Serhtan walked to his castle through which the road, passing under the rift to the top. Although some of the strongest monsters of the abyss gathered there, for him it was just another place for hunting. He was a little bored, he was covered in the blood of a shadow dragon, but the enemy was too weak...

He frowned slightly, such weak prey did not interest him at all... but a small thought disturbed him again and again: where could the girl have come from? She didn't look like someone had brought here before, perhaps she was just one of those strange people who kept humans as pets. In any case, he decided to take her with him for now. He growled at the nearby beasts, chasing them away with a wave of his hand, then crouched down next to the girl and picked her up gently.

"I am Serhtan, the Lord of the Abyss," he said shortly, looking into her frightened eyes, "You are now my property." He knew that she could not possibly understand him or even know his name, but it didn't matter. What was important was that she obeyed and followed his orders. If she did, he might show her some mercy... though there would be

"Ah," he growled softly, "You're frozen." He crouched down closer and placed his hand on her chest. A jolt of warmth spread through her body as he dispelled the cold. She shuddered briefly before relaxing against him. "Better?" he asked gruffly.

He sighed and stood up, carrying her bridal-style in his arms. As they continued down the path towards his castle, he growled irritably at another beast that dared to approach them. The creature cowered, fearing the power emanating from the dark lord. Once inside his fortress, he set her down on a comfortable couch in one of the guest chambers, then went back out to tend to more important matters. He would deal with her later... when he had time.

The room was lit by flickering torches along the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced across the stone floor. Heavy curtains hung at the windows, keeping out any natural light and further accentuating the gloom. There was a large fireplace in one corner, its flames licking at the logs as they burned. The chamber itself was lavishly decorated with tapestries and ornate furniture. Along one wall stood an array of weapons - swords, spears, axes, and more. It was a fortress fit for a ruler such as himself... but she didn't need to know that yet.

"Stay here," he growled finally, not taking his eyes off her. "I will return later." And with that, he turned on his heel and stalked away down the hallway, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

She looked around curiously, taking in her surroundings. The room was indeed impressive, with its thick walls and sturdy furnishings. There were several couches, a couple of armchairs, and a large bed covered in furs in the corner. Along the walls were shelves filled with books, scrolls, and various other trinkets. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, its candles flickering softly in the dim light.

The weapons arrayed along one wall caught her eye next; they looked formidable but also ornate, almost like works of art.

The room was adorned in dark colors - blacks, browns, and deep reds that echoed the darkness of the Abyss. The tapestries on the walls told stories of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding a sense of history and power to the space. Shadows danced across the floor, almost alive as if they too were beings of their own, playing games in the darkened corners.

There was something else... Something that made this room feel different from any other place she had ever been. It was a palpable sense of dominance and control, like it belonged to someone who was not only strong but also master of all he surveyed. And now, she was part of that world. Part of his world.

The air felt heavy with anticipation, as if something momentous was about to happen. But for now, she would wait... and learn what it meant to be owned by Serhtan

Hours passed. The girl had fallen asleep on the couch, her body curled up against itself for warmth. He returned to the chamber much later, his movements silent despite their power. His eyes narrowed as he studied her sleeping form for several long moments before speaking. "Wake up," he growled, voice rough and demanding.

He crossed his arms over his broad chest and glared down at her. "Come here," he ordered coldly. She hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to her feet and obeying, still looking frightened but trying not to show it. As she approached him, he reached out a hand and roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her closer until they were inches apart. His breath was hot on her face as he spoke again. "I am Serhtan," he ground out, "and you are my property. Remember that."

With a harsh yank, he pulled her against his chest and wrapped one arm around her waist, trapping her securely in place. The other hand moved to cup her jaw roughly, forcing her head up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Do you understand?" He snarled, eyes blazing with anger and possessiveness.

The girl whimpered softly

He growled low in his throat, partially satisfied by her response but still angry that she had dared to disobey him earlier. "Good girl," he snarled, voice rough with emotion as he released her. "Now come with me." He led her over to the weapons array, selecting a longsword adorned with intricate runes and jewels set into its hilt. The blade seemed to hum softly in his hand as if alive with power. Without warning, he roughly shoved the girl forward, forcing her to step between two of the swords that formed part of the array. "You are now bound to me," he told her coldly, voice echoing through the chamber, "body and soul. These blades will cut you down if you ever try to leave or challenge my claim."

The girl stood there trembling, unsure what was happening but too terrified to move as the swords

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched her tremble. "I will be generous," he growled softly, his tone deceptively gentle. "You may live here, with me... provided you obey my every command without question or hesitation." He held out a claw, the polished black nails seeming almost predatory against the pearlescent white of her flesh.