Page 20 of Marked By the Dark Lord
Damn Hippies.
Whether or not the creature heard my thought, something caused it to look back at me.
I reared back, nearly wrenching Abhed’s arm from his body as the elf’s blue eyes stared back at me.
It blinked and looked down in terror. When it glanced back up, the usual large amber cat eyes of the elves were all that I saw.
“Damn that woman,” I snarled, continuing on, well aware that my cock was hard and pushing against my pants.
How dare she arouse me like this!
Yet the memory of her did. The way she’d been almost spread-eagled by the minotaurs as they carried her. Much of her body exposed through the ripped clothing. Vulnerable.
That must be it. She couldn’t fight back. Not that they ever do, anyway. They all come to me willingly. They want to experience it. She would, too.
Not that I would ever mate with a human. I would break them. I was a Sidhe, one of the Lords of the Fae, not that anyone knew my true heritage here, far from Faerie itself. But many women who came to me were already stronger than humans, and my touch was rough on them.
A human stood no chance, especially one as small as her. So tiny and frail. She would need protection from the likes of me. I wasn’t her savior. I was her doom.
I was still thinking about her body when I entered the gates of the black tower. I didn’t hurry. I never hurried.
Abhed scrambled to keep up as I walked the warren of hallways, forced to skip along almost sideways, given my bulk and my hold on his arm. I didn’t care. The pedophile rapist deserved far more than some discomfort.
A smile split my lips as I thought of the punishment he was going to get.
“Put him in a cell,” I barked as I reached the holding cell area.
“Of course, Lord Rokk!” cried the gnome sitting at the desk, gesturing with his pen at a pair of minotaurs standing around idly. “Charges?”
“Pedophilia. Rape.”
The gnome paused, pen hovering over paper. “Is that all, Lord Rokk? We don’t normally deal with …”
“You question me?” I growled, tilting my head downward.
“No, of course not! Just wanted to make sure I got it correct, My Lord. Wouldn’t want an error, no, sir!”
“That’s what I thought,” I grunted. “He also lied to a member of the Jury and had me assassinate a group of ghouls who he said kidnapped his daughter. So, that’s premeditated murder of a magical being, times four. Wait. Seven. There were seven in total. That ought to do.”
The gnome grinned as he scribbled. “Oh, yes, the Court will judge him for sure.”
I looked at Abhed as he was dragged down the corridor and basked in the sheer terror flowing off him.
Farther down the hallway, a small head poked out from between some bars. Blue eyes stared at me.
“Damn woman,” I hissed, turning away, ignoring the curious look on the gnome's face as I stormed from the area and up to the courtroom.
“Jury Member Rokk,” a deep voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere all at once as I entered the room from a side door, striding to a group of thirteen high-backed chairs carved from blackened bones. “How nice of you to join us.”
I settled my ass onto the plush red velvet seat cushion and rested both forearms on the rests before looking up at the speaker. Yellow-orange eyes with vertical pupils the size of a sword stared back at me from the giant crimson dragon who sat curled on a perch at the front of the room.
Under his perch, in giant letters, was a sign that simply read “Judge.”
“Hello, Dannorax,” I said slowly, letting the dragon know I wasn’t intimidated.
The huge, scaled lizard snorted, ten-foot-long jets of flame erupting from each nostril on the end of his massive snout. Magic abruptly pressed down on me, pinning me firmly to the seat.
I sighed but didn’t fight back. Dannorax was the Judge of the Court in The Place Behind, and he made sure everyone knew it.
