When the darkness sow pain

Somewhere in the ruins of the Fomorian ancestors

Echoes at night, infant cries of horror, while a creature was being dragged by the dungeons of eternity.

- Let me! I want to go with Nana ...

But the trolls who dragged him did not seem to hear him, they only dragged him by pulling the chains that held his little dolls. Growling as they tried to walk through those cold stone roads.

The darkness was such that it could only be seen what they were stepping with the torches they carried. Suddenly, they stopped in front of one of the dungeons, opening it abruptly and throwing it inside it. He fell with a strong shot hit moaning.

-Little Prince ... -to get a dark dungeon I was heard that chilling voice that put all the glamor of him in tension - who honor for my person to have you here ... Read more.

The boy looked at him with obscured eyes with hatred at the small body of him, joining achieving a little.

"Oh, do not look at me like that, you should be proud to be before Balor, God demon. -Balor released a cruel laugh. This is now your "house".

"That's a lie," he whispered, squeezing the lips of rage and fear of equal parts before such a man with a patch in one of his eyes - they would never leave me!

Sparks jumped, but they were quickly absorbed by the slave he possessed in the bare and bastard foot.

A roar like a laugh left out of that man, the ash skin of him contracted with his muscles when he shifted a strange fury that shone in the only eye of him, now the color of poisons. The features of him were again stone.

-You do not realize, right? Ashallyn of the silver arm, you are only a mestizo of nurse with a human anyone ... they would never admit you in your pathetic circle, that's why you're here ... you have two options, join and survive or stay, and rot yourself in this dungeon.

- I want to come back! You have kidnapped me!

He made the feint of throwing himself towards Balor, he himself raising his hand without even touching him as if he pushed him with a shield of force, he was thrown against the wall of Obsidian, hearing a big blow from his head.

Balor with heavy steps reached on two strides the young man on the stunning floor. Getting him by the neck with one of him. - Look at me Sguudal Daonna *! He shouted at the boy's face, Balor, looking at the remains of blood that fell from one side of his head. Nobody wants a Leth fuil*, you are an abomination for the pure, the Tuatha Dannan. Think of it well, in this world you will not survive a long time. Give me your oath and nobody can with you.

There was silence and only the steps of the great man were heard to leave the area along with his guard, leaving him in the disconcerting loneliness of him. Only then did he allow himself to cry; He could not believe that his nana, would have thrown them into the arms of hell himself ... that could not be, he grabbed the pendant he gave him at the time, the fight *, belonging to Daanna, one of the treasures of him; Or that he used to say.

He did not know what to think, it seemed that everyone abandoned him ... Always the "Mestizo".

- COF COF! -A cough access with blood attacked the boy.

-Oh, poor mestizo guy. -A sweet voice came out from some part of the stay. -Poof of you ... that nobody wants from you.

Nothing had heard more fake and dismal, except for a Balor, but he was not from this world, the boy would think long after.

A woman with leather with grayish tonality appeared, I would say she was human if it was not for that tonality and those eyes so empty of everything, her lips were twisted in a dark grimace, but at the same time trying to be tender.

She approached the boy lying on the straw cottage at a time, black mourning wore, I only had a note of color and it was his long hair loose from the color of the blood; He almost seemed blood even though the stay was in penumbra except for the light that entered by a small window. He was a full moon.

He shrugged more to the wall, thinking that it would be some Banshee or succubus he wanted to eat it, he had heard him much about the stories of Ogg, God of love when he came to visit.

She was still with her scrutiny looking for something in him, she did not know what. When she glimpsed the brightness of the pendant; She in a sudden motion rose it on her neck. - No!

-Guy, this belongs to me, so you want things from people who have abandoned you in this land of anyone. She-she put her finger raising the boy's chin again to observe her face. "Look at me, boy, eyes.

The boy entered as in a state of stupor, he could not take off his wife's eyes. Inside him, he was invaded. The backbone of him suffered a collapse and the glamor of him was temporarily unusable. On the other hand, she was trying to glimpse the most recent memories of her by gathering information. She stopped in one specifically on a balcony and saw her, Hecate.

-Oh, but what do we have here?

The boy came out of her stupor, rather than the glamor of her she acted with a shield that threw her against the front door.

- Little mestizo guy!, Endmonious piece of shit. She-she sat up slowly. From now on, you belong to the demon king, it is convenient to take you well with me if you want to go very far in these lands. I'm Morgana. Welcome to the lands of the dead.