Foot steps echoed down a long dark hall. A man in blood stained, dust ridden armor walked. He removed his helm, sweat mated dark brown hair sticking to his forehead and sneak. Blood dripping of his old armor, once shiny. He walked to a pair of old wooden doors, which he pushed open and walked opened then walked inside.
Shadows from the torches all across the walls played on the floor, some version of tag, or some form of dance incomprehensible to the human eye, dimly lighting the room. Two Guards stood by the door, and closed it behind the young man who just entered the room. At the other end was an old oak chair, surrounded on all sides by young boys all wearing the same uniform a brown shirt, with baggy brown trousers. In front of the chair stood an old man next to a table, moving pieces around on it.
"father" said the young man quietly.
The old man looked up, then looked back down at the table then back up at his son, "Valecentcord, your late, and your reports are miserable." said the old man.
"I rode as fast as I could"
"Silence!" yelled the old man. he shoved the table and it fell pieces scattering all over the floor. "Out" he screamed "everybody out". The young boys scattered quickly, finding exists. The first guard opened a door, walked out, and motioned to the second to follow. The second didn't move, he hesitated a moment then said " but your highness". The young man raised his arm, parallel to the old wooden floors. He pointed his hand at the second guard, and maid a fist.
The guard quickly realized his mistake as the kings son raised his arm. The knowledge that he was about to die floated across his head, and he froze. He wouldn't accept the fact, he had always thought himself immune to the princes powers. Other soldiers, prisoners and whores. Yes, but not him. He had witnessed it over and over, he could still here there screams. The same thing over and over, the prince raising his arm and pointing it at his victim. Now that arm was pointed at him.
The thought crossed his mind to run, but at that very moment he felt a small pen prick right at his heart. A warm tingly felling spread over his body as the prince sucked his life energy from him. The tingling soon turned into a deep painful burn. It spread up to his throat, as it cut of his air supply. He thought of his wife and newborn son, they seemed to be just out of reach. He thought if he could just get to him all of his pain would end. Then he died. His wife and son had been his last bit of life, the prince moaned quietly out of pleasure as he stole it from him.
The other guard fled in terror at seeing his partner die. The prince let him go and waved his still raised hand at the door, it slammed shut. The Prince was taller than most other normal people. With dark eyes and a stone cold face. His eyes acted as a mask for him, keeping the rest of the world from seeing what lied inside. Only to people had been aloud to see through that mask, and they were both dead.
The old man frowned "If you are done"
The young man smiled "yes, I m through"
Shaking his head " Such a pointless waist of human life, Cord. Are you satisfied?"
"Well I needed to let loose some frustration, and they were both a pointless waist of human flesh, weak, and talent less." He answered in a cold clamber voice.
"well your destructive habits need to be turned to a safer subject, or at least to one that doesn't deplete our man power." answered the old man. "our master calls us, he wants to know why we are advancing so slowly"
"You can tell the lord of darkness that It is because I have to fight this war the old fashion way"
"I think you need to tell him your self."
Cord shuddered, "he is your master I have yet to take the oath".
"You will on my death, but you will come with me now."
"fine"
And the two men, one young, and the other old, walked out the secret passage behind the old oak chair to meet with there master.