Mortezan tried his best to stand up, but he was still not at all strong enough to do so. He growled in resentment as he sat back down staring at his dark dungeon. This form is irritating me. I need to get back to full strength.
“Why do you do that to yourself Father?” a voice came from behind him on the side. “Beating yourself up over Penelope’s failures. You’re the Dark Lord.”
“What is the reason of you being here?” Her hands massaged his shoulders as her breath chilled his ear.
“Father, I am your firstborn. I know how to inflict pain, how to make others hurt. I learned from the best. Let me finish what Penelope started. I, unlike her, will not fail you.”
“You will get your shot soon enough. Besides, you know that your sister isn’t as strong as you.”
“Yes, but still.” She let go and backpedaled her way to the darkness. “We’re in this dungeon because of their incompetence. We do not need to be incompetent ourselves. I will finish the job quickly.” Her dark red eyes were the only things that were visible. “I’m here if you need me.”
Dark, silent, and alone again, Mortezan grew anxious and rage filled instantly. He let out a deep yell that filled the abysmal dungeon he was in, waiting for the first opportunity that he would be at full strength.