The Demon Queen's Contract

Chapter 83: Kidnap

The dining hall erupted into chaos as more figures in dark cloaks poured in through the shattered windows. Seraphina and I were outnumbered, but I could see the determination in her eyes as she drew her sword. I reached for a nearby candlestick, the closest thing to a weapon I could find.

"Stay close to me," Seraphina whispered, her voice tense but steady. She raised her sword, ready to defend us against the oncoming attackers.

The first cloaked figure lunged at Seraphina, their blade glinting in the dim light. Seraphina parried the attack with a swift movement, the clash of metal ringing through the hall. She countered with a powerful strike, sending the attacker sprawling to the ground.

I swung the candlestick at another assailant, managing to land a hit on their shoulder. They staggered back, giving me just enough time to move closer to Seraphina. More attackers advanced, their faces obscured by their hoods.

"Elara, behind you!" Seraphina shouted.

I spun around just in time to block a blow aimed at my head. The force of the attack sent me stumbling, but I managed to regain my balance. Seraphina fought with fierce precision, each movement a testament to her skill and training. She was like a force of nature, but even she couldn't hold off so many attackers at once.

One of the cloaked figures slipped past Seraphina's defenses and lunged at me. I raised the candlestick in a desperate attempt to block the attack, but their blade sliced through the air with deadly accuracy. I felt a sharp pain as the blade grazed my arm, and I cried out in pain.

Seraphina's eyes blazed with fury as she fought her way towards me, cutting down anyone who stood in her path. She reached me just in time, her sword clashing with the attacker's blade. With a swift, decisive strike, she disarmed them and sent them crashing to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Seraphina asked, her voice filled with concern.

I nodded, clutching my wounded arm. "I'll be fine. We need to get out of here."

Seraphina nodded, her eyes scanning the room for an escape route. But more attackers flooded in, their sheer numbers overwhelming us. We fought side by side, trying to hold our ground, but it was clear that we were losing.

One of the cloaked figures, taller and more imposing than the others, stepped forward. They moved with an eerie grace, their eyes locked on Seraphina. "You can't protect her forever," they sneered, their voice dripping with malice.

Seraphina's grip on her sword tightened. "I will protect her with my life."

The tall figure laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine. "Then you'll die trying."

The figure lunged at Seraphina with blinding speed. Their blades clashed in a flurry of strikes and parries, the sound of metal against metal echoing through the hall. Seraphina fought valiantly, but the tall figure was relentless, their attacks growing more aggressive.

I tried to help, swinging the candlestick at any attacker who came near. But it was clear that we were outmatched. The tall figure's blade found its mark, striking Seraphina's side. She gasped in pain, her sword dropping from her hand as she fell to her knees.

"Seraphina!" I screamed, rushing to her side.

The tall figure's gaze shifted to me, their eyes gleaming with triumph. "It's over," they said, raising their blade.

But before they could strike, the doors of the dining hall burst open, and a group of castle guards rushed in, weapons drawn. They fought the cloaked figures with renewed vigor, driving them back.

For a moment, hope surged through me. But then, I felt a pair of strong arms grab me from behind. I struggled, but the grip was unyielding. The tall figure stepped closer, their eyes fixed on mine.

"You're coming with us," they said, their voice cold and final.

I struggled desperately, but it was no use. The tall figure lifted me off the ground, and despite my kicks and screams, they carried me towards the shattered window. The guards were still fighting, too preoccupied to notice my plight.

"Seraphina!" I cried out, my voice filled with fear and desperation.

Seraphina, weakened but not defeated, tried to reach me. But the attackers swarmed around her, holding her back. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of fury and helplessness.

"Elara, no!" she shouted, her voice breaking.

The tall figure leaped through the window, carrying me with them. The world blurred around me as we descended, my heart pounding in my chest. I caught one last glimpse of Seraphina, her face stricken with anguish, before everything went dark.

The attackers moved with swift efficiency, carrying me away from the castle and into the forest. I struggled against my captors, but their grip was like iron. Fear and panic surged through me as I realized I was being taken away from everything I knew and loved.

"Let me go!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the trees.

But the tall figure only tightened their hold on me. "You're ours now," they said, their voice filled with chilling certainty.

I fought with all my strength, but it was no use. The forest closed in around us, the castle fading into the distance. My mind raced with thoughts of Seraphina, of the life we had built together. And as the darkness enveloped me, I clung to the hope that somehow, someway, we would find a way to be together again.

The forest seemed endless as they carried me deeper into its shadowy depths. The tall figure and their accomplices moved with an eerie silence, their footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of the peril I was in.

As we moved further from the castle, the reality of my situation sank in. I had been taken from Seraphina, from the safety of our home, and thrown into an unknown fate. The thought of what might happen next sent shivers down my spine, but I knew I had to stay strong. Seraphina would find me, I had to believe that.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, trying to keep the fear from my voice.

The tall figure glanced down at me, their eyes cold and unfeeling. "You'll find out soon enough," they replied, offering no comfort or explanation.

We continued through the forest, the dense canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the sounds of the forest echoing around us. Despite the fear gripping my heart, I tried to take in my surroundings, looking for any landmarks or clues that might help me escape.

After what felt like hours, we emerged into a small clearing. In the center stood a stone structure, ancient and foreboding. Vines and moss clung to its weathered walls, and the entrance was framed by two twisted, gnarled trees. The sight of it filled me with dread.

The tall figure led the way into the structure, their accomplices close behind. The interior was dimly lit, the air heavy with the smell of damp stone and decay. We descended a narrow staircase, the walls closing in around us as we went deeper underground. My heart raced with each step, the uncertainty of my fate weighing heavily on my mind.

At the bottom of the staircase, we entered a large chamber. Torches lined the walls, casting flickering shadows across the room. In the center stood an ornate stone table, its surface etched with strange symbols. Surrounding it were several figures, their faces hidden beneath dark hoods.

The tall figure approached the table, setting me down roughly in front of it. "We have her," they announced, their voice echoing in the chamber.

One of the hooded figures stepped forward, their hands clasped in front of them. "Good," they said, their voice low and gravelly. "The ritual can begin."

Panic surged through me at their words. Ritual? What were they planning to do to me? I struggled against my restraints, but they held firm, leaving me feeling helpless and vulnerable.

The hooded figures began to chant, their voices rising and falling in a strange, hypnotic rhythm. The symbols on the stone table started to glow, a sickly green light emanating from them. The air grew thick with tension, the atmosphere oppressive and suffocating.

As the chanting reached a crescendo, the tall figure approached me once more. They reached out, their hand hovering above my forehead. I felt a strange energy radiating from them, a cold, unsettling sensation that made my skin crawl.

"Do not fear," they said, their voice strangely calm. "This is only the beginning."

Before I could react, a blinding light filled the chamber, and the world around me dissolved into chaos. I felt a strange, disorienting sensation, as if I were being pulled in multiple directions at once. The chanting grew louder, the voices blending into a cacophony of sound that reverberated through my very being.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The chamber was silent, the figures around me motionless. I blinked, trying to clear the spots from my vision, and found myself staring up at the ceiling of the stone structure.

The hooded figures were gone, the chamber empty save for me and the tall figure. They stood over me, their expression unreadable. "It is done," they said quietly, their voice filled with a strange mix of satisfaction and sadness.