Ce'Rawn gasped.
The Demon standing in front of her smiled.
It was the man in the blue cloak that was the demon.
She had seen him transform into his demon form and drink blood from a human skull right in
front of her.
And now, he stood in front of her once again. He stood before her in human form. The
flowing blue cloak of his moved to his every move as he gazed at her and the other girls.
Ce'Rawn stood, chained to a jagged stonewall, with countless other girls.
How she had gotten here was beyond her, and why they had brought her and theses other
girls left her with burning questions. Uncomfortably, the princess looked away from the
Demon's gaze. All the other girls were unconscious, crying, or quiet.
What was she supposed to do?
Where was she?
Why were they doing this?
How did they get here?
The Demon-man in front of her chuckled. He walked up to her, and with a flash of his
hand, her grabbed her red hair and pulled back, until she whimpered in pain.
"King BELGARION's daughter.." He sneered.
Ce'Rawn bit her lower lip.
He laughed in her face. His handsome features and evil spirit made the princess shiver.
"Do you know who I am?" He whispered in her ear.
She shook with fear, feeling his hot breath on her face, "No" she replied shaking.
The Demon-man stayed quiet.
Ce'Rawn closed her eyes.
"I am Belzimon," he said, "the future King of the Underworld." He leaned closer to the
princess, "Fear me for now I am you Lord."
Ce'Rawn said nothing, but backed away against the wall.
Belzimon straightened, and raked his strong fingers through his wavy snow- white hair
that fell a little past his ears. His pale gray eyes preyed upon the maiden, and smiled. "We
will make a new Prophecy, woman." He said.
Ce'Rawn paled, "W-what do you mean?"
He leaned against the wall she clung to, piercing her fear with his eyes, "You," he said,
"are the daughter of Light.. And I"-he touched his chest-" am the son of Shadows.
Together, we will create a Prophecy so great, that not even your Gods can return to this
earth in time to save mankind.."
"No! I will never do that!" She cried as loud as she dared to.
Amused, he raised an eyebrow, "Truly?" He asked, "Not even when you see this?"
He turned around and suddenly, she saw a demon of great size, holding Ce'Dara, her
beloved sister, in his arms.
Ce'Rawn gasped, and struggled to free herself from the chains.
Ce'Dara was in some kind of a sleep, for she was limp in the demons arms, her head
thrown back and eyes closed. Her sapphire gown draped her slender figure and nearly
touched the retched floor. Her red hair, hanging open in damp ringlets, cascaded down
the demons leg, where her head hung.
"I must say," Belzimon murmured, inspecting Ce'Dara, "she is a very young fair
woman," He turned and looked at Ce'Rawn, "Don't you think so, Ce'Rawn?"
"Please don't harm her! PLEASE! I'm begging you!" Ce'Rawn cried as the demon began
to walk off with Ce'Dara.
Seemingly surprised, Belzimon exclaimed, "King Belgarion's daughter is BEGGING?"
Ce'Rawn broke into tears.
Belzimon threw back his head and laughed so loud that all the girls (at least 60 of them)
turned to look at him in horror.
Ce'Rawn tried to back away from him, but she was already against the jagged wall.
"Where is this place?" Ce'Rawn whispered.
Belzimon chuckled, "You do not know?"
Ce'Rawn shivered.
"You will have to wait. If you do not know, you might never know."
He spun around and strode away, his blue cloak following.
Ce'Rawn began to weep silently.
How hard she had tried to free herself in these chains!
And how hard she tried to use sorcery to escape.
With watery emerald eyes, Ce'Rawn saw Belzimon approach Ce'Dara and the demon.
Belzimon seemed to speak with the demon quietly, and then he looked over his broad
shoulder at her, and smiled. The demon bowed, and left with Ce'Dara as Belzimon kept
his eyes on Ce'Rawn.
Out loud, Belzimon ordered the demon that was leaving, "Kill the princess in your
arms-we have to let King Belgarion know the feeling of loss.. Right Ce'Rawn?" His
eyes never left hers.
Ce'Rawn paled, "No!" she cried, "I-I'll do it!"
"Stop!" Belzimon simply said, and the demon stood still, the Demon Prince turned to
Ce'Rawn again, "You'll do what, princess?"
"T-the Prophecy thing...." She quietly said.
"Come again?" He mockingly said, crossing his arms.
"I-I-I'll help create a new Prophecy-"
"Good-now you are mine forever!" He cut in.
"-but only if you let everyone go!" She finished, then faltered.
Belzimon laughed, "I will not let these girls go. And if I do, they'll just be lost."
Ce'Rawn frowned, "What?"
There was absolute silence.
His black boots sounded like thunder against the stone floor as he walked towards
Ce'Rawn, "All here are dead, princess."
Everyone paled.
"W-what?" Ce'Rawn cried, "This doesn't make any sense!"
Belzimon smiled, "What you see, and what you are, are only the souls of what you used
to be."
Ce'Rawn frowned, what was he talking about?
"Ce'Rawn," He said, "everyone here-in this Realm-are dead." Loudly, he announced,
"You all are DEAD! My kin chose you, and you were killed, slowly. What you are now
are spirits, and what you were, had been living beings."
He turned back to the princess, "You are now mine. We will create a Prophecy." He
smirked, turning to the demon with Ce'Dara, he said, "Make her image vanish, Koreal."
The demon (Koreal) bowed, and suddenly, Ce'Dara disappeared.
"What did you do to her?!" Ce'Rawn shrieked.
"You should be glad princess," Belzimon said over his shoulder as he walked away, "for
the image of your sister was only a work of magic. You wouldn't really want her down
here, dead...like you... would you?"
Then he left.
It was quiet....Like a grave.
The Demon standing in front of her smiled.
It was the man in the blue cloak that was the demon.
She had seen him transform into his demon form and drink blood from a human skull right in
front of her.
And now, he stood in front of her once again. He stood before her in human form. The
flowing blue cloak of his moved to his every move as he gazed at her and the other girls.
Ce'Rawn stood, chained to a jagged stonewall, with countless other girls.
How she had gotten here was beyond her, and why they had brought her and theses other
girls left her with burning questions. Uncomfortably, the princess looked away from the
Demon's gaze. All the other girls were unconscious, crying, or quiet.
What was she supposed to do?
Where was she?
Why were they doing this?
How did they get here?
The Demon-man in front of her chuckled. He walked up to her, and with a flash of his
hand, her grabbed her red hair and pulled back, until she whimpered in pain.
"King BELGARION's daughter.." He sneered.
Ce'Rawn bit her lower lip.
He laughed in her face. His handsome features and evil spirit made the princess shiver.
"Do you know who I am?" He whispered in her ear.
She shook with fear, feeling his hot breath on her face, "No" she replied shaking.
The Demon-man stayed quiet.
Ce'Rawn closed her eyes.
"I am Belzimon," he said, "the future King of the Underworld." He leaned closer to the
princess, "Fear me for now I am you Lord."
Ce'Rawn said nothing, but backed away against the wall.
Belzimon straightened, and raked his strong fingers through his wavy snow- white hair
that fell a little past his ears. His pale gray eyes preyed upon the maiden, and smiled. "We
will make a new Prophecy, woman." He said.
Ce'Rawn paled, "W-what do you mean?"
He leaned against the wall she clung to, piercing her fear with his eyes, "You," he said,
"are the daughter of Light.. And I"-he touched his chest-" am the son of Shadows.
Together, we will create a Prophecy so great, that not even your Gods can return to this
earth in time to save mankind.."
"No! I will never do that!" She cried as loud as she dared to.
Amused, he raised an eyebrow, "Truly?" He asked, "Not even when you see this?"
He turned around and suddenly, she saw a demon of great size, holding Ce'Dara, her
beloved sister, in his arms.
Ce'Rawn gasped, and struggled to free herself from the chains.
Ce'Dara was in some kind of a sleep, for she was limp in the demons arms, her head
thrown back and eyes closed. Her sapphire gown draped her slender figure and nearly
touched the retched floor. Her red hair, hanging open in damp ringlets, cascaded down
the demons leg, where her head hung.
"I must say," Belzimon murmured, inspecting Ce'Dara, "she is a very young fair
woman," He turned and looked at Ce'Rawn, "Don't you think so, Ce'Rawn?"
"Please don't harm her! PLEASE! I'm begging you!" Ce'Rawn cried as the demon began
to walk off with Ce'Dara.
Seemingly surprised, Belzimon exclaimed, "King Belgarion's daughter is BEGGING?"
Ce'Rawn broke into tears.
Belzimon threw back his head and laughed so loud that all the girls (at least 60 of them)
turned to look at him in horror.
Ce'Rawn tried to back away from him, but she was already against the jagged wall.
"Where is this place?" Ce'Rawn whispered.
Belzimon chuckled, "You do not know?"
Ce'Rawn shivered.
"You will have to wait. If you do not know, you might never know."
He spun around and strode away, his blue cloak following.
Ce'Rawn began to weep silently.
How hard she had tried to free herself in these chains!
And how hard she tried to use sorcery to escape.
With watery emerald eyes, Ce'Rawn saw Belzimon approach Ce'Dara and the demon.
Belzimon seemed to speak with the demon quietly, and then he looked over his broad
shoulder at her, and smiled. The demon bowed, and left with Ce'Dara as Belzimon kept
his eyes on Ce'Rawn.
Out loud, Belzimon ordered the demon that was leaving, "Kill the princess in your
arms-we have to let King Belgarion know the feeling of loss.. Right Ce'Rawn?" His
eyes never left hers.
Ce'Rawn paled, "No!" she cried, "I-I'll do it!"
"Stop!" Belzimon simply said, and the demon stood still, the Demon Prince turned to
Ce'Rawn again, "You'll do what, princess?"
"T-the Prophecy thing...." She quietly said.
"Come again?" He mockingly said, crossing his arms.
"I-I-I'll help create a new Prophecy-"
"Good-now you are mine forever!" He cut in.
"-but only if you let everyone go!" She finished, then faltered.
Belzimon laughed, "I will not let these girls go. And if I do, they'll just be lost."
Ce'Rawn frowned, "What?"
There was absolute silence.
His black boots sounded like thunder against the stone floor as he walked towards
Ce'Rawn, "All here are dead, princess."
Everyone paled.
"W-what?" Ce'Rawn cried, "This doesn't make any sense!"
Belzimon smiled, "What you see, and what you are, are only the souls of what you used
to be."
Ce'Rawn frowned, what was he talking about?
"Ce'Rawn," He said, "everyone here-in this Realm-are dead." Loudly, he announced,
"You all are DEAD! My kin chose you, and you were killed, slowly. What you are now
are spirits, and what you were, had been living beings."
He turned back to the princess, "You are now mine. We will create a Prophecy." He
smirked, turning to the demon with Ce'Dara, he said, "Make her image vanish, Koreal."
The demon (Koreal) bowed, and suddenly, Ce'Dara disappeared.
"What did you do to her?!" Ce'Rawn shrieked.
"You should be glad princess," Belzimon said over his shoulder as he walked away, "for
the image of your sister was only a work of magic. You wouldn't really want her down
here, dead...like you... would you?"
Then he left.
It was quiet....Like a grave.