Azgaroth's eyes fixed on Camille, and he smiled. "Yes, my lord. I see you have a new plaything. How...quaint."
"Ah, Azgaroth, you're as perceptive as ever," Leon said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Camille is indeed my plaything. And she will serve me well."
Camille felt a surge of fear as Azgaroth's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. She knew she was in grave danger, and she had to think fast if she was going to survive.
"Plaything?" Azgaroth repeated, his voice laced with malice. "How...delightful. I'm sure she will...entertain you, my lord."
Leon's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "Oh, I'm sure she will. And she will do exactly as I say, won't you, Camille?"
Camille felt a surge of fear at Leon's words, but she tried to keep her expression neutral.
Azgaroth's gaze lingered on Camille, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I see. Well, my lord, be careful what you wish for."
Leon's laughter was low and menacing. "Oh, I always get what I want, Azgaroth. And this time, I'll make sure to enjoy myself."
The tension in the room was palpable, and Camille knew she had to be careful. she met Leon's gaze with a confident smile, despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her.
Azgaroth's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Camille with interest. "Oh, what a stupid mortal " he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You seem like the...compliant type."
Leon's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "Enough, Azgaroth," he growled. "You will not speak to my plaything like that
Azgaroth's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, I'm sorry, my lord," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I forgot that you're so...protective of your toys."
With a mocking bow, Azgaroth turned and exited the scene, leaving Camille feeling uneasy and trapped. But as he disappeared into the shadows, his eyes gleamed with evil thoughts.
"This isn't over," he whispered to himself. "
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As Azgaroth exited the scene, Camille felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was glad to be rid of his menacing presence.
Leon, seemingly oblivious to Azgaroth's parting shot, turned to Camille and smiled, his eyes gleaming with a warmth that made her feel uneasy. "Shall we retire for the night, my dear?" he asked, offering his hand.
Camille hesitated, but Leon's grip was firm as he took her hand and led her to her bedroom. She felt a sense of trepidation growing inside her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
As they reached the bedroom door, Leon turned to her and smiled again. "Sleep tight, Camille," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "We have a big day tomorrow."
And with that, he pushed her inside and locked the door behind her.
Camille heard the sound of the key turning in the lock and felt a surge of panic. She was trapped.
She ran to the door and pounded on it, but it was no use. She was a prisoner in the palace, at Leon's mercy.
As the reality of her situation sunk in, Camille felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was alone, locked in a room with no escape.
She slumped against the door, tears of frustration and fear streaming down her face.
As she cried, Camille heard footsteps outside her door. Leon's voice called out, "Sleep tight, Camille. We'll talk in the morning."
Camille's heart raced as she realized that l She had to think of a way to escape She used the bed wrap to create a makeshift rope, carefully lowering herself out of the window and down the palace wall. She dropped to the ground, her heart racing with excitement But as she ran, she quickly realized that the kingdom was enormous, with rolling hills, dense forests, and treacherous ravines stretching out as far as the eye could see.
She dodged low-hanging branches and leapt over roots, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But no matter how fast she ran, the palace seemed to loom behind her, its towers reaching out like skeletal fingers.
Just when she thought she couldn't run anymore, Camille saw a narrow path she walked into it leading through the trees. She followed it, her feet pounding against the earth.
But as she ran, the shadows seemed to grow longer and darker, twisting into menacing shapes that reached out to grab her. Camille heard strange noises all around her - the hooting of owls, the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs.
She was terrified, her heart racing with fear. The path began to narrow, the trees closing in around her like a tunnel. Camille's breath came in short gasps, her eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.
Suddenly, a black shadow loomed in front of her, making her scream. But as she stumbled backward, she realized it was just a tree, its branches creaking in the wind.
Camille took a deep breath and forced herself to keep moving forward, her eyes fixed on the path ahead. She had to keep running ,As Camille ran, the path began to twist and turn, leading her through a dense thicket of trees. She pushed aside branches and fought her way through thick underbrush, her heart racing with fear.
But as she ran, she started to feel a sense of déjà vu. Hadn't she passed that tree before? Didn't that rock look familiar?
She looked around, trying to get her bearings. And then it hit her - the path was looping back on itself. She was running in a circle.
Camille's heart sank. She had been running for what felt like hours, but she was no closer to escaping the kingdom. In fact, she was right back where she started.
She slowed to a stop, looking around in frustration. The trees seemed to close in around her, their branches tangling together above her head.
Camille felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped. She would never escape.
But then she saw something - a glimmer of light in the distance. It was faint, but it looked like a way out .Camille's heart raced with hope as she started towards the light.
As she got closer, she saw that it was a cave entrance, lit by an eerie glow. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should go inside.
But something compelled her to move forward. She stepped into the cave, and that's when she saw them.
A group of demons, their eyes glowing red in the dark. They were unlike anything Camille had ever seen before - twisted, grotesque creatures with razor-sharp claws and teeth.
One of them stepped forward, its voice like a rusty gate. "Welcome, little one," it hissed. "We've been waiting for you."
"We eat, we kill, we drink," one of them chanted, its voice dripping with evil. "And you, little one, will be our next feast."
Camille tried to run, but her feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. The demons began to close in around her, their eyes gleaming with evil.
But all she saw was darkness, and the twisted faces of the demons, closing in for the kill.
WeJust as all hope seemed lost, a strong light appeared, illuminating the cave. The demons recoiled, covering their eyes from the intensity of the light.
And then, Camille saw him. Or, at least, she saw his eyes. Silver eyes, shining with a strong power that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
The eyes seemed to bore into the demons, and one by one, they let out blood-curdling screams as they disintegrated into nothingness.
Camille felt a surge of relief wash over her, but she was too weak to move. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper.
The silver-eyed stranger turned to her, and Camille felt a sense of calm wash over her. He reached out and scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a child.
But as she looked up at him, she realized she couldn't see his face. It was as if he was shrouded in shadows, his features obscured from view.
Camille tried to struggle, to see who her rescuer was, but she was too weak. She felt herself being carried away from the cave, away from the darkness and the demons.
And then, everything went black.