Reyna hadn't been dressed when the attacks began, she was in the middle of undressing for the evening during the ball celebrating her sixteenth birthday. When the building began to shake and the screaming grew so loud that her entire room shook, she flung open the doors to her bedroom, running around the corner in time to see her guards be beheaded. A scream rang through the air, something punched her in the stomach and despite the pain, Reyna fought back with every ounce of her being. She flung herself at the thing that attacked her, clawing and kicking until it disappeared into vapor. Now free, Reyna ran down the halls and stairs until she reached the ballroom, the smell of death strong.
She gagged as she opened the door, entering just in time to see her Mother and Father standing there, wide eyed, holding hands. "Mama! Papa!" Reyna screamed, running towards them. They smiled, her mother mouthing something Reyna couldn't quite catch. They were slaughtered before her, their blood splattering against Reyna's naked body. "Noooo!" It was a howl full of pain and tears and the threads of her very existence. The death of her parents shook Reyna to her very core. She sunk to the ground, feeling as though she couldn't breathe. They were gone, dead, and Reyna was wearing their blood. Something grabbed her from behind. Reyna fought tooth and nail, scratching, kicking, screaming, but it was useless. Her head slammed against the ground, her breathe knocked right out of her chest. The girl curled up in a ball as someone kicked her in the ribs, causing a few to snap.
The world grew fuzzy, her body went numb, she succumbed to the darkness. When Reyna awoke she was bound, her wrists tied uncomfortably behind her, her ankles and knees tied so that she couldn't attempt to stand. There was something in her mouth, something soft but restricting that had been originally white but now was stained red in blood. She kicked and screamed, attempting to gain some sort of attention. As her senses awoke, Reyna realized where she actually was; in some sort of underground dungeon. She was laying on the cold floor, metal bars like a cage keeping her inside. Well, the bars, and the ties really. "Mmph!" Reyna screamed through the gag, her lungs tired and her mind spinning. There was a crackle with each breathe, she was bruised and bloodied, clearly a few bones had been broken.
It was the memory of her parents that had silenced her. Their final moments, the words Reyna had seen mouthed form her mother's lips but hadn't heard ringing in her mind like a warning. They were gone, dead, and it was Reyna's fault. It was all her fault. Tears ran down her face, leaving streaks through the dirt and leftover makeup, the only memory that the night before had been a ball at all and not a blood-letting massacre.
The Queen of Hell didn't associate much with her demon brother and for that, Chris was glad. The boy had gone out, mumbling something about power, no doubt trying to overthrow his sister. If he tried to, Chris would be all too happy to off him. It was his job to protect his Queen after all. Chris had met Jennora quite a few years ago, when he was on the verge of death Jennora made him her servant and so he had been serving her ever since. To be honest, Chris couldn't exactly recall the circumstances, but he could remember waking up in a bedroom, his chest wrapped in bandages, a brand right above his heart that marked him as property of the Queen of Hell. His home, his family, Chris had no idea who they were; not like it mattered much. He had comes to terms a long time ago that they most probably were dead.
Chris sighed as he stood at his post. Some days went by at a crawls pace, tip toeing slowly forward until they ended and the next day came. They were awake mostly during the night seeing as how most of the demonic beings were sensitive to the sun. Chris was a day walker, he could go out during either time since his body was that of a human. As Chris yawned once more, a guard came to rotate shifts. He was glad for the break, heading to the throne room to check on his queen. Before he could though, someone passed by him dragging a body. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before shaking his head and continuing on, it had been a male who had looked like he was half dead. Chris had brought him in last week, that's why he had seemed so familiar.
"My Queen," Chris knelt, waiting for her permission to stand. Once he received it, Chris removed a scroll from the side of his belt. "You've received word from your brother," he handed over the scroll, hoping it was a declaration of war, or something provoking that would give Chris the chance to kill him. Jason really rubbed him the wrong way and Chris wasn't quite sure why.