Darkous laughed, enjoying the absolute fear he felt radiating from the princess. Her violet eyes filling with silent tears as she watched her brothers fight for their lives, her small figure shaking. He had made the decision to take the girl back to hell before they had arrived, but he seemed to enjoy the idea more and more by the second.
The psychopathic lord would take her as a prisoner, rip her away from her family. Perhaps he would even keep her indefinitely, depending on how obedient the girl was.
"Now, now princess. Don't be afraid, you won't die just yet." He laughed, slowly forcing her into a corner.
The girl gasped when her back connected with the outer wall of the throne room, knowing full well that she was trapped.
Darkous peeked inside her head as he tauntingly drew closer, his smile pure evil. 'The poor puppy was screaming at her legs run, while praying for the courage to fight. How cute.' He chuckled to his inner demon, enjoying her terror.
"Really puppy, why all the fuss? This will only hurt for a second, besides you have nowhere to run." Darkous smiled, he was taunting her. Like a predator with its prey.
But of course he wouldn't kill her yet, no, for now he simply thought of her as an annoying twat that he wanted out of his way. He would take the princess back unconscious, though alive.
Wasting no more time on the girl Darkous removed his katana from its resting place, before smashing the handle viciously; yet precisely into her head. Shock radiating from the girl's face within seconds before she hit the ground, completely unconscious. Darkous laughed, now that was easy, he thought. Just like taking candy from a baby.
But now he could concentrate on the real target of this mission, his brother.
As though on cue Atlas approached Darkous furiously, his long sword drawn and ready to strike.
"Leave my daughter alone!" The king bellowed, his voice radiating anger and hatred.
'So basically just his every day run of the mill conversation voice.' The psychopathic lord inwardly chuckled.
"Oh come now brother, must you always spoil my fun." Darkous whined, his smile only growing with his brother fury.
Atlas remained silent, his anger slowly consuming his mind. Making his actions both rash and un-coordinated. Atlas lashed out at Darkous with his long sword, his attack sloppy.
Darkous laughed menacingly, as he blocked his brother's pathetic attempts at wounding him with his katana. Darkous skilfully blocked every attack Atlas threw at him with ease; his attention drifting back to the small girl slumped on the ground, unconscious.
Now why would Atlas' youngest brat have his power of telekinesis? Surely she would have gained one of the useless abilities his brother so loved, or maybe become a manipulator of water like her big headed brother...now what was that monkeys name again? Ah yes, Peter.
Darkous counted Atlas' next attack, catching his un-coordinated brother with an abrupt slice to the upper chest. Although not deep enough to cause serious harm, now that would be too easy. Plus a lot less enjoyable for Darkous.
Atlas stumbled back, shocked by the sudden pain that erupted through his body. Blood began to slither from the wound in Atlas' chest, distracting him momentarily.
This gave Darkous time to prepare for his signature baton attack, his favourite and most frequently used technique to render his opponent unconscious. Placing his katana carefully back into its holder, Darkous removed both of his batons from the inside of his black leather trench coat.
Once Atlas recovered from the shock of his chest wound and regained his concentration, Darkous' smile became monstrous, the fangs of the demon living inside of him now pressing into his bottom lip. The smell of fresh blood both strengthening and exciting Darkous as he made his move to attack.
Upon seeing the batons, Atlas braced himself for the attack; already anticipating Darkous' every move. Darkous laughed, launching the batons towards Atlas; missing his shoulders by just an inch. Knowing this was what his brother intended, Atlas made no move to dodge. Instead he readied himself for the next move.
"Ha! Missed me!" Atlas screamed, taunting his brother into believing him clueless.
Darkous chuckled, totally oblivious to Atlas' knowledge or his attack. Metallic red chains burst through Darkous' wrists making their way towards Atlas with ferocious speed, and yet still Atlas remained like stone.
The chains whizzed past Atlas' head, a slight graze the only indication of them making contact. Passing Atlas the now bloodied chains latched onto Darkous' batons, their grip as unrelenting as an alligators jaw.
Once the chains were latched onto the batons Darkous flung his arms backwards with precise skill. Darkous laughed manically as he rushed his brother the batons now firmly in his hands, he readied his aim; the batons at a deadly angle racing for Atlas' neck.
Atlas was prepared for this move and readied his counter attack. Once Darkous made the move to strike his brother; Atlas countered, landing a deafening blow on the bridge of Darkous' nose.
The blow sent Atlas' brother crashing to the ground with a wail of pain, his attack rendered useless as Atlas readied the syringe.
The psychopathic lord barely had a chance to move as his bastard brother crouched beside him, a strange clear liquid glinting under the artificial light of the throne room.
Darkous laid completely sill and the shock of Atlas' punch baffled him into a stone-like position on the ground, his mind clouding slightly.
The psychopathic lord glared up at his brother, his head throbbing from impact.
Atlas chuckled wickedly as he plunged the needle into Darkous' neck, taking no care in the damage that he caused.
As the syringe was emptied Atlas spoke to his brother in a voice reserved only for those about to meet their end. "Sleep well brother, I do hope you will enjoy your stay here."
Darkous barely had the strength to reply as his senses were hesitant and dulled by the peculiar liquid. Darkous lay motionless on the ground his mind losing consciousness as the dream like state took over his body. The sleeping remedy Atlas plunged into his neck taking its effect at an alarming rate.
'Well damn now that was unexpected, shit. That ass hole' the inner demon whined. Mortal bodies were so easy to render useless and now the demon was trapped, forced to wait out the effects of the sleeper agent.