THE CHRONICLES OF MARLOVOR (Evil Reborn )

“Tell me, tell me where she is!” A woman in a black hoodie loomed over the young Sanguine, who was chained and bleeding uncontrollably. “Tell me where she is… or are you ready to die for her?” A moan of pain escaped from the Sanguine, each breath trembling with agony. “You’re wasting my time,” the woman hissed, with a dagger in her hand, advancing impatiently. “No… no…” the Sanguine tried, struggling to find her voice. “Then tell me where she is.” The Sanguine’s body shook violently, chains rattling as she fought to speak. “Fine. You leave me no choice.” The dagger plunged into her stomach, hot pain exploding through her veins, blood spilling like fire. “Ah!” she cried, desperation slicing through every word. “I’ll make this more torturous and painful if you don’t tell me,” the woman said, twisting the dagger until a hole appeared, bleeding and raw. “Fine… fine, I’ll tell you… but on one condition!” The voice cracked, desperate, pleading. “Oh? Brave enough to make a deal with me, huh?” the woman said stoically. "What?” “You let me go,” came the whispered reply. The woman’s wicked smirk widened, a cold, domineering aura wrapping around her like shadowed steel. “Sure,” she smirked callously. “Okay ... .Queen….she has gone to earth to find the King…” the Sanguine stressed with pleading eyes. The woman smirked as if she was expecting it. “Thank you for cooperating,” she said callously, pulling the dagger free. The Sanguine slumped halfway against the chains, trembling; eyes wide with fear, letting a helpless wail fill the air as her sight began to deteriorate. The woman's gaze narrowed, pure evil burning in every line of her face. “Better get ready Gretchen… because I’m coming for you!”