A chapter out of a book were Sage after countless
A chapter out of a book were Sage after countless other missions attempts do defeat her greatest enemy Azal Penawar who has the power to mind control anyone and everyone he pleases. She won’t succeed in her mission but is the only person who can resist his power. In the end of the chapter Anwir is under his power due to the kiss and then Sage is next. In the end she loses this battle. Azals will call her a mere pet or puppet after she’s brainwashed
Sage- Protector of prophecies and Commoner of Evergreen. NO powers and the only person that can resist any type of magic. Brown skin and brown hair, gold eyes and a mace for a weapon. Her voice never shows fear.
Azal – King of Alamas. Sages the worst enemy and wants revenge on the world for the death of his family. He can mind control people with his persuasive voice, hand jesters for complete obedience, and by kissing someone there permanently under his power. once people are mind controlled they address him as master or my king. He often speaks like a mad man acting as though its a game. He is a master mind on the mind and plotting. He’s Immortal having stolen that power from Sage when she was a newborn. Blond hair, teal eyes, teal and gold clothes, gloves to cover his scarred hands
Anwir LeRoy- King of the Vortex. Sage’s boyfriend and has the power to conjure shadows and monsters. He used to work for Azal but help Sage escape her death from the hands of Azal. Black hair, brown skin, indigo eyes, often wears ceremonial robes matching his kingdom colors indigo and black
setting: Palace of Alamas also called Azal’s home
Chapter Seven: The Serpent’s Kiss
The Palace of Alamas shimmered, a grotesque parody of beauty, its obsidian towers clawing at a bruised twilight sky. Sage, her brown skin slick with sweat, gripped her mace. This was her seventh attempt to end Azal Penawar. Seven times she’d infiltrated his fortress, seven times she’d come close, only to be thwarted by the chilling ease with which he manipulated minds. She was the only one immune, a thorn in his side, a testament to his one failure.
Anwir, his indigo eyes blazing with controlled fury, stood beside her. “Ready?” he whispered, shadows coiling around his hands like restless serpents.
Sage nodded, her gaze unwavering. Her gold eyes, usually warm, were steely. “Let’s end this.”
Their advance was swift and silent. Azal’s guards, their faces devoid of individuality, moved like automatons. Their whispers, a chilling chorus of “My King,” punctuated the air. Anwir’s shadows devoured them effortlessly, leaving no trace but the faintest scent of decay.
They reached the throne room. Azal sat upon his obsidian throne, his teal and gold robes a stark contrast to the darkness around him. He looked up, his teal eyes glinting with manic amusement. His blond hair, usually perfectly styled, was a windswept mess, mirroring the chaos within.
“Sage, my dear pet,” he drawled, his voice a silken whisper that held the power to shatter wills. “You persist, don’t you? It’s almost… adorable.” He gestured languidly, and a shadowy tendril snaked out to wrap around one of the throne room pillars, crushing it into dust.
Anwir launched a volley of shadow beasts, but Azal merely smiled, a cruel, chilling expression. With a flick of his wrist, the creatures dissolved into nothingness, their essence absorbed into his power.
“Such clumsy attempts,” Azal sneered. “My darling Anwir, have you forgotten your training? Your loyalty? It seems your affection for this… commoner… has clouded your judgment.” He paused, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I’ll be sure to readjust your focus,” he added, his voice dripping with malice.
Sage charged. Her mace whistled through the air, aimed at his heart. Azal didn’t even flinch. He simply raised a hand, and Sage felt a sickening jolt, a wave of mental assault that threatened to drown her. But she held on, her will anchored to the earth, her immune mind a fortress against the storm. It was a battle of wills, silent and terrifying.
Anwir, however, was not so strong. As Azal spoke, his voice a seductive caress, a subtle shift in Anwir’s expression was almost imperceptible. Azal then advanced, a ghostlike grace in his movements. He leaned down, and his lips met Anwir’s.
A convulsion ripped through Anwir’s body. His indigo eyes dulled, replaced by a vacant, lifeless stare. “My King,” he whispered, his voice devoid of its former strength and fire.
Sage watched, rage boiling within her. The mace felt heavy, useless. Azal turned his attention to her, his eyes blazing with triumph.
“Now, my dear Sage,” he purred, approaching her slowly, his voice a hypnotic caress, “It’s your turn to feel my love. Your defiance… it has amused me, but all good things must come to an end.”
He reached out, his touch light as a feather, yet possessing the weight of a collapsing world. This time, there was no struggle, no resistance. Sage met his gaze, her eyes widening, just slightly as Azal’s lips found hers. His kiss was a theft, stealing not just her freedom, but her very identity. Her mind fractured, shattered under his potent control.
When he released her, she looked into his eyes, a cold emptiness replacing her own burning defiance.
“My King,” she breathed, her voice a hollow echo of her former strength. A cruel, triumphant smile spread across Azal’s face.
“Excellent,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “My loyal pet. My perfect puppet.” He laughed, a sound that chilled the very air in the palace, as he surveyed his domain, his two kings now fully under his control. The game, he thought, was far from over.
