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No sooner had her final words left her lips when a booming crack echoed through the room, and the lights went out. The icy voice of the Warrior sliced through Azure Wrath, binding her where she was. A shiver snaked up her spine, but there was no fear to be found within her. It was out of satisfaction. She was well aware that if she were to speak, that she would likely never take another breath, so she simply stood in silent awe of the mighty goddess. Suddenly, she found herself sailing across the room, taken aback by the brute strength of her hero. Skidding to a halt before she could hit the wall, Azure returned her undivided attention to the Warrior. But as she spoke of... her... she immediately shook her head in disgust. "Never... That lowlife must be slain, and I swear on my name that I will bring her down. She will one day bow before you on her knees, and that will be the day she will perish. She is no mastermind, she is a fool, a disgrace. I would never soil my existence by serving her, or any other god for that matter. They will all fall, and I pledge my entire life to your ultimate rule over our world." Malice dripped from her words, proving her detest for anyone who dared ignore the power of the goddess before her. She met the gaze of the Warrior, a sadistic grin plastered behind her mask. She was as glorious as every frightening folklore to be told. "Choose any task, and consider it done, expect nothing less than what you ask for. If I have to capture another farce general and beat them bloody in front of your eyes, I swear to do so. By the end of my trial, each and every god and follower shall fear your name. I have come to pledge my loyalty to you and you alone. If you find me unfit to be in your presence, spill my blood for all to see. But I believe that you will come to find that I will serve you unquestioningly. I will not disappoint." She bowed before the powerful goddess, and then once more met her eyes. Her own colorless eyes boiled with loathing for those who were created by the naive puppeteer. She would defeat her own revolting race, all in the name of her goddess.

Not bothering to turn her attention away from the captivating goddess, Azure soaked in the words that trailed from the demonic deity. Upon seeing the vial, she wasted no time in plucking it from The Warrior's leather-clad fingertips. Uncorking the vial, she bowed her head in respect before pushing up her mask, still covering the majority of her face, and placing the glass edge to her lips.

Downing the liquid without hesitation, she grinned behind her cobalt mask, hoping she had proved at least something to her hero who stood about a foot away from her. But soon enough, her satisfaction dissipated, and she found herself without the energy to remain floating. A tingling numbness began to consume her, and a feeling of an electric pulse surged through her core. Minuscule white dots began to dance across her vision, and she felt her head beginning to spin. Azure felt her body begin to tremble slightly, and was barely able to grasp any form of awareness as the empty vial slipped from her razor fingertips and clanked to the floor. Swaying, the general could feel her eyes beginning to shut, and struggled to remain upright. A brief moment later, everything was lost as she crashed to the floor, succumbing to the black veil of her nightmares.

Azure stirred before finding the strength to open her eyes. She was strapped to a table, the frigid metal under her bare flesh sending a chill up her spine. The coruscating light of the hall pierced through her conscious mind, making it all the harder to focus. This was no simple fear, it was a demented form of a memory. The memory of her creation. It was far from exact, for her true memories of the event were hazy, blocked by her subconscious mind. Hysteria took hold of her, and adrenaline coursed through her veins. She was captive once more.

Struggling against the metal bindings, Azure found herself losing the necessary strength to fight back. Suddenly, a dark face contorted with a sadistic grin scanned over her body. "So, the test was successful? Good. I will use this... filthy specimen.... to figure out the weakness of the race." Azure glowered up at the goddess, detestation emanating from her very soul. It wasn't long before the vicious woman spoke again. "First, I shall determine the level of pain tolerance. Let's see what this creature can handle..." Azure's eyes widened in terror as a scalpel was raised, perched between the eager fingers of the Mastermind. A scream of agony caught in her throat as the blade was thrust into her side, being dragged swiftly down her abdomen. Her internal organs were going to be sliced to ribbons in no time, and this filled Azure's mind in terror. The fearsome woman before her chuckled, and next chose a syringe full of a dark, syrupy liquid. Without mercy, it was soon buried in the general's neck. A blazing fire was ignited within her, and soon spread like a disease through her entire body. She arched her back from the table in utter anguish, not able to make a single sound. But her desperation soon paid off, and she snapped the bindings of which tethered her to her torture.

Fear.

That was the only thing she could process as she sped across the endless maze of blank halls. Sweat trickled down her neck as Azure pushed herself further and further down the ward. Her lungs seared as if they had been set ablaze in a flurry of flames, but she could not stop now. She knew there was nowhere to run, but she pressed on nonetheless. There was no turning back.

She turned the corner swiftly, zig-zagging down the path as the drone of sirens blared out around her, echoing through the building. Faster, she had to be faster. Her thoughts were racing, and adrenaline surged through her veins as she swerved down yet another hallway . She ignored the sting the previous injection, and widespread ache that had begun to consume her. Clear ichor spilled steadily from her wound, the blood holding no color as it stained the tile beneath her. It seemed this labyrinth would never end, no matter how hard she tried to escape.

Her stamina was deteriorating rapidly, and her thin frame threatened to give way at any moment. Azure's terror-filled eyes scanned the line of placid doorways, searching for any place to take cover. Her mind was overloaded, panic swallowing her whole. She knew her capture was inevitable, she knew she wouldn’t hold her freedom for long. Reaching a dull staircase, she swept her gaze frantically around for any sign of guards. Racing up the winding stairs, she racked her brain in attempt to form a plan. It was all she could do to prevent the sear of her wound from forcing her to the ground. Physical pain was the least of her worries, however. It was what was coming for her that coated her mind in dread. They would make her pay for her insurgence. And pay she would.

Azure’s heart hammered in her chest, and she had no strength to continue. She knew her efforts would be futile. She knew she didn’t stand a chance. And she knew where she was headed. Azure was barely able to choke down sobs that were threatening to take over her body. It was only a matter of time now…

Her vision was blurry, and her mind was in a haze when two orderlies forced her to a halt at the top of the stairs. Her body trembled uncontrollably, but it had nothing to do with the frosty chill that was brought upon the building at the Mastermind's will. A single tear slid down her bloody cheek; she knew it wouldn’t last. The young subject was completely numb when she was forced once more into submission. But she swore her revenge. She would never be contained by this devil of a woman. Her cult would never subdue her. She would fight, even if it cost her her life. But for now, she found herself incapable of movement, and was forced to succumb to the sable shadows of her subconscious. The torment and the tyranny would no doubt continue. She was truly trapped.

Back in reality, Azure held no awareness or consciousness. She was convulsing on the dank slabs of concrete beneath her body, and silent tears streamed down her face. Her colorless eyes stared blankly ahead, capturing the horror of which she was encased in. Giving up was out of the question. But Azure Wrath could only wait in silence for the end of this torture that she knew would never come.

(I don't know how I completed it tonight, but I managed to finish the post. And at midnight too! Thank you for the compliment, and I hope I have met your expectations and have been creative enough. If any of this doesn't make sense, please let me know. I look forward to the other prompts! ^-^ See you later in the day tomorrow!) (Oh! What did she fear? She fears being forced to submission by the monster known as the mastermind. She fears torture for her secrets when there is nowhere to run. She fears being absolutely cornered when there is a solid threat on her tail. But none of this should interfere with her service to the Warrior in the future. ^-^)

Azure was still disorientated from her bought of fear when the scene morphed into something new. But this was no frightening sight. It was what she longed most to see on earth. The endless rule of the Warrior.

She could not wipe the satisfied smirk from her face as she stared out onto the bloodstained field. The wasteland reeked of pain and terror, and Azure turned to face her goddess proudly. "We have brought them down. They are now in their place, my goddess, are they not? Claim your title as ruler, and prove to these worthless souls and their petty idols what a real god is." The victorious gleam in her eyes could not be swept away, as she had fought in the front line for her goddess to see. Azure was almost panting, but too ecstatic about their win to pay any mind to exhaustion or wounds. Her armor was stained with slimy ichor, but she couldn't care less about her appearance. This was the moment she had waited for her entire life.

She had taken vengeance on the Mastermind, of whom had been the first to be torn to shreds. Her pride had been ripped from her, and she had retreated with crippling injuries that would likely never heal. Standing now before her master, Azure bowed in respect of the renowned goddess. The Warrior was now in charge of all.

"Well done, my pet. You have proved me wrong without a shred of a doubt. To my highest ranking general, I shall keep you by my side, and you will be my second in command from this moment forth. Now indulge in this moment, for we are triumphant at long last." The Warrior's words of praise showered over Azure Wrath, encasing her in absolute glory. She had formulated the winning strategy. And she now held the golden ticket she had slaved away for.

The final battle had raged on for days on end, but it had been the most fulfilling days of her life. And now, she had raised up her hero to the heavens. But there would be a new brand of heaven, and there was nothing better in the world that Azure could ever look forward to.

[Sorry that its much shorter than before. Thanks for your patience!]

Azure suddenly found herself encased in a volcanic-like torture house. It was just her and the cursed gods. Her colorless eyes scanned the contents of the dangling cages, a sense of overwhelming beginning to overtake her. The frantic pleading that emitted from three of the four cages made Azure's head spin. But what was almost worse was the silent, intrigued stare of the Warrior, that of which penetrated her very soul. She felt warm droplets of sweat trickle down the side of her neck, but it had nothing to do with the molten lava beneath them.

The pressure was unbearable, but her eyes were locked tight on the Warrior. When she did remove her gaze, it was to glare at the disgraces on opposite ends of her, as if to shame them. She held no interest in anyone apart from her goddess, but was somehow distanced from words. So she simply waited, listening to their pathetic pleas.

One scream of desperation branded itself into her mind, however. "Hey! Why is that b**** Warrior silent?! Wait a minute! You whore! Is that where you've been, huh? Is that what you've done since your escape? You leave me behind again and I swear on my being that I'll avenge you! I made you, and you will die for me! Pledge your life to me in sacrifice!" It chilled the marrow of her bones, for she knew the threat issued by the Mastermind was no bluff. That fiend wasn't capable of bluffing.

Yet, through all of this, she still only wished to serve the Warrior. Finding a voice, she stared deeply into the Warrior's bright scarlet eyes, and spoke in a voice that shattered all other speech. "Enough! To the three of you who have stooped so low as to beg, you'll be taking to your death the weakness you have displayed. I would never show loyalty to you. My goddess, My warrior, I faithfully give my life to you now in sacrifice. I give you all I have without hesitation, for I could not bear to let your cause die. You are the strongest, and mightiest of us all. To the rest of you, see you in hell." Azure snarled at the other three gods before bowing on her knees one last time for her true goddess.

[Sorry this is very short... I just got back from a music concert, and am flat out exhausted. I wrote this on my way there, but there was no wifi before the concert started that I could post. Hope you enjoy it? ;3 Good Night!]