She has a choice. She has always had it. Go to HIM, let HIM use her as he sees fit.

Or walk away.

Each choice has a price. The first means the loss of pride, of dignity, of respect. The second means the death of everything and nearly everyone she loves. Everyone but HIM.

She looks at the door to HIS chamber. HE has no mercy, no pity, no kindness...no love. For HIM this is purely the relief of physical needs, the burning of his physical desire. HIS training of her mind, body and soul meant to make HIS rule and control easier, more absolute.

She could be free, couldn't she...walk away from this demigod who has conquered her land, shattered her safe world? How long has it been? It seems like centuries, could even be so.

She looks at the door, then back the way she came...and sighs. She can't break her promise, and now she no longer wants to. HE holds her passions, her heart in HIS cold and emotionless grip.

Besides this could be the last time in HIS arms. As much as she hates what she has become, she longs for HIM. She knows she has come to love HIM, as she had been warned not to.

So for one more night she walks softly into the room and quietly curls up on HIS bed.


She saw it, before HE did, the enemy's strike. And she knew that she would have her Freedom.

She leapt for it, shielding HIS back, saving HIS life.

She felt the pain, the agony. Felt her very life's blood flowing from the wound...and heard HIS enraged cry. Felt him smite the foes that surrounded them, as though they were as nothing. Knew they were nothing, to him.

She feels HIS arms around her, HIS arms cradling her head. She looks into his face.

And something isn't right.

This tyrant, the demigod of hate and destruction, shouldn't have tears shining unshed in his eyes.

With a strength the greatly weakened magess didn't know she had, she tries to wipe away the moisture...but HIS hand stopped her.

"Why." That single word carried so much meaning, demanded her answer. It forced her dying body to summon the strength to speak.

"I love..."

And with that her voice faded, she felt the dark close around her.

They still speak of that place. Where HE lost his favorite slave girl. Where that Demon in human guise screamed in pain, in rage, hate....and had tears falling down his face.


They still speak of the fall of his empire, when the Lord of it lost his heart; he left it behind to search for her, for his lost slave girl. Swearing by heaven and hell he would own her again.

No one knows if he ever found her. So many worlds exist where they speak of HIM...

But of her...only silence. I fear if he should find her again, this destroyer of worlds. What he might do, upon owning her soul once more.