Bryce 4, Poser 4

King Morgoth's imperious voice commands. The Deamon warrior priest and priestess twisted his arms back painfully and pushed him down into a kneeling position. When Princess Melisante saw that the sorcerous priest had captured an elf, and not just any elf but the halfblood son of the elf king Alanatherellan, Prince Altaneletheran, she was overcome with pity and left quietly so that her brother would not notice her distress. How could she feel for such a lowly animal? Perhaps because she felt like a trapped animal herself? Three months ago, at the year's turn, she had been betrothed to a Daemon lord, a close companion to her brother, and whom she compared to a cold snake was nearly a thousand years older than she (being but barely above the hundred year mark, a veritable child). She glanced back once when he screamed as they twisted his arms cruelly when he tried to get up, he fell to his knees, his head hung down, his will and body bowed.