Hidden Hallows - 164 Prisoner

They knock on something again while saying “Throw her in a cell!” My heart beats wildly in my chest, threatening to come clean out but I keep my mouth shut as chains appear on my wrists. I don’t bother looking a Maro, the feathered jerk clearly had no desire to really help me.

Two large Angels appear next to me and drag me forward. My mind continues to race with fear and anxiety but I do my best to quiet them. I need to think… I look up in time to see both angels walking me straight into a mirror!

I slightly stiffen but when we walk straight through it, I quickly realize it not a ‘normal’ mirror. When we step out on the other side, solid white walls and floors greet us. I squint at all the brightness and allow the two to pull me further in.

When we turn another corner, two more Angels are seen. They’re guards… They nod to the other two Angels before stepping to the side and watching me closely. The two Angels pulling me keep going but when we walk into the next room, I can’t help but sigh.

Cells… lots and lots of cells and everything is in white and gold! I suddenly hate the colors! They pull me down a long path, passing multiple cells holding other prisoners until stopping in front of an empty cell. They unlock the cell and push me in without a word.

I stumble in and turn around to glare at them as I lift my hands and say “Can these come off now?” The one closest to me scoffs and says “You can keep them for a few days or years. Until you learn who’s really in charge here, you can shut up and sit down.”

He slams the door and locks it with a smirk before walking away. When I turn back to my cell door, I find someone in the cell across from me staring right at me. Judging by her eyes, she’s a demon. She sits with her back against the wall, silently staring without a word.

I look down at the chains and try to use my magic but of course, it doesn’t work. I walk over to the wall in my cell and sit down. There’s absolutely nothing in here… nothing but white walls and golden bars.

I pull against the chains, allowing them to cut into my skin before using my blood to snap the chains off. Once off, my magic comes back like a breath of fresh air. I use my magic to heal my wrist as I try to think of what’s happened.

I never thought to really question Queen Cara but I trusted her… But she never gave me the impression that she was hiding anything either. Was there a possibility she didn’t know? Yes, she doesn’t know a lot of things… especially because she closed her world off to this world for so long.

Could I break out of here?

A slow smile creeps across my face as I think about the carnage I could unleash in this place but it quickly falters. They said they found my blood… they know what my blood is but they don’t know about Queen Cara? Weren’t they the ones that ‘gave’ her the gift to create? How could they not know it was her blood!?

The feathered jerk was never trying to help me… hah. That’s fine. Two can play this game. The air here was rich with magic and power. I lean my head back and close my eyes as I start absorbing all the magic in the air.

Since it never gets dark here, I can’t tell how much time has actually passed but when I hear footsteps approaching, I feel myself smiling. The footsteps come to a stop right in front of my cell before I hear someone call out “Hey! Witch freak! It’s time for your torture session.” He chuckles and it’s followed by another.

The two Angels find the whole thing funny… One unlocks the cell door while the other stands guard on the outside saying “I can’t wait to peel that pretty little skin off that body of yours and hear your screams of pain.” When the Angel stops before me, he kicks my foot. I slowly open my eyes and come face to face with a very attractive angel.

He sneers down at me but when his eyes lock onto mine, a sliver of unease can be seen passing through him. I smile at him and softly say “Kneel” He instantly falls to his knees with a grunt. Shock and fear fill his eyes as I quickly put him in the very chains I was just in.

I smirk and say “You can keep them for a few days or years. Until you learn who’s really in charge here, you can shut up and sit down.” Fear flickers in his eyes as I quickly stand up and kick him right between the legs.

He turns blue in the face and falls over as the other Angel comes flying at me. I lift my right hand and say “Kneel” once again. The angel falls to his knees with a cry of pain before biting his lip. I look down at him with a sneer of my own and say “You wanted to peel me? And enjoy my screams of pain? Wow… truly unique tastes you have.”

The Angel glares up at me with anger and fear but he looked like he was trying to fight the hold I currently had on him. I lean down until I’m right next to his ear and say “I shall grant your wish…” I reach over his shoulders and grab his wings.

For the first time, true fear could be seen on his face and he yells out “No!” I use my magic and rip both his wings off with a growl of anger. His hot blood goes flying everywhere as his screams of pain can be heard in the entire cell.

The other inmates are now all jumping up and down, excitement and bloodlust can be seen in their dark eyes but I ignore them all as I walk out of the cell and start heading out. When I come to the gate, the two guarding the door turn and do a double-take.

Blood drips from my hands and face but I ignore it because it wasn’t mine. They instantly charge after me, swords drawn in mighty arcs but I make a slight slit in my palm and quickly raise my hand. The first blade comes down and shatters upon contact with my blood.

Taking advantage of his shock and surprise, I kick him right between the legs before turning to the other Angel. He watches his partner fall over with pain etched onto his face and instantly drops the blade in his hand.

I nod in approval and say “You’re smarter than the others. Take me to your leaders but I warn you now, if you try anything funny… your balls aren’t the only thing that’ll go missing.” He swallows hard and starts leading the way with a nervous twitch.

I didn’t kill them because I have no reason to. I don’t think killing everyone here will do me any good but the one who wanted to skin me… he had it coming. When we finally make it to a large door, I wave to him and say “Open it”

He gives me a pleading look and says “When the elders are in there and the door is closed, no one is supposed to go in.” I lift my foot and kick him as hard as I can. The Angel’s back hits the large door before taking it clean off the hinges.

He lands on top of the door and both him and the door come to a sliding stop in the middle of the room. Several Angels jump up to their feet, turning to face me as they pull out their weapons but when they see me, they all come to a startled stop.

I walk into the room, still covered in blood, before coming to a stop and saying “I think it’s about time we all talked.” One male Angel steps forward and asks “Who on earth are you?” He then turns to the others and asks “Who on earth is this?”

I raise my eyebrows up in mild surprise before turning to the others. The ones I recognize from the trial were all looking a little sweaty. I start smirking as I say “Well well, isn’t this a surprising turn of events.” I look back to the male who’s clearly in charge and say “My name is Eris Hallows and I was brought here against my will. Given an unfair trial before being sentenced to jail and I just left my would be ‘torturer’ in pieces in my cell with his friend holding onto my chains. Keeping them warm for me.” I wink at the guy before turning back to the others.

They all flinch and look away with various looks of fear, worry, disbelief, and remorse.