Where Is She!!??

He stepped into the room, and the instant his eyes fell on the open casket, he immediately rushed up to it, with terror visible in his eyes.

He glanced inside it, immediately realizing that she must have been dragged inside the portal within the casket.

The casket was not any type of casket you would see anywhere.

Not only was it made of concrete, but within it was a portal into which one could be dragged or sucked into another world.

His eyes flickered furiously, and he began to pace back and forth, trying to think of something to do.

Should he save her? He asked himself with a confused expression on his face.

But why should he save her? She's not important to him, nor does he care about her, so why?

He continued battling with his heart, and when he couldn't take it anymore, a deep, frustrated growl exited from his throat.

"Ahhh, whatever!" He groaned and quickly jumped into the casket in the next moment.

He fell for at least thirty seconds before he heavily landed on the concrete floor, his hands wrapping around his head to protect it.

Deep breaths exited his nose, and he slowly sat up on the floor.

He glanced around his surroundings and furrowed his brow on seeing that down there, it was winter.

The ground was covered in not so much snow, but the temperature was very low.

He pressed his hand on the floor and stood up on his feet, then, with his sword in his hand, he began to walk around, his eyes looking for Yennefer.

"Yennefer!!!" He shouted her name, and his voice echoed through the entire area.

He continued wandering for about thirty minutes before stopping to see what was before him.

Human skeletons piled up till they reached 6 feet, and on top of it was seated a young man whose eyes were shut and whose fingers supported his head while his black long hair flowed with the wind.

"Another victim, I see..." The serene voice of the young man resounded, and he opened his lavender-colored eyes to look at Luthiel.

"Oh... you're a different victim." His lips curled up into a smile, and Luthiel stared intently at him with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Where is she?" He questioned and the young man smiled mysteriously at him.

"Oh, the white-haired girl?" He asked, and Luthiel vehemently narrowed his eyes at him.

"Where. Is. She?" He questioned yet again, and the young man slowly stood up from the throne on which he was seated above the piles of human skeletons.

The cold wind vigorously blew his purple robe, and before Luthiel's eyes, he disappeared and appeared in front him.

"You seem to care quite a lot about her. Very unlike you, Regal."

He said and, instantly triggered, Luthiel gripped him by the collar of his clothing and glared at him with his sword-shaped green eyes, burning brightly in sudden anger.

"Don't you ever dare call me that, Damian!" He warned, and the young man, Damian, chuckled softly.

"Oh, it's Luthiel. My apology. I have become quite forgetful after residing here for a hundred years. Tsk!"

He shook his head, and Luthiel let go of his collar.

"Where is she?" He questioned with an enraged look on his face, and a smirk spread across Damian's face.

"Well…" He waved his slender hand, creating a mirror-like object that showed Yennefer lying on the floor, unconscious, in an unknown place. "...Here she is."

Luthiel's eyes immediately narrowed, and he proceeded to step forward, but Damian quickly clicked his tongue, stopping him on his track.

"Relax! I am not going to give her to you that easily. I mean, have you forgotten who I am?" He cackled in disbelief, and Luthiel growled at him.

"What do you want?" He questioned and Damian's smile instantly turned evil.

"Freedom!" He stated this, and Luthiel gazed at him with an unknown glint continuously flashing in his eyes.

"I cannot give you that!" He replied after a few moments of pondering, and as though finding his words funny, Damian slowly walked towards him.

"Luthiel, you and I know that this is a lie. You don't want to free me, that I know. But right now, I am not begging you, rather I am negotiating with you. It's either you free me and get the girl, or... she dies and I stay stuck in here."

He explained, and Luthiel stood glaring at him, still unclear of what to do.

"Haha! You and I both know who you truly are. Freeing me is as simple as melting a sugar cube in water, so... what is stopping you? Are you afraid that I may ruin your plans?"

"Hehe! If that is the case, then you don't need to worry."

"I won't show myself if you free me; after all, Raman still has something that is both my weakness and is keeping me here, so until I find it, I won't do anything reckless. My point being that you shouldn't fret."

He assured him, and Luthiel looked at him with reluctance in his eyes.

"If you dare go against me, Damian, I will do to you more than the hell you are going through here." He threatened, and Damian grinned widely at him.

"You need not worry." He assured yet again and Luthiel's eyes narrowed into a thin line.

"Fine! I will give you your freedom. However, before I do that, you must release her."

He declared, and the smirk on Damian's face widened even more.

"Sure, no problem." He chuckled softly and waved his hand, clearing an entire mist that kept Yennefer from Luthiel's reach.