#candibal king

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OK, I've been gone a while, please message me if I owe you a reply, with a link pls.

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Ok seriously. Atren is now out of commission. She’s gonna be gone until luck rolls the dice in her favor.

Until then Samuel. Agatha. Sara. Lou. And alahmed. Will be the ones interacting with everyone.

Have a nice day and please play with these characters as they need development.

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Awaken, beast //sorry I am asking so much. Also I'm getting ideas oh mod

(asking what? this is great. I’m gonna make people shit their pants.)

Atren whistled as she walked down the stairs to her basement.At the bottom of the stone stairs she stopped and smiled surveying the place. Simple stone floor, window in the top corner, a desk for some artsy stuff or repairs, and a bookshelf. She went over to the book shelf and giving a huge push shoved it out of the way. Behind it was a wall, it had a button. A big red button. Atren had a weakness for them. She pushed it and a click echoed through the basement. Nothing else changed. Atren knew better. She pushed on the wall and the stone screeched on the floor. The wall turned. There was no sliding mechanism, no secret, nothing. The wall was a wall that was just not plastered to the rest of the building.  She pushed through and once inside pushed it back. She then lifted up a very large and heavy piece of the floor  and pressed another red button. Bars shot out of the ground and covered the wall she had just entered through, two sheets of metal slide across the wall as well leaving no cracks. Not even a vampire could get through that. The bars and metal were silver and iron.  She grinned and only then turned around to survey the hidden room.

Or passageway as it were. The right side was lined with cells, well lit and well furnished. And well stocked. Each had a person, or being inside. They all stopped talking when she entered, stopped moving. Except one. He yelled and screamed for her to let him out. The others shook their heads. He was new. They would only get out when, if, she let them. 

Atren snarled and walked up to the door where the man was. 

"I am not here for you now. Quiet. " She looked at him with red eyes and he found himself unable to speak. She had had his blood, she could control him. She was about to walk out the door at the other end when she snapped her fingers and turned around. She went to another cell and opened it, smiling sweetly at the girl within.  

"Elsa. It’s the 25 of July. One year since you got here. True to my words, I’m letting you go." The girl looked up. He face was horribly disfigured, clawed and mauled completely on one side. The other side was perfect, she had been a beauty before. Now she had to live knowing she would never be again. Her face was beyond repair. "I’ll let you out as soon as I’m done with my other things down here ok. And if I ever find you siphoning the energy from someone in my territory again, I will kill you." Atren sneered. "And just to prolong your beauty." She tsked and closed the door and opened the one next to it. The man inside cowered.

"John, it’s the 25th of July, 2014, 70 years since you attempted to rob me, beat me, and rape me. You’re sentence has been served." 

The man looked up in disbelief. He was young. Too young to have been here fifty years.

"You’re letting me go?"

Atren smiled. “I never said that.” The man looked at her in terror. Atren drew out a potion and slammed the bottle into his mouth forcing him to swallow. He screamed, but nothing seemed to be happening. Then he started aging.  He had been 40 when he came, 70 years had passed and he remained young. And suddenly, he was 110. 

Atren had given him a longevity potion, for each 50 years, ….he aged one. And she had just stuffed the antidote down his throat. 

His skin shriveled and sagged from his body, his eyes grew cataracts, and his limbs became stiff. Atren stared expressionless as his heart gave out. She threw the bottle on the floor and left the room. She’d pick up dinner later. 

This wasn’t what she was here for though. She passed once again down the row of cells and too the door. She opened it and on the other side was an ornate room, comfortable and furnished in every way, if made of stone, pitch black, and cold. 

Just the way Samuel liked it. He sat in his char reading in the dark and waved at her uncaringly as she passed by. Atren rolled her eyes as she passed his coffin. It was near smothered in gold. She opened another door in the room and once again headed down. Everything was black. There was no light. There didn’t need to be. She could see fine…and so could her target.  

Her once friend sat in a chair  chained down with silver. His skin smoked. 

"Little hunter. How are you today?" Atren went to a table and picked up a knife and looked at it.

"C-could be betah."

"Of course you could, you haven’t eaten in days." The king blanched and tried to scoot farther back in his seat. 

"It’th ok. Really. I’m not- not hungry." 

Atren picked up the table and brought it over to him. It was laid out with fine silver wear and eating apparatus. The once jolly little king tried to back away but the chair was bolted to the ground.  ”You’re being rude.”

"…THCREW YOU."

"I’m married." Atren’s face was expressionless as she polished the silver, she wore gloves of course, never too careful. She touched the fork to her friend’s hand, he screamed as his flesh burned. 

The chains were only 10% silver, and 90% iron, the silver wear was just that, silver. Pure silver. The smoke rising from his skin continuously was nothing compared to that. She put the fork down in it’s allotted spot and walked away.

"Pl..pleathe. No." She ignore him and opened another door and closed it behind her.

"Sorry dear, it’s that time again."

A young voice cried out.

"No! Please! It’s….Ok." 

"Good girl, it’ll be over soon and then you can go back to your video game." 

A sobbing sound came from the other room, followed by a large crack and silence. Atren came out holding a covered tray and closed the door behind her. Still silence. She put the tray down in front of her victim, expressionless still and went to raise the lid. 

"N-no! No! PLEATHE!" The once king strained his neck away with all his might, a crack was heard. He had broken his neck. Atren tutted and put it back into place, he didn’t move…She lifted the lid to the plate.

The king blinked as his neck healed and the first thing he saw, was his own daughter’s heart and head, on a plate. 

"Noooooo! No! Pleathe! No!" Atren ignored him and sat down in a chair, head in her hand, and looked at him.

"Eat."

The sobbing started in the room again.  The potion had helped regenerated her missing parts quickly. 

The king screamed and screamed, tugging at his bonds. Suddenly he went still, completely unmoving. 

Atren stood and unlocked his chains before sitting down again. She repeated the command.

"Eat."

The king shuddered back to life and sobbed as he grabbed the fork and knife.

"No. Pleathe." Atren ignored him, eyes flashing red as she told him what to do. 

After all, he had drunk her blood. Well, she’d forced her leaking jugular down his throat as she turned him. A fledgling has to do what their parent tell  them after all. She sat motionless and watched him eat. His tears fell to the floor and in the near silence they sounded like drums. 

She still didn’t move. 

The clinked of silver wear and the smell of shared flesh as his hand burned joined the quiet sobs in the other room. 

She didn’t move. 

The king choked on his meal, trying to throw it up, and failed. He stopped for a second, fork in mouth, and looked at his captor.

"Why?"

For the first time since entering that room she showed emotion. Her face contorted and bones moved as teeth and jaw rearranged themselves. Her face was a monstrous epitome of anger.

"WHY? YOU KNOW WHY! YOU ATE MY DAUGHTER LITTLE HUNTER! SHE WAS MORTAL! SHE CAN’T COME BACK! There is no blood ritual or spell that can help her now that you’ve completely rid the world of her! SHE IS GONE." She took a breathe and sat down. "Keep eating."

The fork finished its journey to his mouth and started it’s trip again. Minutes passed as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, ate his meal.

"You know…Sara was supposed to be the first person I turned. And now you’re sitting here, immortal, powerful, undying. Ironic isn’t it?"

The king just sobbed.

Finally there was no more flesh on the plate, just blood.

"Lick it."

"Wh- what?" This was new. 

"Lick your plate clean." The plate shuddered as it was lifted to his face, so did the king. His fangs came out as he licked up the meal and his own tears.

While he was doing that Atren came and locked him back up. Taking the plate when he was done and tying the chains around his arms. 

She was expressionless again.

She was expressionless as she cleaned up. And expressionless as she check on Vanellope in the next room. 

She was expressionless as she opened the door to leave.

"How long?"

She stopped.

"What?"

"How long now until your satithfied?" 

She turned and looked at her once friend. 

"Maybe 100 or so years."

The king brightened up, that was short to an immortal.

"Most likely never." Atren slammed the door as the king cried out in pain and sorrow.

She walked up the stairs.

Through her friend’s room.

Up more stairs.

And back to the cell where her dinner lay. She picked up the man and slung him over her shoulder before opening the door next to his.

"Alright Elsa. Let’s get you out there."

She opened the cage and then went to the heavy silver and iron plated wall.

She sighed. And shook her head. Expression was back on her face. She smiled.

"Why-why are you smiling?" Elsa whispered and shivered. She knew by now it wasn’t good when Atren smiled.

"Oh, just heard a sound that I am fond of."

She slammed her foot down on the hidden button in the ground, cracking the stone in the process. She’d fix it later. She pushed the wall open and as soon as there was enough space Elsa ran past her and out of the basement. 

She wouldn’t tell anyone. She couldn’t. All her victims had been drunk from, and a simple command like that…could last a lifetime. Atren closed the wall and shifted the meat sack on her shoulder. The screaming stone silent she stopped and listened to the silent room, and smiled.

Deep in the basement, the king cried.