Alice slowly regained her senses, finding herself lying atop a soft, cushiony mattress. Her eyes flicked around the room in a frantic search for answers. Where was she now? It seemed she was always waking up to unfamiliar surroundings. A dull ache throbbed in her head—the aftermath of being struck by her father. Her memory was foggy, but she clearly recalled the pained expression on Adrien’s face as her father tried to end them both.
She tried to stand, but her body refused to respond. Panic flared as she realized something was wrong. Her breath quickened, and she twisted helplessly in the bed. Moments later, Adrien burst into the room, his eyes locking onto hers as he gripped her shoulders and gave a firm shake. “Calm down,” he said, his voice stern but edged with concern.
“My legs… I can’t feel my legs,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked to him for an explanation.
Adrien’s expression hardened as he turned and stormed out, leaving her in a suffocating silence. Why couldn’t she feel her legs?
Outside, two men dressed in pristine white robes followed closely behind Adrien as he descended the stairs. They were inside a remote yet modest inn with polished wooden interiors. As the men struggled to keep pace, one of them spoke cautiously. “We’re fortunate she’s alive, but as we warned you, she may never walk again.”
“That’s not an answer I’m willing to accept!” Adrien snapped, seizing the man’s robe and pulling him close, fury radiating from him. The other doctor quickly intervened, attempting to defuse the situation. “Please, we’ve done all we can. Release him.”
Adrien’s grip loosened, “We’re deeply sorry,” the doctor said, genuine regret lacing his words.
“I don’t need your apologies,” Adrien replied coldly, his eyes narrowing.
He glanced to the top of the stairs where Alice's room was, uncertainty gnawing at him. For reasons he couldn’t fully understand, he had grown attached to her, protective even, driven by a possessive desire to keep her close. “Doctor… is there truly no other way to help her?”
“Our knowledge of elvish anatomy remains limited. If you want the best care, you must take her to the elven capital.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—it was that he couldn’t. Going to the elven capital would mean certain death for him. He stood in brooding silence, angered by his inability to act. “Leave me,” he finally ordered, dismissing the doctors.
The doctors left Adrien standing alone in the hallway, his gaze fixed on Alice’s door. She was alone in that room—scared, helpless. Inside, she fought desperately against her own body, pouring every ounce of her willpower into a futile attempt to make her legs respond. But they wouldn’t.
The doctors had said it was the trauma, that the magical energies that had damaged her spinal cord. Adrien hadn’t fully grasped the technical jargon, but he understood enough to know it was serious—likely permanent.
He climbed the stairs, dreading what he had to tell her. As his hand reached for the door, he heard a dull thud, as if something had hit the floor. His heart clenched. Pushing the door open, he saw Alice crumpled on the ground, her hair a tangled mess, hanging over her tear-streaked face. She was crying, clutching onto the desperate hope that maybe—just maybe—her legs would start working again, even though deep down, she knew the truth.
Adrien stood frozen in the doorway as he watched her struggle. Then, with a choked sob, she began pounding her fists against her legs. “Move… move… move… move… move… please… moveee!”
Adrien rushed to her side, gently grabbing her hand. She flinched, startled, unaware he had even entered the room. When her eyes met his, they were filled with despair. “Adrien… I can’t feel them. Why can’t I feel them?”
His jaw tightened as he suppressed the surge of frustration and helplessness building inside him. “You’re lucky to be alive,” he said as he gritted his teeth.
“Lucky… to be alive…” she repeated, her voice hollow, as if the words were foreign to her. Alice’s gaze returned to her legs, her expression empty and drained. “Please… just kill me…”
“What… are you saying?”
Tears blurred her vision as she stared down at her broken, unmoving legs. “I’m no use to you like this. I… I want to die…”
For three days, Adrien hadn’t taken a drop of blood from her. He had spent every hour checking on her, impatiently waiting for her to wake up. But now that she was awake, all he was met with was her pleas to end it. He felt something gnawing at him—an emotion he rarely experienced. Was it guilt? His pride? He wasn’t sure, but the look in her eyes was filled with true despair and anguish.
Adrien gently lifted her from the cold floor, his movements slow and deliberate, as if handling something fragile. He brushed her tangled hair away from her face, revealing her tear-streaked cheeks. She didn’t say a word; the tears had long since dried, leaving only a lingering emptiness in her eyes. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, searching for answers in the silence. He carefully placed her back onto the bed, but her gaze never left him—pleading silently, yearning for death.
Adrien cradled her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly tender. And then, without warning, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss. The world seemed to pause—her breath hitched, her eyes wide, "What... are you doing..." she asked, unable to comprehend what he just did.
"You cant die. I wont allow it."
Alice was desperate. "Why?! You were ready to kill me in the forest! Why are you torturing me like this? Please!"
Adrien’s hand gently caressed her neck. "I won’t let you..."
“Why… I don’t understand this… I don’t understand any of this!” Her voice trembled as she mumbled to herself, her thoughts racing. “If this is about our deal—I don't understand!” Her frustration boiled over, her voice cracking as she yelled, “Why did you kiss me?!”
Adrien’s hand faltered as he pulled back. He didn’t fully understand it himself. He had no answer for her—at least, not one that would make any sense. “I’ll take you back to the forest and—”
“I don’t want to go back!” she cried out, her voice filled with fear. “I’ll… I’ll scream… I’ll tell everyone here who you really are if you don’t kill me!”
Adrien stared at her, unconvinced by her threat. “You don’t believe me? I’ll do it.”
She opened her mouth to scream, but Adrien’s hand clamped over it instantly, silencing her. He pushed her back against the wall, pressing firmly on her neck as her eyes filled with terror. Leaning in close, his voice dropped to a near-whisper. “I won’t let you die, damn it! I’ll take you somewhere safe, away from prying eyes.”
He released her, and she gasped for breath. “I don’t want to be your prisoner,” she said with a shaky voice.
“You don’t have a choice.”
“Then I’ll kill myself.”
“Then I’ll make sure you can’t.”
“I’ll starve myself.”
“Then I’ll force food down your throat.”
“But why?! Why, why, why?!”
“Because I lo—” He stopped, catching himself. The words stuck in his throat. What was he even saying? He couldn’t believe it himself. But it was true—he had fallen for her. And those unspoken words hit her like a wave, sinking in slowly. A demon had fallen in love with an elf—natural enemies, born to despise each other.
She blamed him for everything: her paralysis, her misery. Had he never entered her life, she wouldn’t have suffered this much. But even in the midst of her resentment, something else stirred within her—a feeling she couldn’t quite name. Her words failed her, and the silence spoke volumes. Adrien knew she understood—she felt something too. If she didn’t, she would have fought back, argued, resisted. But she didn’t.
Long ago, nestled deep in the mountains of Kaldabrad, a castle was built—a towering fortress constructed by humans as a tribute to us. Though it now lies in ruin, I believe it could serve as our hideout."
“I… Even if you love me,” Alice said, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back tears, “I’m no use to you.”
“There may yet be a way to save you, Alice,” Adrien replied. “The fortress of Kaldabrad holds secrets unknown to both humans and elves. Hidden within a secret vault, one of my kind is said to have stored ancient demonic medicine…”
“Demonic medicine?” she spoke beneath her breath; her attention captured.
“Yes. It may sound absurd—for beings of destruction to harbor healing powers—but it’s true. If the medicine is still intact, it might restore life to your legs.”
The thought of walking again sparked a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “If you choose this path, you’ll never be able to return to your family. You’ll be exiled from the elven kingdoms. Accepting demonic medicine will make you a pariah among your own kind.”
“They already despise me, and if they don’t now, they will soon,” she said.
“If you accept, you’ll stay with me—for the rest of your life. Is that something you’re willing to live with?”
“You’re awfully greedy,” she said, casting a sideways glance at him. “But… I suppose I have no choice now, do I?”
He chuckled, “No, you don’t.”
Alice’s gaze drifted to the window, where the clouds hovered over the jagged peaks. The treacherous mountains of Kaldabrad—deemed inhospitable by many—held a reputation for danger. It was said that in recent years, a band of undead had claimed the castle as their home, though they rarely troubled anyone. “If we’re going there, you should know the fortress is swarming with undead.”
“Undead? In Kaldabrad?” Adrien’s interest was piqued.
“A powerful necromancer has taken control, or so I’ve heard.”
Adrien’s eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement. “Is that so? Then we have even more reason to go…”
Adrien seemed almost eager at the prospect. “We should head out while it’s still daylight,” he said. “There are wagons waiting for us outside.”
“Wagons?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Yes, we’re in the human city of Norishmer. Fortunately, I’ve found people willing to support my cause.”
She blinked, processing this new information. So he had already gathered a following… How long had she been unconscious? Her mind raced as she subtly checked her neck for any new scars, but found none. Had he really refrained from drinking her blood? Adrien, noticing her unease, offered a faint smirk. “If you’re worried I’ve done something to you… don’t be. I haven’t.”
“Oh…” She wasn’t sure what else to say. “Is that so…”
“It is,” he affirmed, moving toward the window. “Are you ready to leave? The sooner, the better.”
“Why not just fly there?”
Adrien paused at her question, turning back to face her. The truth was, he was far from well. He had drained his own magic protecting her and was dangerously close to losing control. Her every breath, the rhythm of her heartbeat, the intoxicating scent of her blood—it gnawed at his restraint. But he didn’t want her to see that struggle.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked over and lifted her gently into his arms. “You ask too many questions… just trust me.”
Her gaze softened, uncertainty and curiosity swirling within her as she studied him. Adrien carried her down the stairs, where the waiting doctors rushed forward in concern. “What are you doing, my lord?” one of them asked.
Alice glanced at them, confusion in her eyes. “I’m taking her,” Adrien replied curtly.
“My lord, please reconsider,” the doctors pleaded. “You need time to regain your strength. Why risk yourself for an elven girl?”
“It’s none of your concern!” Adrien snapped, his tone cutting as he marched toward the exit.
My lord? she thought, surprised at how the doctors addressed him.
“Please listen to reason,” they insisted. “The roads are treacherous, and the elven forces are actively searching for you.”
“We’re not going to the elven kingdom,” Adrien said flatly as he stepped outside. “Have any forces loyal to me gather at Kaldabrad.”
“Kaldabrad, my lord? The ruined fortress?”
“The same,” he confirmed as they approached a wagon drawn by two horses. “Open the door,” he ordered one of the doctors.
The doctor quickly complied, and Adrien carefully placed Alice onto the wooden seat inside. She shifted unsteadily, her lower body still numb. “My lord,” one of the doctors ventured, “the bandits in the surrounding forests could prove useful allies. If possible, bring them to your cause.”
“I’ll consider it. Now, go—and speak of this to no one.”
“Yes, my lord,” they said in unison, bowing low.
An elderly man was seated at the front of the wagon, readying the horses. “Set our course for Kaldabrad,” Adrien commanded as he climbed inside.
Once seated before Alice, the wagon lurched into motion. The two sat in silence for a moment, each staring out the window, to the inn they were leaving behind. Finally, Alice broke the quiet. “My lord?” she asked playfully, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
“Please, stop."
“Why? You started it!” she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine. If it pleases you, my lady, I’ll indulge you.”
She couldn’t help but scoff, half-amused. If she had a pillow within reach, she would have thrown it at him. “I’m honestly surprised there are humans willing to follow you.”
“What’s so surprising about it? Those in power must have followers.”
“But I thought your plan was to hide out in Kaldabrad. Telling them where we’re headed might ruin that, don’t you think?”
“Kaldabrad is in ruins,” Adrien said with a glint of ambition in his eyes. “I intend to restore it.”
“Restore it? That land is cursed.”
“Maybe so,” Adrien said, “but Kaldabrad was once the mightiest fortress of them all. Its towering walls and massive bastions could withstand any siege.”
“Still…” Alice’s voice trailed off, uncertainty lingering in her tone.
“I wouldn’t subject you to mere survival,” he continued, his gaze softening. “I plan to restore the castle—to make it a place where we can truly live.”
She blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Oh…”
As the wagon left the city behind and ventured deeper into the woods, Alice noticed Adrien’s struggle becoming more apparent. His skin had grown deathly pale, and he seemed to be barely holding himself together. It was clear he needed blood, but he refused to ask for it. If he just asked, she thought, this would be easier for both of us. But he didn’t, and she didn’t know how to offer.
Still, this moment—when he was weakened—might have been the best chance to get some answers. If she pushed him now, maybe he’d be more truthful, more vulnerable. She took a breath and broke the silence. “Hey, uh, Adrien… You knew my father, didn’t you?”
He rubbed his brow, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Why does that matter? Yes, I knew him.”
“Then… is it true, what he said? That you killed my grandfather?”
His gaze darkened as he looked at her, clearly displeased by the question. “Where is this coming from?”
“Is it true?”
“It is,” he admitted without hesitation. “Your father was there the day I killed his father, his uncle, his cousins, and nephews. I wiped out a large part of your family line. Does that scare you?”
Alice felt her throat tighten, her heart sinking at his words. “It does... But then... Why didn’t you kill him too?” she asked, genuinely curious despite the horror she felt.
“Because he was the only one who ran.” Adrien replied, leaning back against the wooden frame to ease himself.
She went silent, her mind reeling. Her father—a man she had always thought of as strong, unwavering in the face of evil—had fled from a fight. Maybe that was why he was so driven, so harsh—because deep down, he was ashamed of himself. But that didn’t excuse the way he had treated her.
Adrien stared down at the wooden floor, his expression distant and strained. Seeing him like this—so vulnerable—unnerved Alice. He had saved her life, even if it was his actions that had placed her in danger in the first place. Despite everything, she couldn’t deny that she still harbored feelings toward him, confusing as they were.
She absentmindedly raised a hand to her neck, brushing her fingertips over her skin. Adrien’s gaze followed the movement, but he remained silent. After a brief hesitation, she steeled herself and shifted closer, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “If you’re struggling because you’ve been abstaining… if you’re weak because you haven’t fed in a while, then please—use me.”
Adrien’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, the internal battle to restrain himself clear in his gaze. “You would offer yourself… willingly?”
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. “You gave me hope when I was ready to give up. It’s the least I can do for you.”
He stood up and moved to sit beside her. Gently, he lifted her and settled her onto his lap facing him. “Wait… what are you doing?” she asked, her voice and eyes trembling as she looked down at him. His hands were firm but careful as they brought her neck closer, brushing her hair to the side to make room.
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. Her heart pounded as his lips brushed her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Then, with a swift movement, his fangs sank into her flesh. The sharp pain was brief, replaced by a strange mixture of warmth and numbness as he drank. Alice looked to the floor as he continued, not screaming, trying her best to stay conscious.
Adrien’s fangs sank into her neck, and Alice gasped, feeling the sharp sting as he began to drink. Her body tensed, but after a few moments, the pain dulled into an odd warmth, almost soothing. She felt his grip on her tighten as he drew more deeply, the hunger within him evident. But then, something shifted.
Adrien’s breaths grew ragged, and his hands began to tremble against her skin. He could feel the rush of power, the intoxicating pull of her blood, but with it came the overwhelming realization of what he was doing—to her. With a sudden jolt, he let go of her neck and consequently, pulled out his sharp fangs from her neck. Blood still stained his lips as he looked at her, struggling to steady himself. Alice winced as she touched the bite marks on her neck, but her gaze remained fixed on him. “Adrien…?”
She was still seated on his lap, close enough to feel the tension in his body. Her own emotions were swirling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She watched as his chest kept rising and falling rapidly, and more than that—though numb, she couldn’t ignore the subtle pressure pressing against her leg. Her heart pounded as her mind raced to piece it all together. There was something unspoken that neither dared to fully acknowledge.
Adrien lifted her and gently placed her across from him, as if distancing her was the only way he could keep his self-control intact. The sudden separation made Alice’s heart race, a shiver of fear running through her as she wondered what might have happened if he hadn’t stopped himself. She swallowed, her pulse hammering in her chest.
“Thank you…” she murmured, her voice soft and uncertain as she bit her lip. She could sense just how close to the edge he had been—how much he had fought against his own desires. Despite the fear swirling inside her, there was an unexpected comfort in knowing that he had stopped.
Adrien didn’t respond to her, but she could see that the color had returned to his face. He had definitely indulged in her blood, but not enough to weaken her to the point of fainting. He kept his gaze fixed out the window as the wagon rolled deeper into the dense woods.
She studied him at the corner of her eye, noticing that it had not yet gone away. If he had gone further—if he had truly given in—she knew she could never have forgiven him. But the restraint he’d shown, however tenuous, was what kept the fragile trust between them intact. Though it did spark a question. If he had asked, would she have allowed him?
She pushed the thought away, but remained uncertain about how to respond. Instead, she decided to ease his tension in any way she could. "Here I was thinking... you weren’t interested in me like that... after what you told me by the river..."
His eyes sharpened. "Can you not..."
She glanced out the window again. She couldn't help herself from teasing him, but given the situation, it probably wasn’t the best idea. She turned back to him, noticing that he seemed rather bored. "Can’t we just fly there?"
"You're in a rush?"
"I mean, I let you feed... Why aren't we... you know, flying?"
"We could," he said. "But there's still that unresolved bandit problem."
"You really think they’d attack us?"
"These forests are their home. I’d be surprised if they didn’t."
"If you ask me, a band of renegades and thieves are no allies. They’d leave you for the promise of more wealth. None with those traits can be trusted."
"And what about me then?" He leaned in, amusement coloring his tone. "I’m a demon. You trust me, right?"
Her heart raced at his words. It was true—she was beginning to trust him—but what a terrible comparison. To her, he was different. They had been together for a while now, and he had proven himself more than once. "Can’t you see the two are nothing alike?"
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"They’re the same in my eyes. If a bandit doesn’t deserve a chance, then why should I?"
"You really know how to get under my skin," she muttered.
"That’s what I love about you."
He wasn’t even hiding it anymore. Each time he said it, it came more naturally to him, and each time it left for a lack of words.
Why does he always do this? Alice thought, her mind racing as she stared out the window, trying to avoid his gaze. He knows exactly what he's doing—pushing my buttons, testing me like this. Does he really think he can just toy with my emotions? Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt. But it’s not like I can just ignore him, can I? Not after everything we've been through together. He’s right there, always catching me off guard, always knowing how to get under my skin.
A demon, asking if I trust him… She almost laughed at the absurdity. I must be out of my mind. But beneath the frustration, something warmer stirred. It’s not that simple, is it? She sighed, her breath unsteady. There’s something different about him. He’s dangerous, no doubt, but not in the same way those bandits are. They’re just mindless thugs, driven by greed and desperation. But him… She risked another glance at him, his sharp red eyes catching her despite how careful she was. He’s more than just a monster.
She let her gaze travel over him. His long, pitch-black hair, dark as the void itself, cascaded down like shadows draped around him, as if they were guarding him from the world. The massively dark cloak he wore only heightened his intimidating presence, making him all the more imposing.
His face was almost too perfect, as if carved from stone—sharp, defined, and strikingly handsome. Her thoughts drifted, irresistibly drawn to the way his broad shoulders filled out his cloak, the fabric draping elegantly over his lean, muscular frame. The way his body moved within it—graceful yet powerful—only emphasized the strength hidden beneath the flowing darkness. Every time he was close, she couldn’t help but notice how… Her breath caught as she searched for the right word. Alluring he was. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating, making it impossible to look away.
Do I love him? The thought was terrifying, exhilarating, and undeniable. It's strange but... Maybe I do…
The wagon came to a stop. It appears that a group of armed bandits had them surrounded and the man who drove the carriage had been taken by the bandits. "Stay here." Adrien said.
Once outside, Adrien stood on the steps of the wagon. Alice watched as the bandits closed in around him, unaware of who or how powerful he was.
Enemy Info: Bandit Archer Enemy Info: Bandit Axemen Enemy Info: Bandit Magi Enemy Info: Bandit Thief
Level: 12
Enemy Count: 13
level: 10
Enemy Count: 12
level: 17
Enemy Count: 2
Level: 13
Enemy Count: 8
Race: Human
Class: Archer
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Melee
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Alignment: Neutral
Stats
Strength: 4
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 0
Charisma: 4
Mana: 0
Health: 400/400
Stats
Strength: 12
Agility: 4
Intelligence: 0
Charisma: 4
Mana: 0
Health: 1200/1200
Stats
Strength: 3
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 12
Charisma: 1
Mana: 600/600
Health: 300/300
Stats
Strength: 4
Agility: 18
Intelligence: 0
Charisma: 4
Mana: 0
Health: 400/400
Skills: Ambush!
Skills: Ambush!
Skills: Ambush! Scan, Chain Lightning, Fireball, Ice Lance, Arcane Bolt
Skills: Ambush!
A sizable group had gathered, a band of rogues prepared to confront what they believed to be an armed escort. But this was no mere escort; this was a wagon carrying the most powerful being Alice had ever known.
Two mages stood at the rear of the group, their low murmurs ringing in the air. They were undoubtedly the strongest among the rogues, but outside of their cunning, their abilities seemed lacking. Each rogue was clad in the same worn fabrics, yet their weapons varied—axes, knives, bows. The mages gripped staves, despite the common disdain for such tools of magic. "I wish to speak to your leader. Bring him to me," Adrien commanded, his posture exuding a sense of authority as he stood atop the wagon steps.
An axeman hurled his weapon at Adrien, missing by a hair's breadth. "Who the hell do you think you are!?"
Adrien's expression remained unphased, his presence radiating a menacing energy that only the mages could sense. They instinctively moved to the front, feeling the oppressive darkness emanating from him, a malignant force that Alice could almost see. "Stop." One of the mages spoke, his voice trembling as he addressed the group. "This creature before us is no ordinary foe. If we fight him, we will all perish!"
The axeman sneered. "Oh yeah? Spoken like a cowardly mage! Let’s take him down!"
Before the axeman could move, Adrien’s magic seized him, lifting him into the air. He struggled futilely, and Alice expected a swift death. But to her surprise, Adrien slammed him into the ground instead, leaving him alive but broken. "You're a pathetic worm," Adrien snarled, his eyes sweeping over the others. "Who else dares to challenge me?"
Adrien descended from the wagon, his cloak trailing behind him like a shadow. A bandit with a dagger attempted to ambush him, but he crumpled to the ground before reaching Adrien. Alice gasped as she watched his life get snuffed out in an instant. "What happened?" The bandits questioned.
No one knew, but the message was clear. Adrien repeated his demand, his tone ice-cold. "I wish to speak with your leader."
The mages hesitated, their fear mirrored in Alice’s heart. She almost pitied them, but she knew if this continued, Adrien would slaughter them all. That was just the harsh reality of who he was. She had to act, to stop him—but her legs refused to move. "Damn these legs… Fine, if you won’t move then I'll—" Alice deliberately collapsed onto the floor of the wagon, hoping to draw his attention. Adrien, however, remained focused on the bandits before him. She dragged herself forward with all her remaining strength, desperate to save their lives.
"We cannot bring our leader to you," the bandit mage finally said, his voice faltering. "But we can take you to him."
"No... That won't do at all. I have no time for any of this... If he is not here with you now, then—" Adrien declared. "Then from now on, you will be the leader of this entourage."
He talked as if he were in utter control although they had him completely surrounded. The mage who was the most vocal, was also the stronger of the two. He could see the darkness surrounding Adrien, almost as if an evil spirit seeking to consume all in its path. He was terrified but remained firm. Each time he attempted to scan him, his spell utterly failed, which only proved how formidable he was. "You want me to be their leader...?"
"Yes. I have no patience for dealing with your kind. Kneel before me, all of you, and pledge eternal allegiance. Do so, and I may spare your lives. You've already witnessed what I can do. Follow your instincts and choose wisely."
It was clear no one liked him, but their fear outweighed their hatred. The mage knew this, but he also knew fighting him would mean certain death. He looked to his friend, as the two contemplated in silence, there was only one answer.
"Perhaps this will motivate you."
Suddenly, every rogue, including the mages, collapsed to their knees, unable to stand. Adrien laughed, his voice echoing ominously in the forest, frightening all wildlife that lurked within. "I almost don’t even want you. Beg for your lives now, or I might just take them."
As Alice reached the edge of the wagon, her hands reached for Adrien, but her strength gave out, and she tumbled down the steps. The sound of her fall captured his attention, "What…?" Adrien said as he turned in surprise, his gaze falling on Alice, sprawled in the dirt.
Adrien’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Alice lying in the dirt. His commanding aura faltered for a moment, replaced by something akin to concern. The rogues, still kneeling and trembling before him, were momentarily forgotten. “Alice…” He knelt beside her, his dark cloak billowing in the wind like a shroud. “Is something the matter? Are you okay?”
Alice managed a weak smile. “I'm fine.”
Adrien’s expression darkened at her words, a flicker of something unspoken passing through his eyes. Without another word, he slid his arms under her and lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest. “You should have stayed inside the wagon... It appears we've kept our guests waiting long enough, I'll have to dispose of them quickly...”
“Adrien, please…” she whispered, “Don’t kill them.”
For a moment, it seemed as though he might ignore her plea. But then he sighed, a sound that seemed almost too human for someone like him. “Very well,” he said softly. “But only because you asked.”
He set her down gently on the steps of the wagon, ensuring she was steady before he turned back to the bandits. His gaze swept over them, “You’re fortunate. I was going to slaughter every last one of you. Thanks to her, you will no longer be facing that judgement. Instead, you will pledge your loyalties to the one who saved you.”
Willingly? She thought.
He looked back to her almost as if he heard her. "I will release you all from my hold. If you desire to continue the life of a bandit, to follow a master who uses you merely for gold, then go ahead and leave. But if you seek to serve a master who cares for you, who will grant you a purpose higher than being pawns, then by all means, stay."
The pressure that had kept the rogues on their knees dissipated as Adrien released his magical grip. They remained still, caught in the crossroads of their choices, uncertain of what to do next. Adrien looked over them, his expression unreadable, before turning his gaze toward Alice. The bandits, sensing the shift in his attention, followed his eyes to the young elven girl who pleaded for them. It was clear what he wanted her to do, but could she do it? To be the leader of a band of outcasts?
She knew Adrien's power, his ability to command and intimidate, but now it was her turn to lead in a different way.
"Listen to me," Alice began, "Adrien has given you a choice, and I offer you the same. If you choose to stay, you will not serve as bandits or mercenaries driven by greed. Instead, you will serve a higher purpose, one that brings meaning to your lives. I will lead you, not as a tyrant, but as someone who cares for your well-being. You will be part of something greater, something that strives to create rather than destroy."
The rogues exchanged uncertain glances. Her words were so different from the life they had known, a life where survival and wealth were the only guiding principles. There was something in her tone, in the earnestness of her plea, that resonated with them. One rogue, an older man with a weathered face and two axes, spoke up. "And what would you have us do? What is this purpose you speak of?"
She had no answer. Her eyes faltered, moving to Adrien who was listening in intently. What did he want them for? He mentioned rebuilding Kaldabrad, perhaps the bandits could aid in it. "The fortress of Kaldabrad, once stood as a symbol of strength and power. Rebuilding it will require the strength, skill, and knowledge all of you possess... And in helping to rebuild this fortress, you’ll be part of something that will endure through the ages—a legacy that will outlast us all."
The bandits remained uneasy, the older man continuing to voice his concerns. "But we're no builders... With all due respect. We're thieves."
Alice's eyes lit up, catching Adrien by surprise. "That's exactly why you're perfect! I see the potential in each of you. The fact that you've survived this long proves your determination and pride. But it goes beyond that. You possess a keen understanding of how the markets work. You are masters of trade, skilled in maintaining discretion. We need both talents if we are to rebuild Kaldabrad. This is no simple task, and I will not force you into anything you're uncomfortable with. If your strength lies in transportation, that will be your role. If you're skilled in negotiations, then that will be your duty. I am not so foolish as to impose slave labor upon you. You will be compensated fairly, and I will ensure that those of you without homes will have a place to stay at Kaldabrad."
Seeing that the bandits were not yet fully satisfied, Alice knew that she needed to convince them in any form she could. "I've pleaded for your lives," she implored, her gaze sweeping over each of them, "Please, don't let my plea be in vain. I’ve seen what Adrien is capable of, and I know how easily he could have ended this differently. But he didn't—because I asked him not to. I wanted to give you a choice, a real chance. I believe you deserve that, and I’m willing to stand by you if you choose to stay."
Adrien's patience was visibly wearing thin, his expression hardening as Alice continued her plea. To him, these rogues were nothing but vermin, filth that deserved to be burned away. As he began to move, the bandits felt a chilling certainty—they were about to die.
Panic surged through them, and in an instant, they all came to the same desperate conclusion. Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees, this time willingly submitting, their earlier defiance utterly shattered. Some dared to steal quick, fearful glances at Adrien, his glowing red eyes searing into their souls and filling them with dread. Yet, as their gaze shifted to Alice, the fear slightly eased. Serving Adrien was a terrifying prospect, but serving someone like Alice—someone as beautiful and passionate as she was—seemed a far better alternative than facing certain death or what they already had. If they were to follow anyone, better her than him.
Ally Info: Bandit Archer Ally Info: Bandit Axemen Ally Info: Bandit Magi Ally Info: Bandit Thief
Level: 12
Ally Count: 13/13
Level: 10
Ally Count: 11/12
level: 17
Ally Count: 2/2
Level: 13
Ally Count: 7/8
Race: Human
Class: Archer
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Melee
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Alignment: Neutral
Stats
Strength: 4
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 0
Charisma: 4
Mana: 0
Health: 400/400
Stats
Strength: 12
Agility: 4
Intelligence: 0
Charisma: 4
Mana: 0
Health: 1200/1200
Stats
Strength: 3
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 12
Charisma: 1
Mana: 600/600
Health: 300/300
Stats
Strength: 4
Agility: 18
Intelligence: 0
Charisma: 4
Mana: 0
Health: 400/400
Skills: Ambush!
Skills: Ambush!
Skills: Ambush! Scan, Chain Lightning, Fireball, Ice Lance, Arcane Bolt
Skills: Ambush!
Status: Alice Ashenvale
Level: 12 + 1 --- > 13
Race: Elven
Class: Magic Caster
Alignment: Lawful Good +500
Stats
Strength: 10 + 2 --- > 12
Agility: 23 + 0 --- > 23
Intelligence: 60 + 2 --- > 62
Charisma: 14 + 4 --- > 18
Mana: 1203/8000 ---> 1203/8266
Health: 900/1000 --->900/1200
Skills: Scan, Create Ice, Ice Shards, Featherfall, Illuminate, Arcane Bolt, Ice Lance, Air Slash, Frost Nova, Frozen Tempest, Foresight
A soft, ethereal light shimmered around Alice as the bandits knelt before her, pledging their loyalty to her cause. She felt a surge of magic pulse through her veins, a newfound strength awakening within. Intrigued, she accessed her stats and discovered, to her delight, that she had leveled up. The realization brought a subtle smile to her lips. Her eyes darted to Adrien, who appeared to be pleased. In that fleeting moment, Alice saw Adrien in a new light. He was not as merciless as she had thought him to be. As much as she didn't want to admit it, a small part of her had fallen for him.
"Adrien?"
"I have to say, I'm quite surprised," Adrien suddenly began, his voice slicing through the tense silence. Alice, caught off guard by his unexpected words, glanced at him, as did the bandits. "Motivating a band of... scum such as this is truly an admirable achievement."
Alice's eyes narrowed, sensing the insult behind his remark. The bandits, too, were visibly displeased, their expressions darkening. "What are you trying to say?" she demanded, her voice steady but laced with caution.
There was a dangerous glint in Adrien's eyes, a fire that thirsted for destruction. The bandits shifted uneasily, their discomfort growing under his gaze. Several of the bandits who had just pledged their loyalty to Alice instinctively moved to protect her, stepping forward to form a barrier between her and Adrien.
"Don't get in my way," Adrien warned.
Though fear gripped them, the bandits stood their ground, trembling but resolute. Alice’s voice cut through the mounting tension. "It's okay. Please move aside."
Reluctantly, they parted, allowing Adrien to approach Alice directly. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low but firm. "Is this not what you wanted?"
Adrien let the silence linger, his eyes scanning the faces of the bandits as they stood ready to defend Alice. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He had provoked them on purpose, pushing their loyalty, wanting to see if they were worth keeping. "I wanted to see if you were truly loyal to her, or just eager for power and protection. If you’d abandon her at the first sign of trouble. But I was mistaken. You might have been scum once, but perhaps there’s something more to you now. Something... valuable."
Without warning, he reached out and gently lifted Alice from the steps, cradling her effortlessly in his arms. Adrien's massive wings erupted from his back, scaring all but Alice. She felt a rush of wind as his wings unfurled their sheer size and terrifying presence overwhelming the space around them. She looked up at Adrien, her breath catching in her throat. He spoke. "All of you who have pledged yourselves to Alice, please make your way to the fortress of Kaldabrad."
Above Adrien's hand, a magical scroll materialized, its edges flickering with an ominous glow. "Here is a map," he said, tossing the scroll to the ground. "It holds the directions to Kaldabrad. You are to arrive there within two days—Those of you who have pledged your loyalty to her, heed this warning: if you fail to answer her summons, I will ensure that everyone you know and love meets a fate so brutal, so unspeakable, that their suffering will echo through eternity."
The bandits murmured amongst themselves, exchanging anxious glances. Adrien turned his gaze down to Alice, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Want to fly?"
She had done all she could for them. The rest was now in their hands—it was up to them to keep their word, but Alice had no doubts. She believed in their loyalty, in the bond they had forged. Alice nodded, a determined glint in her eyes.
With a powerful beat of his massive, demon-like wings, Adrien launched them both into the sky. The wind rushing past them was exhilarating. Alice held on tight, her heart racing. Below, the bandits watched in awe as the two figures ascended, disappearing into the vast expanse of the dark skies above. As Alice and Adrien looked to each other while he flew, Alice wondered. Perhaps this was her trial, to see if she would come to their aid. Perhaps everything had went according to his vision. The thought scared her, but it was not far from impossible. Alice, still looking to Adrien spoke. "...Adrien?"
Adrien could hear her, but he chose to ignore it. "The... the bandit you slammed to the ground... Will he be okay?" Alice’s voice wavered with concern as they soared through the skies.
He kept his gaze fixed ahead, showing no sign of acknowledgment. As they flew farther into the distance, Alice, assuming her words had been lost to the wind, decided to let the matter rest, her questions swallowed by the vastness of the night sky.
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Meanwhile...
The bandits on the ground gathered around the axeman, a heavy silence settling over them. He appeared lifeless; But it wasn't just his death that sent a chill through them—it was the mark on his forehead. As if seared into his flesh by fire, the words of Adrien were etched into his skin: "I'll be waiting."