He swallowed hard and looked around himself. “No!” He breathed as his despair crashed in on him. “No, no, no…not this…anything but this…”
He stared at the figure before him as they were on their knees before the throne in the castle of the Fire Prince, Basille. Mikhail’s knees went weak as he watched the Demon Lords and Generals force her down and spread her wings out and rake the large merciless hooks into her wings as they laughed and cheered.
He stepped forward wanting to go to her aid, to use his powers against them, to stop them as they hauled her up above the throne.
They all vanished, leaving Mikhail to walk slowly up to the suspended figure. The face of his beloved looked up with hatred in her eyes. Mikhail paused.
“Natalie?” He breathed.
“I hate you…as soon as I am free, I wi
