Back In Time

Makeup

                                                                                        Elara 

The bustling streets faded into darkness as a sudden chill enveloped me, my surroundings shifting and warping until I found myself standing in a place that was both familiar and terrifying – the depths of Malachi's domain.

Panic gripped me like a vice as I realized what had happened, the realization sinking in like a stone in the pit of my stomach. I had been kidnapped – taken against my will to a place where nightmares roamed free and the shadows whispered of unspeakable horrors.

"Malachi," I hissed, my voice laced with fury as I turned to face him, my eyes blazing with defiance. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go this instant!"

Malachi regarded me with an amused smirk, his eyes dancing with mischief as he stepped closer, his presence filling the air with a palpable tension. "Now, now, Elara," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

I scoffed at his words, my fists clenching at my sides as I fought to keep my composure. "You're no friend of mine," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "You're a monster – a tyrant who delights in the suffering of others."

Malachi's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes flashing with amusement as he circled me like a predator toying with its prey. "Ah, but my dear Elara," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "You wound me with your harsh words. After all we've been through, I would have thought you'd show me a little more gratitude."

I gritted my teeth, struggling to contain the surge of anger that threatened to consume me from within. "Gratitude?" I scoffed, my voice tinged with bitterness. "For what? For kidnapping me and dragging me back to this hellish place against my will?"

Malachi's grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. "Is that how you see it?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion. "I thought you would be happy to see me – happy to be back where you belong."

I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips as I met his gaze with a steely resolve. "You're delusional if you think I'll ever be happy here," I replied, my voice filled with defiance. "I'll never belong to you, Malachi – not now, not ever."

And with those words ringing in the air like a challenge, I turned and walked away, leaving Malachi standing alone in the darkness, his laughter echoing in the empty corridors of his domain. But even as I fled from him, a part of me couldn't help but wonder – would I ever truly be free from his grasp, or was I doomed to spend eternity locked in a battle of wills with the demon who I couldn't help but be drawn to.

As I stormed away from Malachi, the weight of my anger and frustration bearing down on me like a leaden cloak, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, my vision swimming as the ground shifted beneath my feet.

Gasping for breath, I stumbled forward, my legs threatening to give out beneath me as the darkness closed in around me like a suffocating blanket. And then, with a final, desperate gasp, everything went black, and I felt myself slipping away into unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I found myself lying on a plush velvet chaise, the soft fabric cool against my skin as I blinked away the remnants of sleep from my eyes. As my surroundings slowly came into focus, I realized that I was back in Malachi's domain, the familiar shadows of his palace looming ominously overhead.

Panic surged through me like a bolt of lightning as I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to make sense of what had happened. But before I could gather my wits, Malachi appeared before me, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.