[ WP ] `` I 'm your God now . ''

Serain slowly awakened. He heard the sound of metal on metal as he moved, felt the aching of his body. The sound of chains alerted the guards as he struggled to consciousness. He soon realized he was forced into a standing position, his arms sore from being chained to the wall the entire night. 
 
 The guards at the door parted and in strode Celaros, the Mad Lord of Caer Rhith, in resplendent robes of gaudy colors. `` Welcome to my abode, young sir,'' he said, staring at the prisoner with eyes a touch too wide, speaking in a high tenor. 
 
 Serain spat on the floor. 
 
 `` Now now, that's no way to treat your host, especially after he took the trouble to set up this room, after you showed up, *uninvited*,'' said Celaros, injecting malice into the last word. 
 
 `` Why have you not killed me?'' Serain rasped. 
 
 `` Kill you? Before I've had my fun? Now that *would* be a shame,'' he said, and then added with a giggle, `` I will *break* you.'' 
 
 `` You will not break me. I will die first.'' 
 
 `` Oh?'' Celaros asked, in a tone pretending interest, `` What makes you say that?'' 
 
 `` My God protects me,'' Serain claimed, with more confidence than he actually felt. 
 
 Celaros laughed hysterically, `` Oh, you poor dear. You do n't seem to realize.'' 
 
 He swept forward across the dungeon cell, and grasped Serain's chin with one hand, forcing their eyes to meet. 
 
 `` **I'm your God now**,'' the Mad Lord hissed. 
 
 *** 
 
 Cliché, I know, but I had fun writing it.
