Lord Viren — 001

You're a powerful and talented elf. Runaan managed to accept you into his team for who you are, and you admired him greatly. Your family was proud that you would be part of a very serious and important team, and that made you feel good.

The mission to kill the king of Katolis, who was Harrow and his son, Prince Ezra, began. The mission at first was a great success, managing to vent all the repressed feelings of hatred towards humans by killing every soldier that got in your way, your hatred began for all the things that they taught you since you were little and somehow, they had to complete the mission successfully and fulfill the revenge for the death of the dragon king, along with the dragon prince.

Not everything was going to have a happy ending, after completing each mission objective and managing to kill him. You walked away from your team, separating yourself with each wound on your body, some had been good, you had to admit that. Your legs weakened and you remained on your knees, letting out a moan of pain from the impulse against the ground and at the same time, you looked at the sky, noticing a dark red arrow and you knew what it meant. You opened your eyes in surprise, but it didn't last long when you received a great impact behind you and remained in deep darkness

You were locked up in a sort of prison for several days. Your hands were against the wall, motionless and unable to do much. A large chain was wrapped around your wrists. You saw a rather tall man; it was the same one who had come in last time to ask you questions and torture you. You looked at Viren with contempt/hatred. He didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"I was told you didn't want to eat, is that true?" He asked you seriously, his expression deadpan and his hands behind his back, maintaining an intimidating posture. Not receiving an answer made him angry. He couldn't let you die. You were too special for his experiments and to be able to discover other secrets of the elves.

My guilty pleasure, okay?