodded and walked in, she nearly lost her balance due to being ten times lighter. She shut the door behind her and took off the rest of her clothes, a tub filled with water lay before her. Steam rose from the surface, and demon couldn't help but feel excited to get in.

After her bath, Felicia came in with clothing neatly folded in her arms. She put them on a wooden shelf and left, demon got dressed and felt much more relieved and calm. The clothing was a long price of grey gold silk that reached her knees. When she stepped out the room was empty, both maids where gone. Demon stood there not knowing what to do, she turned to the bed that looked incredibly comfy. "One nap wouldn't hurt..." She mumbled to herself walking over, and placing a hand on the bed. The cloth looked warm and the bed looked soft, she sat down and never had she felt something so soft and nice.

Before she knew she was laying fully on the soft bed and fell into a deep, free sleep.