The Reaper's Word

Prisoner of the Manor

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Chapter1

He stood at the top of the stairwell. His nails clicking on the wooden banister. They were coming with another group. How annoying. He always hoped that they would forget so that he could just waste away, but they never did. If they did then they would die. So it was a stupid fruitless hope. Still didn't stop him from wishing.

Isaiah was locked in this damn building. Trapped here by old magic that he had no ability to change. They'd been very smart and very stupid at the same time. He was waiting for them to slip up just once. To bring him what he needed. Damn them and how carefully they selected those that they brought here.

Every day he pictured the way that he would kill those that had trapped him here. Those that used him to stay alive, gaining immortality through him. For them to continue to live, he would have to remain healthy and mildly content. The content part they could care less about. However he could at times make life very difficult for those chained to him. So they gave him what he wanted except his freedom.

They would do whatever was necessary to keep him trapped in this mansion. Because the moment he got out, he would kill them. Isaiah would tear, shred and dance in their blood. It was the only thing that got him through all of these long years. One hundred seventy four years, six months, eight days, twelve hours and forty three minutes. Not that he was counting. 

Make that forty four minutes.

He raised his gaze to the ceiling above him. Someone was moving around up there. The survivor of the last group brought nearly a month ago. That one was a quick one and had won several of the games that he played with him. He had to stay entertained somehow. Playing with his food was one way of doing it.

Every so often he would get one that was smart and quick. He'd use them as entertainment more than once. The longest any human ever brought to him here had lasted was a month and four days. Only because he'd played it smart and stayed away from him. Never coming out of his hiding places unless he needed food or what not.

That had been some years ago. He had yet to find another that was smart enough to elude him and his companions for so long. Next to him a large German Sheppard sat, but it was no dog. This was just how it looked during the day if it wished. Day light was not great for his companion. She sat looking out the huge windows that faced the grand stair case. It was made of dark wood and looked brand new. Sweeping out at the bottom to go right or left, with a black and white tiled floor at the bottom.

Unlike him, she could go out onto the grounds at night. The direct sun could kill her if left out in it for more than a handful of minutes in her true form. She was what humans might call a hell hound. Nearly indestructible like her master, there were two others in the house. Well near by the house in the caves connected to it actually. He mentally kept tabs on them.

None of the hell hounds could go far from him. They were connected to him. If he died they died, but seeing as there was not much in this world that could kill him, they weren't ever going to die. Well hopefully, unless he did something stupid again. The name he was called when he'd been stuck here was Isaiah. He didn't see a point in calling himself any other name at the moment.