Chapter 8. The Underground Creep

Rage paced within the grim undergrounds of the Creep. Red heat seeped from the floor and hovered in the air, it was assiduously hot yet it did not affect him. If anything, it served to keep his temperature warm for he was always freezing.

He looked around the grand monstrosity he had created with his own hands and wished, not for the first time, she was with him. He stopped his pacing as his eyes glowed red, his mind wandering, as it usually did, to eons ago, when he had first met her—Princess Rina.

He was young and a coarse nobody, shy of twenty years, while she was a shy princess of just fifteen. She was a beauty to behold, tall and willowy with porcelain skin. She had curly red hair and red pouty lips. They had met at a time when thoughts were pure and untainted on a starry night in Brambold town. She came on a horse with one of her maid servants because she needed to see his master for a simple healing spell. You see, Rage was an understudy to a sorcerer, the most po