The Dark Lord’s Prison
He
sat there, on his knees, crying and feeling beaten, which he so clearly was. Hunched
over, on all fours, and rolled into some sort of feudal position, he laid
there, which gave me a large feeling of satisfaction. The man who had so
vehemently defied my might, was now broken, shattered into a shadow of his
former self.
I
walked slowly through the doorway, setting but a single foot outside of the
frame, and give a slight chuckle. “Now hopefully you can see, fighting against
us was futile. Did you really believe you could defeat Galbranok the Great? Surely
even from the start, you realized your goal was but a pipe dream, correct?” I
said, in a quiet but fierce, mocking tone of voice.
He
continued to be silent, but stopped shedding his tears. I couldn’t blame him for
not wanting to look so weak, and little. His dignity was all he had left, he
had no power, no family, and no friends. He was now alone, cold and broken,
just how I wanted him.
“You
didn’t have to do what you did Galbranok… We surrendered, it was unnecessary to
kill them all, women and children, too. I mean, what kind of a monster does
that? How can you possibly sleep at night, knowing you’re responsible for the death
of innocent beings!? You’re no better than your father!”
I
laughed, reveling in his, sad defeat. “I believe I must be better. I was able
to single handedly, destroy the rebellion that had plagued the order since its
founding nearly 150 years ago. How does that not make me better?”
“Because
you have no fucking sense of morality! You kill others, with no sense for
anything but power. Well, now you can bloody well have it, you’re left to
control whatever you please.”
“Morals?”
I put my hand on the hilt of my sword. “What right do you have to question my
morals Mr. Talahak? You claim to have better morals than me? You armed young
boys to fight the armies of the Black Knights. That in itself, is worse than
anything I have ever done. I would not ask a child to face something that would
so easily, result in their death. You sir, are pathetic.”
He
stood up, facing me, and looking directly at my black helmet, trying to see
into my very soul. “You have no right to question my motives. You destroyed
anyone who did not idolize you. You sir, are not a saint, but rather, the devil
in disguise.”
I
unsheathed my sword, pointing it at his neck. “You believe you can speak ill of
me? You’re scum, unworthy of even feeling the heel of my boot. I would kill you
here, and now, but I would much rather watch you suffer until the end of days.
You’re not worthy of living a life, not with the greed for control you possess,
so I will keep you here. I will visit you, and watch you be tortured until
finally, you can take it no more. That is your punishment for destroying
Alaria, with your bloody crusade to glory. I hope it was worth it.”
He
spit at me, but missed and made himself look like a fool. “I hope I’m not the
end of the rebellion Galbranok, you need to feel a blade pierce your heart.
Someone needs to slay the Dark lord, and bring peace to Alaria. My only regret
is that I could not be the one to see the job done… But, I will savor the day
you are brought to your knees.”
“Yeah,
that’ll be the day Victor. I’ll be seeing you, and please, make yourself at
home. You’ll not be leaving any time soon.” I sheathed my sword, and exited the
room. It felt good, to finally be at the top of the world, unrivaled by
anything or anyone. No-one could stop me now. For I, am Galbranok, the Dark
Lord of Alaria, and everyone would soon bow to me.
