Kidnapped {D4} // 46th Quell

[cameo]

The blackness invades the isolation of my captive room. My bloated stomach swells with the new expectancy of Joffrey’s offspring. Loneliness aches at my shriveled heart, thirsting for the company of the servants I formerly was one of. But my King had assured me of plentiful freedom once our Child enters the Panem, leaving not an ounce of complaint to release from my longing lips. He purely wishes to ensure safety for us, which solely increase my love for him more so.

Once Lucifer enters my Chamber with a late-moon snack however, I plead for him to break my solitude if merely for a moment. “His Royalty won’t mind…” I ensure, though in truth Joffrey is as unpredictable as they come. “Just keep me entertained until he ventures to see me off to slumber.” Is begged with desperation, as I pick at the pastries delivered to succumb my pregnancy hungers.

“As you wish Madam. Is something the matter?” It’s easing to hear the voice of another, despite my constant visits throughout the hours. And to further the grace, concern laces his words. Subtly my head shakes in denial, simply starving to escape this enclosing confinement.

But prior to being able to further my explanation, my quarter is encroached upon by Sentinels. Joffrey leads the rampage, though he doesn’t appear apart of or accepting of this event. “My King…what is occurring?” Hastily my fear pools from my tongue, as I welcomingly discover myself behind him.

Disapproval demands from Joffrey’s empowering tone, and I find myself cowering against his back. The erratic, unforeseeable plays against us, as he’s punched from his protective stance before me. “How dare you do so!” I warn them of their actions. Unfortunately the Sentinels do not mind over their manners, as they snatch me from reaching my beloved Ruler. “No! Joffrey! Please forsaken this!” My sobs beg of him, though it’s evident he’s not allowing of such. For once control has vanished from his eyes.

The opposition he performs assists little in the unknown of what must occur. And pathetically a mere battle is displayed from myself. Even Lucifer is being handled off with me, though we’re still left blind to a reasoning. “Joffrey!” A final scream cries from my lips, as I’m yanked further into uncertainty.

{Lyra has been placed as D4F Runner}

[Arrow]

Lucifer Torshall

    A little light wavers from my cupped hands as the candle cadences across the darkened hallway. In the breeze bellowing in from a nearby balcony salt snaps against my skin. Aside from my echoing footsteps the only sound sweeping through the estate is that of waning waves from a salty sea. Although a chill now settles into the slumbering District my skin stays soaked in sweat. Ever since the lights vanished my duties have been tripled, all of the servants were struggling to keep up with such drastic demands. Alas it was a price I was willing to pay, I sold my soul to servitude in exchange for medication for my brother. I knew what I was getting myself into all those years ago when I spoke to the devil king himself. 

    As I carry onward deeper into the depths of the devil's estate memories waft up upon the ocean's waves. I remember how just at the same time as my own succession into servitude another, by the name of Lyra joined me. I never knew her story and to this day it does not reside within my mind. Instead memories of meals prepared side by side and hours spent sweating beneath a basking sun stand as ruins across my brain. Lyra was a long term friend of mine, and somehow by some unforeseeable stroke she now found herself as the rising servant queen within the devil's domain. I knew Lyra could be harsh, but I never could have imagined her extremes inciting Joffrey into courting her. 

    Thick thoughts flee all corners of my cranium as I knock politely upon her chamber's doors. Once my request is accepted I slide the door open and venture into the candle lit chamber. With a smile like the sparkling sea Lyra greets me and I place her evening meal by her bed side as Joffrey ordered. With my mission fulfilled I turn to leave her to the rest of the evening but her words wrap me in my current place. Worry somehow warps her words as she asks me to keep her company until Joffrey arrives and it is all to easily for myself to slip into more of a friend than servant situation. "As you wish Madam. Is something the matter?"

        A slight nod is all this servant gets from a woman now risen to royalty. However, my sadness can not rummage for long before hordes of men in black armor storm the room. Instinctively I am between them and Lady Lyra, my sole purpose in this household is to serve and protecting my masters was critical. Alas before I am able to swing as the swat team squeezes closer to us Joffrey interjects only to be met by physical denial. Instantly I have left Lyra and am by my true owners side who only shrugs me off sorrowfully as Sentinels suddenly apprehend me. 

     Worry and confusion contort my thoughts as the shackle me, yet my worries do not pertain solely to myself. Across the room I watch as Lyra is contained as well and panic pierces my skin forming words frantically from my mouth. "Don't she is pregnant!" No one listens and only the darkness of a kidnapping bag is placed upon my skin. 

{Lucifer has been placed as the D4M Runner}