Lucy Wickshire is feared across realms because of her family history. The thraines have always been a clan of passive warriors that one dared not provoke. Still, it did not stop those above from breaking the pact and descending into the rankless world to kill Lucy's mother. Seeing her mother die before her eyes, Lucy had understood then; she was not a child anymore, she was a threat. It was either them or her. So she straightened her back and reigned down fear that put her mother's legacy to shame. As long as she lived, all realms must kneel or burn. 
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to her rage.

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Lucy Wickshire

Princess Lilith screamed and struggled at her captor, who grabbed her out of the water and threw her unto the ground. The sight of her struggling caused the audience in the arena to cheer. Her captor punched the energy out of her and she felt the sky spin. 


"Shut up!" he said, "You want'em to come take you away? You be my gold." he said tearing a part of her dress to tie her up. When her eyes cleared, she found out her mouth was stuffed with her wet cloths. Her hands were bound in front of her and her legs were about to be tied. But just then, the captor stopped. He opened them wide and peered between her legs. With a laugh, he raised her dress to her waist to get a better view. He took out a knife and cut open her dress, ignoring her muffled screams. When she was stark naked, without even a piece of cloth to guard her dignity, he stared at her body; somehow completely lost so much so, he was drooling. 


Chapter nineteen (6) Warning: sexual violence