He glares up at her, “What I want is for your followers to watch as you break.  To watch as you give in to my madness.”  He answered.<br/><br/>He could feel their belief in him rise, the whispers from the crowd, the smell of fear, all of it was intoxicating.  He inhaled deeply through his nose, shuddering as he did so.  He looked down as Gabiriel was pushing himself up, “Stay down.”  Dradiro’s voice came coldly.<br/><br/>Everyone fell silent as the watched the now human Gabiriel struggle to get up, wondering what the Shadow God would do.  Dradiro’s foot came up then slammed between his shoulders forcing him back down again.  Another sail of pain surged from the man.  “Lock him away in the dungeons.”  Dradiro commanded.<br/><br/>His troops swarmed like ants, shackling Gabiriel then hauling him off.  Dradiro turned to Aryel, “You and your pet dog can hang for awhile.  Don’t worry though, I’ll make certain you don’t die, don’t want you giving your former comrades more of a reason to fight.”  He said with a smirk.<br/><br/><br/>——————————————————————————————————<br/><br/><br/>A month had passed since she had laid eyes upon him, letting her hang for two weeks, the werewolf had been taken down a week before hand to leave her hanging alone for all to see.  Dradiro himself had purposely avoided her while she hung.  Appearing only on the day she was brought down, he had forced her to look at him and saw there was still that faint glimmer in her eyes.  “Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way.  To the dungeon.”  He commanded.<br/><br/>He wanted her broken, so he left her within the dungeon for another two weeks.  However he had instructed, “No light, deny her the light.”<br/><br/>He had done this so that he could use the darkness to toy with her, to break her hope, to extinguish that flame.  When he let her out, he wanting to see hopelessness, wanted to smell the fear come off her like a meal freshly cooked.<br/><br/>The day had came, the day her servitude to him would truly begin.  Dradiro wore his usual garb, his duster flowing behind him revealing that nasty sword of his laying on his right hip.  His foot steps fell on the stone floor loudly, as if on purpose.  He stepped to the door that held her imprisoned, eyes flashing to black a moment before returning to icy blue.  Opening the door and letting it swing open slow, light flooding into the pitch black room.  He watched her reaction to the light, a smirk played across his face.  “Hello my Angel.”