Demon!NorwayxDemon!ReaderxDemon!Iceland- Pure Ch.6

   "W-who's there?" The voice asks once more.

You attempt to sit upright, but due to the smallness of the crate it was clear that you are stuck in that position until someone let's you. Only God knows how long that'll be.

"S-someone's there! W-who are you? T-tell me!"

"Is that you Eliza?"

"E-Eliza? W-who is that?"

"It's me, _____!"

"I-I don't k-know a _-_____."

It is definite that that voice is that of your sister's but she doesn't know who you are. It's probably just some sort of odd coincidence. Anyways, your sister was in the sitting room.

"_-_____?"

The voice is still hoarse but gentler.

"Yes?"

"_____. ______. _____. _____..."

"What do you need?!"

"Sound familiar..."

"What do you mean?"

"_____. It's familiar.

"My name?"

"I h-heard it once... I think,"

"Probably. How long have you been in here?"

"Can't say. Days? Weeks? Months? Years? I-I dunno,"

"Hm. Why'd they bring you here?"

"..."

The prisoner doesn't respond. Probably traumatized.

"U-Uh... I don't know... I kind of remember.... But I don't..."

You say nothing, you don't want to talk to this prisoner anymore. They put you on edge.

Bright light fills the room as the door to the elevator opens. Distantly, you can hear a screech. It was most likely the other prisoner. They weren't used to light.

A lean figure walked down the hall and over to your crate before unlocking it.

You manage to crawl out of the crate. Every bone in your body creaked and cracked from being confined in such a small place.

Metal cuffs slither back around your hands and harden, restricting your movements once more. You look up to see the Royal Pure, only the hood of his cape was down and you could see his face.  He was younger then you expected him to be, with features that could almost be described as feminine. His hair was blonde,  a golden cross holding back some of his hair. Dull, emotionless blue eyes stare into yours.

"Come with me, mutt."

You follow the Pure towards the elevator where you are once again taken to the grand entrance, the light hurting your eyes.

"So, what're going to do with me?"

"I discussed the matter with the council and they allowed you to live. You shall become a Pure."

At his last sentence, you pull back and hiss. Never would you do such a thing.

"Kill me then! I refuse to become such a wretched creature."

The Royal Pure remains silent and unfazed by you actions.

"You should be honored, mutt."

"Take me back. If you won't kill me, then I wish to stay in the God forbidden crate,"

"I do not agree with the decision either, mutt. However, it is not up to me to make all decisions."

Still hissing, you follow the Pure up the many stairs and towards the sitting room, where a silver haired male was reading a book, the puffin you had tried to kill was in his lap.

"Emil, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Elizabeta?"

"Gilbert is taking care of Eliza."

The Pure's voice is softer compared to the royal's harsh, emotionless one.

"Is that Eliza's sister?"

He looks over at you, his amethyst eyes meet your _____ ones.

"Yes. She is to be a Pure."

You hiss lightly at the royal's words, causing him to yank on your chains and tighten the cuffs. You wince in pain and begin to writhe against the restrictions.

The young Pure's eyes widen at the royal's actions.

"Brother, go to your room, I'll be there shortly."

The silver haired Pure goes to open his mouth to protest, but heeds his brother's words and leaves.

The royal, Lukas, brought you to a small side room, decorated just as lavishly as the other. However, there was only a white hair in the center.

The blonde Pure locked your binds to the chair and left the room. You began to struggle against your restrictions, but they held onto the chair.

The blue curtains lifted as brights lights filled the room, causing you to shriek in pain.

With all your remaining strength, you writhe and flail to release the binds.

The heat from the light began to make the metal hot and scorch your wrists. You hiss and pull you hands out of the binds before they began to cause any serious damage.

The lights dulled as you attempted to escape the brightly lit room. Huffing, you collapsed, feeling exhausted.

Footsteps alerted you as you perked your head up, your _____ eyes staring into dull blue ones.

"It seems as if you are more of a Shade than your sister, mutt."

Light _____ hair falls into your face, your eyes widen, but you are too tired to do anything about it.

Shit.

   The royal had succeeded, you are now a Pure, or at least more than you were. The whole ordeal has tired you greatly, you head hits the ground in exhaustion. Your limp body is then carried, but you register none of this, sleep has already overcome you.

* * *

   Lukas laid the Shade girl onto the couch in his room, her chest slowly rising and falling. Her _____ hair and eyes were much lighter than before, however, the transformation didn't go as smoothly as Lukas hoped it would.

Her sister was much easier to convert, her being more of a Pure than a Shade, though it seemed that the younger sister was more Shade than Pure.

Another attempt to purify the mutt may in fact kill her, which would make the council furious. The result could vary from exile to death, neither of which Lukas wanted to face. If it was only him, it would be fine. But they would do the same to Emil and he'd never allow that.

It seems as if she must remain part Shade and part Pure.

   If she was not a Shade, she would make an excellent Pure soldier. The girl was powerful and headstrong which was both her strength and weakness. But if taught the correct way, she could excel.

But she is still part Shade.

   There was the issue of the fact that she was a Shade and would not follow orders and possibly kill the Pure civilization.

Lukas came to the conclusion that he should discuss these matters with the council. For now he'll let the girl sleep. The transformation took quite a toll on her body.