In The Shadow Of Glory - Part 5 by MingChee, literature
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In The Shadow Of Glory - Part 5
Ghirahim sank further back into his throne with his jaw resting against the inside of his palm. Beside him Sheik slumbered against his chest, bundled in his red mantel and cradled at the crook of his arm withhis free hand securing the human’s head pressed to his center. Rumbling against Sheik’s temple was the steady beatings of his heart—or so Ghirahim hoped it still was.
Since Stolas had those accursed shards injected into his body, the fallen king has noticed significant changes in his body and could no longer tell what the vibrating ripples within his chest were. Not that it mattered this point, with his renewed strength
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In The Shadow Of Glory - Part 3
A well dressed demon, babbling in their gibberish language, entered the cell. He spared Ghirahim no glance, moving right over to Sheik with a critical eye. Behind him a smaller demon hunched over a notepad scribbled hastily.
Ghirahim spoke every now and then in that same strange language, while Sheik was once again pinched and prodded. The demon paid particular attention to his thighs and backside, apparently finding the tougher flesh of his chest and arms displeasing. A lock of his hair was pulled out of his head for the demon to sniff at curiously, before he clicked his fingers behind him.
The smaller demon handed over a glittering knife,
In The Shadow Of Glory - Part 2 by MingChee, literature
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Sheik had become a convenient tool for telling time. Ghirahim had counted at least four occasions when the human had been dragged out of their cell for interrogation, leaving him alone without entertainment. Of course, Ghirahim did not truly mind this. The guards had been wonderfully neglectful of him and the demon was thoroughly enjoying the lack of attention.
Each of Sheik’s session seemed longer than the last, and although he could not see where they had taken his cellmate, he could still hear their activities. The demon lord would have his keen ears prick up at the echoing snaps of whip lashes. However among the savage taunts and ha
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How long has he been down here?
Weeks? Months? A year? He could no longer differentiate minutes from hours. Since his imprisonment such spans of time were piffling and of little use to the demon lord. Of course, there had been no real way of telling, given the lack of windows within his cell. There wasn't even a crack large enough to offer any indication of a sky being filled with stars or burning with the morning sun. All he had were the distant torches crackling beyond the iron frame of bars, its dim light casting wavering shadows against wet cobblestone.
Ugh, how drab.
Ghirahim’s waking hours were consistently dull, the surroundin
