The brutal death of each consort, helpless to do anything but watch.
SLOW DOWN THERE SATAn (why u do dis i’m gonna weep)
Luna was tied to a chair in a dark room, her fair face blackened and bruised. Whoever these people were, they wanted to make sure she was in pain before they killed her.
She was sat in front of a window, which showed her a room with another chair in it. The door in the other room opened suddenly, and she saw Itharius being carted in by a large, burly man with pale, pockmarked skin and red eyes.
"Itharius!" She called to him, struggling against her bonds. The green dragon’s blue eyes met hers, and he called back to her, only to be interrupted with a swift strike to the face.
Luna strained against the thick ropes that held her as they sat him down and continued to beat him bloody. She screamed his name, over and over again until it was just a mixed garble of what it once was, the tears streaming down her cheeks in constant, hot runnels. Itharius slumped in his chair, and was still.
The pale skinned man kicked the green dragon off of the chair to the floor, and sneered at the dragoness, before opening the door again. This time, it was Asha who was being forced into the chair. Luna noted that they had cracked off his antlers, as the man who shoved him in had a patch of bloody gauze over his eye.
They did the same with Asha as they did with Itharius, beating him brutally with iron knuckles until the druid crumpled and went still. Luna was screaming so loudly her throat hurt, and she gave herself burn marks where she was struggling to break free of the ropes around her wrists and ankles.
Finally, they brought in Lystrasz, who had a black eye and a large gash on his forehead. His eyes met Luna’s, and he looked to the two dead men on the floor.
He strained against the ropes that pinned his arms to his sides and his wrists to each other, but the men who shoved him into the chair headbutted him so hard he stumbled and almost fell.
Once again, they struck Lystrasz until he slouched in the chair and fell to the floor.
Lunastrasza was utterly broken. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. Her throat was raw from screaming, her wrists and ankles red and cracked from struggling.
She woke up, weeping. “Thank the Light…it was only a dream…a cruel…wicked dream…”