Rated M for; Language, violence, sexy-time, imps, sexy-evil-man, murder, torture.
He sat there on the cold black marble floor of the large castle that sat in these dying lands. Nothing had grown in the fields for decades now, and nothing would for the years to come. He was born and raised in these lands. But never had he seen it when they were green and warm, fields full of crops and fat cows grazing in the fields. He had heard story's about it, even see a rare painting or two that was kept hidden from the eyes of soldiers and other that were loyal to the king. Now all had died under its new ruler, his kingdom now nothing but a grey dying land. The older man had never felt grass under his feet, a thought that had hunted him when his first child was born. He knew that they would never smell the sent of fresh mowed grass, feel the heat of the sun in the summer, or feel their bellies full of food. The eyes of his king were glaring down at him, he could feel them burn right through him. His heart was pounding a mile a minute as he was sweating bullets out of horror. He did not dare to look around the large empty throne room, he did not dare to take his eyes from the ground as he sat there, bowing as deep as he possibly could.
It was nothing really, just a piece of coal that was all, why was this so much a big deal?. But what was one to expect? The man he worked for was seen as a true monster, a demon if you like the sound of that more. The world knew him to be nothing but. A fiend that needed to be destroyed by the bravest of knights and soldiers. Oh, how they have tried and failed. But the magic that this man wielded was unlike any other, the knowledge he had was enough to destroy the very world itself, so why had he not done so?. The older man looked absolutely defeated as he wondered this himself. The man sat on his knee's, bowing down as deep as he could while the king looked down at him with a slick smile spread across the lips. "Well peasant what might it be, your death. Or your most beautiful daughter to work here in your place. She best be a virgin still. I do not like to play with the toys of others. I....... might come back to this little deal I make with such a worthless creature quite like yourself." Salvador said as sat on his high throne that stood in the dark and cold throne room. His black hair draped over the shoulders of his silk green robe he was wearing. Everything about him reeked of power and wealth, wealth that he took from his subjects and spend all on his own. He was a scrawny looking creature, with pale skin and eyes that sat sunk deep within his face and small lips. He looked sickly, death even. But his bright green eyes betrayed that there was still life inside him still, and an evil that had blackened his very soul.
The poor man was shivering in fear. His whole body was in agony after the torture that his king had him endure. Magic, he would rather have good old fashion torture than the filthy magic that his ruler had conjured up against him. His body was in agony still, he could feel the pain in his bones. He knew that if he was to die, that his children could not take care of themselves. In this city in this horrid land people died of hunger or by the hand of the Kings army. Leaving was not an option, those who tried were hanged like for treason. All one could do here was trying to stay alive, and hope that death would come swiftly and without pain.