Chapter 7?
Cynder stood on a circular stone in the ground. She had a chain around her ankle that attached to the floor. She pulled at it in attempt to brake free. "Get off!" She breathed poison on it, hoping it would corrode the metal. "What is thing made of?"
Then, she heard the voices. "Murderer!"
"Witch!"
"Devourer of children!"
"You don't belong!"
Cynder shut her eyes and tried to silence the voices. "Shut up! I'm good! I wasn't in control!"
"She is the Devil's concubine!"
"The Dark Master's puppet!"
"She is Death's squire!"
The platform Cynder stood on began rising from the ground. Cynder was helplessly being carried to the skies by an ever-growing pillar. "Let me go! I just want to go home!"
"We wanted to go home too! We just wanted to live!"
"You killed my son!"
"Why should you deserve any mercy?"
"You'll get what's coming to you!"
Cynder was rising even higher on the pillar. She began to cry. "I'm sorry! I couldn't control myself!"
"Excuses!"
"Let's kill her now!"
"No! I say let her suffer!"
The pillar stopped rising. Cynder was high above the clouds. She could not even see the ground below her. Her legs violently shook from vertigo. "Please just let me down!"
The voices began speaking in unison, slowly transforming into a single voice as a black cloud formed in front of the pillar. "But you have done wrong. You killed innocents, you used Spyro, and you commited countless other crimes." The voice became more sinister. The large black cloud took shape, growing legs and wings. "Why should you go unpunished?" A tail grew and a round head appeared. "You are a demon, you always have been." The voice was feminine. The head became more angular in appearence and nine bumps appeared in the back. The detail of the wings began to fill in, spanning far and high. A blade appeared on either wing. Another wickedly sharp blade appeared on the end of the tail. "You are a murderer." Cynder was cowering in fear. The hind legs of the figure became more slender and long. The fore legs grew more powerful. The bumps on the head turned into incredibly long horns. It opened its mouth to reveal wicked teeth. "You are the Dark Queen!" Weird symbols appeared on its shoulders and its forehead. "You are me!" The figure's bright green eyes looked through-not at, THROUGH- the frightened Cynder. Cynder was face-to-face with her evil adult self, except the evil Cynder stood 1000 feet high with a wing span of one mile. The evil Cynder stood on her hind legs, using the pillar as support. The real Cynder was about the same size as evil Cynder's pupil. "Your purpose is to kill!"
Cynder denied this. "No! I'm not you! Not anymore! I fight for justice!"
"Justice?" Evil Cynder laughed evilly. "What is justice? A pathetic little made-up idea created to make people feel hey have a purpose in the world! Your purpose is to kill, Cynder! Slaughter! Crush the weak and feed on their fear!"
Cynder shook her head. "I refuse! Just go away!" She closed her eyes and held them tight. She felt Torment (Evil Cynder) wrap her claw around her. She was lifted and the chain on her ankle broke. Cynder opened her eyes to see that she was being held in one claw by Torment and was right in front of her face. She could smell the stench of rotting corpses coming from the evil giant's breath. She was no longer high in the clouds above a pillar, but instead, Torment stood inside of a volcano and Cynder was right above the ridge.
Torment's eyes glinted evilly and pierced Cynder's soul. "Allow me to remind you who you are!"
Cynder struggled to brake free. "No! Let go of me! Please!" Distant memories returned to her. Cynder remembered when she was Malefor's servant. She flew through the dark skies while fire balls were launched at her. She destroyed ships and burned villages. "Stop this!" she begged. She stood infront of a young female dragon and her thirteen year old son. "Give me your child!" she demanded.
"No! Get away from my baby!"
Cynder laughed evilly and knocked the woman aside She grabbed the boy and gave an even bigger grin. "Hello, delicious!"
"Mommy! Stop the bad lady!" the boy pleaded.
The mother had broken her legs when Cynder threw her and couldn't move. "Julian! No!"
"Please! I don't want to see any more!" good Cynder pleaded. Past Cynder licked her chops and bit off Julian's wings. "Tastes so good!"
Julian cried in pain as blood spurted. His mother could do nothing but watch helplessly. "Let go of my baby!"
Cynder ignored the crying mother. She bit into the child's neck and tore out his throat to silence his screams. She enjoyed every minute of her meal, as well as the devestated mother's grief. When she was done, not even a skeleton was left, she had eaten the bones as well. She casually walked up to the grieving mother. "Do you have anything more filling?" she asked cruelly.
"You're a monster! You heartless bitch!"
Cynder laughed. "I'll take that as a complement. You feel helpless, don't you? I bet you feel like killing yourself..."
The mother dragon just laid there sniveling. "I... I lost the only thing I have..."
"I thought so. But you see, if you kill yourself, then the suffering will end. Not only that, but I'm still hungry. I know what to do that will satisfy my hunger, and leave you without a way to kill yourself!" Cynder grabbed the mother's right foreleg and tore it off, causing her to cry in pain. Cynder greedily, ate the leg and did the same with the other three. Twenty minutes later, she left the house and flew off, leaving the other dragon with no legs and crying herself to insanity. "Stop showing me these things!" good Cynder yelled.
Cynder was back in Torment's paw above the pillar. "This is who you are, Cynder! Nothing else!"
Cynder woke screaming. "No! No! NO!" She was sweating heavily and panting. "Huh?" She sat up and realized it was all a dream. "Oh, thank God." She sighed a deep sigh of relief. She was in her new bedroom, in the beautiful house that Celia gave them. It was still midnight judging by the sky she saw out the window. "What the hell was that?" She sat up and just waited for the night to end. She didn't dare go back to sleep.
Chapter 7?