Chapter 335
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By the time Alec managed to break into the place where Diane Ross was supposedly held, his eyes were narrowed in vigilance.
That was because that someone had made it into the place before him.
What was their motive, and why were they here for Diane Ross?
Alec looked at the people who were left motionless on the ground and knew that he wouldn't have a lot of time before they were discovered.
Still, he could hear their breathing as clear as day, which made it clear that they were indeed still alive, and that they were not dead as others might have thought.
However, it was a clever deception with how their chests didn't move and were completely motionless.
But Alec, whose hearing was even better than that of Blanche – a Meister – would not be so easily fooled.
Whether or not it was because they didn't want to further agitate the Ross Clan or because of something else was of no consequence to him.
He tilted his head slightly but pushed the sudden thought he had aside.
Alec moved forward quickly. He could find Diane Ross only because of the little magical signature that had been lingering in her house's hidden room.
But also, because… well.
Let's just say that the only people who were in the Ross Clan Compound dungeons were people who had committed crimes and belonged to the Ross Clan.
It was also making it a lot easier for him, of course, that the Ross Clan had such 'sensibilities' to grant their criminals more pardon.
Though these were the 'dungeons' it would be better to describe it as rooms underground. They were in no way something that looked like a dungeon.
He'd taken a look into one of the empty rooms after curiosity got the better of him, and he felt a little bitter when he compared it to solitary confinement back in his sect.
That his Spectres were treated like *less* when a clan like this could make their own prisoners even remotely more comfortable rankled, and it left him more than a little bitter.
He knew that some of his Spectres still suffered from night terrors even after leaving that place.
It was barbaric. And it upset him greatly.
While Dorian himself had been working to improve living conditions, it remained that it wasn't until Alec had taken over duties in the peak that those who had been trapped in solitary confinement had their standard of living remotely improved.
Still…
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Diane Ross was not in any great pain. Or any pain at all, really.
She'd been healed up after their 'interrogation' on her, and they didn't even really push that hard.
The clan apparently didn't believe in the more violent methods against their own, and it left her comfortable.
All she had to do, really, was ward off against feeling emotions for her captors, and she was fine.
The cell that held her was less of a cell, and rather a semi-furnished room.
It held all the necessary things for a person to live in captivity, and Diane had never been a person that needed social interaction in the first place. She might have once upon a time, but ever since her –
Diane squashed the thought with familiarity born from doing so numerous times over the years.
Still, her heart ached a little despite having shoved the thought away.
She sneered a little.
The Ross Clan had always been too gentle on its members, and even criminals like her who had committed heinous crimes were neither tortured heavily nor 'taken care of' discreetly.
Instead, they were to live out the rest of their lives in this cushy room with people bringing them food twice a day.
Really, it was no hardship.
However, she did regret that she had yet to enact her plan regarding her nephew and inflict the same amount of grievous pain on her hypocritical sister.
But it didn't matter.
She always expected to die one day. She hadn't expected to die in captivity.
The guards even brought her books to read every day. What else did she need in life?
Diane already hated people after all the 'sympathising' looks they gave her day in and out when they thought she wasn't looking.
Now, the looks she received were more of disdain and disgust, but Diane felt that it suited her better now.
She didn't feel like her skin was trying to crawl off her anymore.
She knew fully well that she was twisted, but what did it matter to her?
A normal person wouldn't think of hurting their sister or people that were happier than her just because they were suffering.
She just didn't care about what was considered 'normal' anymore.
All she knew was that she wanted them to suffer!
At this moment, when she was lost in her thoughts, she heard the sounds of a few thumps outside, which raised her caution.
It almost sounded like the guards outside had been killed without a sound.
Straining her ears, Diane shut her eyes to increase her sensitivity to sound.
However, the only thing she heard was the slow, thumping footsteps that echoed in the hallways.
Immediately, the only thing that she could think of was that the company had found out she'd been detained.
But they wouldn't be doing anything so nice as to break her out.
Instead, it was more likely that they were breaking in to kill her.
She knew too much about the company to be left as a loose end, and regardless of the fact that she had not blabbed about anything nor written much down, she would be disposed of.
She was only startled for a brief second before she calmed down again.
So what if death was here to claim her?
She wasn't scared.
She had already been waiting for this day to come.
But… the one thing that bothered her a little was that this didn't fit the assassins from the company's M.O., which puzzled her.
Before she could think further on it, the lights in the room flickered for a brief moment.
The door to her 'cell' creaked open slowly, and Diane's eyes darted to the gap in the door.
The door continued to open by itself, but there was no one there.
At this moment, the lights in her cell suddenly died completely, and there wasn't the sound of the lightbulb shattering which would have been more explainable.
Even though Diane was trying to keep her cool, something like this would test even the bravest of souls.
Not to mention, Diane herself hadn't had contact with anyone in a couple of weeks already, and her social quota before that was already rather low.
And now…
There wasn't even anyone there.
Despite herself, Diane felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.
It felt like someone had walked over her grave.
Suddenly, the cool temperature of the room felt a lot chillier and almost sinister in a way.
The only thing that gave her the barest slice of light was the opening in the door, and the long light outside in the hallway.
Diane didn't realize that she was holding her breath until the door slammed shut, causing her to jump as she was cast into darkness.
The jump caused her to start breathing again, and her heart pounded unsettlingly in her chest.
"Who's there?" Diane projected clearly, firmly, not allowing her fears to get the better of her.
This had to be a human.
Suddenly, she heard a giggle echoing around the room.
Diane's eyes darted around, but she was unable to find the source of the laughter that sounded like an innocent child.
Then, right before her very eyes, a pair of glowing, molten gold eyes appeared right in front of her.
Diane screamed.
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By the time Alec managed to break into the place where Diane Ross was supposedly held, his eyes were narrowed in vigilance.
That was because that someone had made it into the place before him.
What was their motive, and why were they here for Diane Ross?
Alec looked at the people who were left motionless on the ground and knew that he wouldn't have a lot of time before they were discovered.
Still, he could hear their breathing as clear as day, which made it clear that they were indeed still alive, and that they were not dead as others might have thought.
However, it was a clever deception with how their chests didn't move and were completely motionless.
But Alec, whose hearing was even better than that of Blanche – a Meister – would not be so easily fooled.
Whether or not it was because they didn't want to further agitate the Ross Clan or because of something else was of no consequence to him.
He tilted his head slightly but pushed the sudden thought he had aside.
Alec moved forward quickly. He could find Diane Ross only because of the little magical signature that had been lingering in her house's hidden room.
But also, because… well.
Let's just say that the only people who were in the Ross Clan Compound dungeons were people who had committed crimes and belonged to the Ross Clan.
It was also making it a lot easier for him, of course, that the Ross Clan had such 'sensibilities' to grant their criminals more pardon.
Though these were the 'dungeons' it would be better to describe it as rooms underground. They were in no way something that looked like a dungeon.
He'd taken a look into one of the empty rooms after curiosity got the better of him, and he felt a little bitter when he compared it to solitary confinement back in his sect.
That his Spectres were treated like *less* when a clan like this could make their own prisoners even remotely more comfortable rankled, and it left him more than a little bitter.
He knew that some of his Spectres still suffered from night terrors even after leaving that place.
It was barbaric. And it upset him greatly.
While Dorian himself had been working to improve living conditions, it remained that it wasn't until Alec had taken over duties in the peak that those who had been trapped in solitary confinement had their standard of living remotely improved.
Still…
-Author only posts this on w.e.b.n.o.v.e.l.-
Diane Ross was not in any great pain. Or any pain at all, really.
She'd been healed up after their 'interrogation' on her, and they didn't even really push that hard.
The clan apparently didn't believe in the more violent methods against their own, and it left her comfortable.
All she had to do, really, was ward off against feeling emotions for her captors, and she was fine.
The cell that held her was less of a cell, and rather a semi-furnished room.
It held all the necessary things for a person to live in captivity, and Diane had never been a person that needed social interaction in the first place. She might have once upon a time, but ever since her –
Diane squashed the thought with familiarity born from doing so numerous times over the years.
Still, her heart ached a little despite having shoved the thought away.
She sneered a little.
The Ross Clan had always been too gentle on its members, and even criminals like her who had committed heinous crimes were neither tortured heavily nor 'taken care of' discreetly.
Instead, they were to live out the rest of their lives in this cushy room with people bringing them food twice a day.
Really, it was no hardship.
However, she did regret that she had yet to enact her plan regarding her nephew and inflict the same amount of grievous pain on her hypocritical sister.
But it didn't matter.
She always expected to die one day. She hadn't expected to die in captivity.
The guards even brought her books to read every day. What else did she need in life?
Diane already hated people after all the 'sympathising' looks they gave her day in and out when they thought she wasn't looking.
Now, the looks she received were more of disdain and disgust, but Diane felt that it suited her better now.
She didn't feel like her skin was trying to crawl off her anymore.
She knew fully well that she was twisted, but what did it matter to her?
A normal person wouldn't think of hurting their sister or people that were happier than her just because they were suffering.
She just didn't care about what was considered 'normal' anymore.
All she knew was that she wanted them to suffer!
At this moment, when she was lost in her thoughts, she heard the sounds of a few thumps outside, which raised her caution.
It almost sounded like the guards outside had been killed without a sound.
Straining her ears, Diane shut her eyes to increase her sensitivity to sound.
However, the only thing she heard was the slow, thumping footsteps that echoed in the hallways.
Immediately, the only thing that she could think of was that the company had found out she'd been detained.
But they wouldn't be doing anything so nice as to break her out.
Instead, it was more likely that they were breaking in to kill her.
She knew too much about the company to be left as a loose end, and regardless of the fact that she had not blabbed about anything nor written much down, she would be disposed of.
She was only startled for a brief second before she calmed down again.
So what if death was here to claim her?
She wasn't scared.
She had already been waiting for this day to come.
But… the one thing that bothered her a little was that this didn't fit the assassins from the company's M.O., which puzzled her.
Before she could think further on it, the lights in the room flickered for a brief moment.
The door to her 'cell' creaked open slowly, and Diane's eyes darted to the gap in the door.
The door continued to open by itself, but there was no one there.
At this moment, the lights in her cell suddenly died completely, and there wasn't the sound of the lightbulb shattering which would have been more explainable.
Even though Diane was trying to keep her cool, something like this would test even the bravest of souls.
Not to mention, Diane herself hadn't had contact with anyone in a couple of weeks already, and her social quota before that was already rather low.
And now…
There wasn't even anyone there.
Despite herself, Diane felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.
It felt like someone had walked over her grave.
Suddenly, the cool temperature of the room felt a lot chillier and almost sinister in a way.
The only thing that gave her the barest slice of light was the opening in the door, and the long light outside in the hallway.
Diane didn't realize that she was holding her breath until the door slammed shut, causing her to jump as she was cast into darkness.
The jump caused her to start breathing again, and her heart pounded unsettlingly in her chest.
"Who's there?" Diane projected clearly, firmly, not allowing her fears to get the better of her.
This had to be a human.
Suddenly, she heard a giggle echoing around the room.
Diane's eyes darted around, but she was unable to find the source of the laughter that sounded like an innocent child.
Then, right before her very eyes, a pair of glowing, molten gold eyes appeared right in front of her.
Diane screamed.
By the time Alec managed to break into the place where Diane Ross was supposedly held, his eyes were narrowed in vigilance.That was because that someone had made it into the place before him.What was their motive, and why were they here for Diane Ross?Alec looked at the people who were left motionless on the ground and knew that he wouldn't have a lot of time before they were discovered.Still, he could hear their breathing as clear as day, which made it clear that they were indeed still alive, and that they were not dead as others might have thought.However, it was a clever deception with how their chests didn't move and were completely motionless.But Alec, whose hearing was even better than that of Blanche a Meister would not be so easily fooled.Whether or not it was because they didn't want to further agitate the Ross Clan or because of something else was of no consequence to him.He tilted his head slightly but pushed the sudden thought he had aside.Alec moved forward quickly. He could find Diane Ross only because of the little magical signature that had been lingering in her house's hidden room.But also, because well.Let's just say that the only people who were in the Ross Clan Compound dungeons were people who had committed crimes and belonged to the Ross Clan.It was also making it a lot easier for him, of course, that the Ross Clan had such 'sensibilities' to grant their criminals more pardon.Though these were the 'dungeons' it would be better to describe it as rooms underground. They were in no way something that looked like a dungeon.He'd taken a look into one of the empty rooms after curiosity got the better of him, and he felt a little bitter when he compared it to solitary confinement back in his sect.That his Spectres were treated like *less* when a clan like this could make their own prisoners even remotely more comfortable rankled, and it left him more than a little bitter.He knew that some of his Spectres still suffered from night terrors even after leaving that place.It was barbaric. And it upset him greatly.While Dorian himself had been working to improve living conditions, it remained that it wasn't until Alec had taken over duties in the peak that those who had been trapped in solitary confinement had their standard of living remotely improved.Still-Author only posts this on w.e.b.n.o.v.e.l.-Diane Ross was not in any great pain. Or any pain at all, really.She'd been healed up after their 'interrogation' on her, and they didn't even really push that hard.The clan apparently didn't believe in the more violent methods against their own, and it left her comfortable.All she had to do, really, was ward off against feeling emotions for her captors, and she was fine.The cell that held her was less of a cell, and rather a semi-furnished room.It held all the necessary things for a person to live in captivity, and Diane had never been a person that needed social interaction in the first place. She might have once upon a time, but ever since her Diane squashed the thought with familiarity born from doing so numerous times over the years.Still, her heart ached a little despite having shoved the thought away.She sneered a little.The Ross Clan had always been too gentle on its members, and even criminals like her who had committed heinous crimes were neither tortured heavily nor 'taken care of' discreetly.Instead, they were to live out the rest of their lives in this cushy room with people bringing them food twice a day.Really, it was no hardship.However, she did regret that she had yet to enact her plan regarding her nephew and inflict the same amount of grievous pain on her hypocritical sister.But it didn't matter.She always expected to die one day. She hadn't expected to die in captivity.The guards even brought her books to read every day. What else did she need in life?Diane already hated people after all the 'sympathising' looks they gave her day in and out when they thought she wasn't looking.Now, the looks she received were more of disdain and disgust, but Diane felt that it suited her better now.She didn't feel like her skin was trying to crawl off her anymore.She knew fully well that she was twisted, but what did it matter to her?A normal person wouldn't think of hurting their sister or people that were happier than her just because they were suffering.She just didn't care about what was considered 'normal' anymore.All she knew was that she wanted them to suffer!At this moment, when she was lost in her thoughts, she heard the sounds of a few thumps outside, which raised her caution.It almost sounded like the guards outside had been killed without a sound.Straining her ears, Diane shut her eyes to increase her sensitivity to sound.However, the only thing she heard was the slow, thumping footsteps that echoed in the hallways.Immediately, the only thing that she could think of was that the company had found out she'd been detained.But they wouldn't be doing anything so nice as to break her out.Instead, it was more likely that they were breaking in to kill her.She knew too much about the company to be left as a loose end, and regardless of the fact that she had not blabbed about anything nor written much down, she would be disposed of.She was only startled for a brief second before she calmed down again.So what if death was here to claim her?She wasn't scared.She had already been waiting for this day to come.But the one thing that bothered her a little was that this didn't fit the assassins from the company's M.O., which puzzled her.Before she could think further on it, the lights in the room flickered for a brief moment.The door to her 'cell' creaked open slowly, and Diane's eyes darted to the gap in the door.The door continued to open by itself, but there was no one there.At this moment, the lights in her cell suddenly died completely, and there wasn't the sound of the lightbulb shattering which would have been more explainable.Even though Diane was trying to keep her cool, something like this would test even the bravest of souls.Not to mention, Diane herself hadn't had contact with anyone in a couple of weeks already, and her social quota before that was already rather low.And nowThere wasn't even anyone there.Despite herself, Diane felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.It felt like someone had walked over her grave.Suddenly, the cool temperature of the room felt a lot chillier and almost sinister in a way.The only thing that gave her the barest slice of light was the opening in the door, and the long light outside in the hallway.Diane didn't realize that she was holding her breath until the door slammed shut, causing her to jump as she was cast into darkness.The jump caused her to start breathing again, and her heart pounded unsettlingly in her chest."Who's there?" Diane projected clearly, firmly, not allowing her fears to get the better of her.This had to be a human.Suddenly, she heard a giggle echoing around the room.Diane's eyes darted around, but she was unable to find the source of the laughter that sounded like an innocent child.Then, right before her very eyes, a pair of glowing, molten gold eyes appeared right in front of her.Diane screamed.
