𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

⚜️𝕬𝖑𝖊𝖝𝖎

A cool breeze brushes her arms. Alana, defeated, looks down at the oyster-colored floor. The eight-pointed hall is adorned with ivory pillars. A keyhole arch between each pillar leads to the same short passageway. A horseshoe arch graces both the left and right sides of the terracotta-colored wall, as do the others decorated with white marble and clear pillars. The wall between the two arches is etched with a tree of life. Gracefully completed, and no details are overlooked, exactly like the pillars. In front of the tree of life caricature, a parallelogram platform is propped up against the wall. Two modest marble stairs lead to the platform, which features an oak throne in the center. The throne has two curved armrests, a velvety crimson cushion, and a high backrest that ends in a crown form. In the beautiful wood, details are perfectly polished.
Slowly, he ascends to the throne... The famous king...Alexi...
The man is not what you would anticipate. There were rumors about a dreadful and terrifying ruler. In actuality, he is both attractive and mysterious. His umber brown hair falls to his neck and is perfectly parted in the center. A highly adorned sandstone crown keeps his naturally wavy hair back from his face. His thick, black round brows, powerful jawline, heart-shaped face, round rosewood lips, and roman nose give him a rigorous appearance. Alana is pierced by his Monolid cinnamon eyes. His smooth chocolate complexion gives him a southern appearance. A short untrimmed balbo beard frames his powerful jawline. His strong figure is outfitted with a black leather vest, jeans, and boots. A leather belt covers his big chest and secures a short black cape. "Finally," he says, his voice loud and solemn. "Alana... Hate his eternal torment," he sneers. Hate gradually emerges from the shadows. He gives Rogue a dubious glance. "What's wrong with the puppy" he demands. Godfrey respectfully bends his head. "My lord, he has not awakened." Hate yanks Wolfgang out his arms, as he rolls his eyes. He mumbles incoherently as he places his palm on Wolfgang's forehead. He pushes him towards Albrecht without warning. Rogue saves his brother, who is on the verge of collapsing, barely in time. "Give him about ten minutes," Hate recommends. Godfrey gives a nod. "Thank you Lord."
"Loneliness" yells Hate. He hands Loneliness the keys. Alana shivers as she looks at Loneliness, who moves imposingly towards her. He yanks her from Heinrich's clutches. "My Lord," Heinrich stammers. 'She can't stand nor walk,' Heinrich says quietly. Loneliness raises her legs and rolls his eyes. "Wouldn't you take her to the medic first?" Alexi asks. Loneliness smiles as Hate nods gently. "Go to your room," Hate growls. "Not you," he continues, stopping Godfrey. Godfrey anxiously nods to his brothers. "You're the oldest, aren't you" Hate inquires. Godfrey stammers, 'Yes, my lord". "What did I say: don't disappoint me?" "It was my fault, my lord," Godfrey mutters. "Of course," chuckles Hate. He scoffs, "You're the oldest." He slashes a bleeding gash in Godfrey's chest with his knife in one swift motion. "Don't let me down again," he says quietly as he pushes Godfrey. As he hits the ground, Godfrey moans between his teeth. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and rapidly reopens them. When Greed goes by, he laughs. "Wussy" he scolds and kicks him. Godfrey straightens up once again. He staggers away. Alana is carried down the steps far beneath the castle by Loneliness. The lengthy corridor with heavy doors is freezing. He unlocks a door quietly and puts Alana down on the bed, inside the cell. He goes away after closing the door with a loud boom. Alana sighs and fixes her gaze on the damaged ceiling.  After everything she'd gone through. She was right here. Despite everything she'd done to avoid this. She shuts her eyes gently and lets her tears fall freely. She was lost... kidnapped...
Alana's terrible nightmares are abruptly stopped by a key that clangs open her door. She casts a feeble glance at the sunshine streaming through the bars. Jealousy quietly enters the cell. She shrinks in fear, attempting to evade his clutches. "Shh," Jealousy says, rubbing her head. "It's okay, I understand." He takes a seat on the bed next to her. "Unfortunately, I can't assist you, and I can't guarantee you'll be fine, but I understand you're suspicious." But don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm only escorting you to him." If I could, I would give you my blood to relieve your anguish, but I am bound by tight instructions." Alana shudders and looks into the black eyes of the demon. As if that is better. And why isn't he able to heal her? Why does he want her to be in pain? Jealousy gently picks Alana up and carries her to a cell at the end of the icy corridor.The cubicle is furnished with a wooden table. On the wood four leather straps are attached. Alana whines out as he binds her feet and wrists in the straps. Jealousy smiles comfortingly and goes away. A cool breeze flows through the cell. Her eyes are burning from the bright light. When Hate enters the jail, she abruptly opens her eyes again. He licks his fingers and stuffs the final piece of bread into his mouth. He places his fists on the table quietly. Alana stares into his eyes, frightened. Hate grimaces. He grabs a bowl of water while finishing the rest of his meal. Alana cringes in fear as he extends his hand. He takes a little pause. She notices his intense thinking. He finally breathes deeply and removes a leaf from her tangled hair. He dabs her head wound with a moist towel without saying anything. Alana moans gently. This seems to turn him on for a little period.
"So... Where to" he says finally. Alana responds faintly, "King." Hate laughs amused. "And what makes you think he was going to help you?"He violently tears her collar open. He raises his head in amazement. His eyes sparkle.
 Katara's amulet gleams in the sunlight. "Make sure he never sees this" ."It would change his game".  He grabs the diamond with caution. As his fingers burn, he hisses and flings it on the floor." Where did you get this from" he snarls. "I'm not sure," she stutters. He gives her a harsh look. He groans as he rolls his eyes. "Answer," he says, placing his thumb to her wound. Alana screams, heavily sobbing. "Katara," she sobs. "Katara is engraved in it" . Hate gives a wicked smile. "That's impossible," he dismisses. He yanks her up. "Hate, I swear to Goddess, please," she begs. Suddenly Alana feels very weak. As if the magic keeping her alive slowly drips out of her body..
She leans her head against his chest. Her whole body trembles. Her pulse and respiration rate both slow down. She closes her eyes. "Alana, are you still here with me" he inquires. "Alana" Hate sighs deeply. Did he went too far? Was it the chain, or something else? In any case, he must first let Alana rest before he may proceed. He stamps the chain on the ground, sighing. 
Was this the end? Was Alana's life over? Or would the struggle continue... Her heart rate is sluggish... 
"If necessary, this can protect you and possibly prolong your life... " Do not remove this..." 
This is the final chapter of the book: Hate Love doesn't stand a chance